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// Chapter 2: Riding the Rave 
// Story: Saviors of Nothing 
// by Stillmatic 
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Viz & Wyk: Saviors of Nothing
By Lucius Seneca and Stillmatic
Chapter Two: Riding the Rave






"Come on, you lazy bastard. Wake up before I get Commander Sanctus to smack you up for this."

Staff Sergeant Sunshine Drips groggily stirred himself awake. Star Spangle, another guard who usually wasted time by socializing with others on duty, was sent by Princess Celestia to find the unicorn stallion. Being part of the Honor Guard as well, he knew when it was best to get the Princess whatever it was she wanted without complaint, and quickly. So when she asked him to retrieve the specific guard in front of him, not a moment was lost to anything else. And Sunshine Drips was just sitting not that far from the Royal Gardens, which made Star Spangle's job all the more easier. With a snort, Viz shoved the other guard and rubbed his eyes before moving onto his destination. 

The walk was short, but inconceivably mundane. The castle and its surrounding area was boring beyond all belief, unless there was a specific event changing that, like a Changeling invasion. Though the last time that happened, Viz was left cemented against the ground. The humiliation was short-lived after Wyk broke him free and they started breaking jaws. One thing that constantly rubbed them the wrong way about that whole ordeal was the lack of recognition towards what they did to help repel the Changelings. No medals, no raises, nothing. Viz shook his head, trying his best to clear the negative thoughts out of his head. Things like that weren't worth the grudge, he figured.

The stallion ended up at Princess Celestia's door within minutes. This was not going to be fun.





Across palace grounds and in the midst of a heated argument, Wyk was hardly concerned with what Viz might be doing and focused on breaking to the two senators up before they actually started throwing hooves.

Senator Trots, old and malicious, was screaming and spraying spittle into Wyk's face as he tried to grab at his rival, one Senator Golden Tree, "Don't think you've gotten away with this, Golden! You're a filthy cheater and I know damn well you stole those chips!"

Golden Tree, standing a few feet back, retorted as he wiped a glob of salvia from his cheek, "Your mother was a mule, Trots! You should know!"

"Don't bring his mom into this!" Wyk said as he grappled with the surprisingly strong old stallion, "Get lost or you're going in the dungeon!"

The two combatants retreated with a few more hisses and promptly vanished into separate parts of the palace, leaving Wyk tired and quite annoyed with his current situation and retreated to the shade under a large oak tree in the courtyard. He was close to dozing off when a prodding awoke the apathetic Wyk who cracked an amber eye open in response. It was one of the Elite Guards who protected both Luna and Celestia and patrolled the library. Why they needed to protect books was beyond Wyk.

"Princess Celestia wants to see you."

Wyk groaned, opened his eyes, and subsequently rolled them, "What could our most generous and forgiving princess wish of I, a lowly and meaningless pawn in the Honor Guard? Enlighten me, 'O comrade."

The guard shrugged, "Go ask her."

"I'll do that. Thanks." Wyk replied passively and returned to his hooves, trotting off to what he assumed to be the end of his military service.

It took ten minutes and fifty two seconds to reach the grand doors of Princess Celestia's chambers. Wyk knew this because, for lack of anything better to do, he had counted every second on his way to his destination. He lost track of his counting as he found himself next to Viz and staring at what could have been a very upset ruler, although Princess Celestia was hard to read most days.

The door swung open unceremoniously, showing a very scrutinizing Celestia. She looked down at the two guards and clicked her tongue before nodding her head towards the inside of her quarters. The two exchanged a look as soon as she turned around and followed anyway. Tomes of all sizes decked the walls-turned-shelves, a large circular bed was far off to the back, an eccentric desk was but a few feet away from them, and a telescope was positioned on the balcony across the room. Though they had been in here before, it was still as boring as it ever was, especially for a princess.

Princess Celestia cleared her throat, "Now that you two are here, I'd like to give you your assignment. My niece's friend is having a small party this friday night, and since we're shorthoofed recently I need you two to oversee the security for the party. This will help the fact that you've picked up so many demerits in the past few weeks. Don't mess this up." She narrowed her eyes at the two, who looked less than pleased, "Make sure of that."

Viz remained silent at news, clearly not wanting to bother arguing.

Wyk attempted to make a weak rebuttal, "Isn't it illegal or something to deprive a worker of his well-earned night off because of a few demerits, your highness?" 

"I have no clue." Princess Celestia smiled sweetly, "That's something you'll have to take up with the payroll department."

As much as the two wanted to curse the princess, they held their tongues and nodded their heads, the usual action to take when one was being shoved into a tight spot by their superior. Princess Celestia quickly dismissed them and they were magically pushed out of the room. Both Viz and Wyk grumbled to themselves as they took their separate ways.





"I'm not doing it." Wyk said aloud.

His apartment was modest, with simple furniture and drywall, the baseboards slightly warped and scuffed. Probably the only interesting point in the dwelling was the closet in the hallway that led to the single bedroom. If one were to open it, they would have found a thick cotton arras behind the door, and behind that several potted poison joke plants that pushed up against a small ledge where cans of fertilizer, various chemical solutions, and a half crumpled bag of seeds lay. But beyond the narcotic operation, the apartment offered little to appease the eye with its eggshell white walls and confining atmosphere. 

"I'm not doing it." Wyk repeated to himself as he dressed in full armor. "It's a friday night and I need to get drunk and stoned. I'm not doing it."

He shrugged the armor on and cocked his head as someone, probably Viz, hammered on the door, making a discernible pattern and rhythm with the knocks.

"Open up, you jackaninny! I need some stuff from here before we gotta go on our shift!"

"It's not a shift! It's a torture session!" Wyk fairly screamed as he opened the door, jumping aside as Viz pushed past, "I am so sick of this crap!"

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Shut the hell up. Where are the wraps?" Viz replied as he began turning over couch cushions.

Wyk caught a cushion as it bounced off the wall behind him, "You want the blunt variety or the veggie variety? Why do you always mooch my wraps anyway? Don't you have your own?"

"What're you, my mom? Besides, I only use paper-based products these days."

"I might as well be your damn mom. You're always stealing my macaroni and asking me to cook! Your mom is having a mid-life cake walk while I struggle to keep you alive!" Wyk said as he pulled his helmet on and lobbed a small, tightly wrapped paper bag at Viz: "I already rolled some anyway."

"Nice!" Viz remarked happily. "Here, takes these oranges as my thanks." The unicorn shoved a bag of said fruit into his friend's hooves and sat back onto the couch, "Now, did she mention who it was we were actually doing security for?"

"Uh, yeah, uno momento." Wyk lifted a small file from a table next to a recliner, "Blah, blah, blah, act professional...Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no."

"What? Who is it?"

Wyk's face had turned into a mask of grave consequences, "The mezzanine mistress herself."

Viz shifted his head in confusion, "The hay is a mezzanine? Some sorta bug?

"That's not important!" Wyk hissed, "It's the Woodworm Paddle! The Boat-Rocker! The Dancer of Daisies!"

"No really, who is it?"

"I am concerned you may have brain damage, Viz."

Viz smirked, "Was the operation for getting the stick outta your flank successful? Because it doesn't seem like it."

Wyk smiled politely, "I dislike you and everything you choose to be. It's Daisy Dancer. Your favorite experienced mare of the night."

"Hmmm!" Viz hummed in intrigue. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the fair mare herself... Wonder if I can break off a few minutes to talk to her a bit, ya know? Might be interesting..."

“She can't talk with her mouth full and I'm sure you won't be talking much afterwards on account of the rash near your package." Wyk stated balefully, "Let's get this over with. We can smoke if we get there early."

"You're too negative, I'm sure she's clean! And let's skedaddle. I'm getting bored."

"And you're too optimistic. Let us skedaddle into the bowels of hell, my comrade."

The duo quickly made their way to their destination, one eager to get there to speak with a mare, and the other dreading his life at the moment. 





You didn't have to know Daisy Dancer personally to know that she was never going to get too high on the social ladder. She was a dark, pretty mare with an auburn coat and a mane stripped white. Whether or not she had any skill with gardening was irrelevant when compared to her prowess under the bed sheets. Again, you didn't have to know her personally to know that little fact. Sleeping around was what she did best and while Wyk, who had gone to high school with her, rarely gave her the time of day, Viz was quite stricken with her.

And she was the birthday mare. How many stallions she would ultimately bed tonight would be a number uncountable and Wyk steeled himself against any possible seducing by Daisy or her rowdy, arrogant guests who seemed to seep from the same corner of their shared cesspool. The ball room had been turned into a rave, with glow sticks, wild dancing, and probably plenty of drugs all around. Wyk was standing by the door, trying hard to maintain the visage of a guard without emotion while Viz was soliciting some mare across the room.

The party was going pretty swell for Viz however. His advances on Daisy Dancer were working far better than he expected it should have, but he didn't complain. In fact, the only complaint he had about the mare was she called him by his full name and title, with a little giggle at the end at the formality of it. Staff Sergeant Sunshine Drips was not the kind of thing he liked being called, but he swallowed his pride in hopes she would do the same to his. Sure, the guard lusted after her, a noble, but what was the big deal about it? Plenty of guards found themselves going out with the higher class ponies, so he didn't expect to be different. Besides, why not go after a mare with hips like hers?

"So, if you're like a guard and stuff, do you ever get into fights with bad guys and junk like that?" Dancer asked innocently.

Viz took off his helmet and set it on a nearby table, "Yeah, I've done some stuff. You know that guy Discord from a few months back?"

Daisy Dancer gasped, "Yeah?"

"Me and my buddy outside were the ones holding him off while the Elements of Harmony got their act together."

"But wasn't he, like, totally in that hick-town Ponyville?"

The stallion cast his head down, averting his eyes, "We held him off as long as we could, but... but our other friend didn't make it out alive."

The mare instantly cooed and took his head between her arms in a hug, "Ooohhh, you poor thing! That must've been devastating to see one of your friends get killed in front of you!"

"Yeah..." Viz wiped away a few faux tears, "Sorry about those, I just get misty when I think about him and the last thing he said to me before passing away."

She listened intently, "What was it?"

"He told me to find a nice mare that would treat me right, keep me focused on her..." Viz slowed his talking as he breathed deeply, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of flowers that Daisy Dancer gave off. "... was dark, slender, knew how to party..."

"Well..." The mare pulled away, smiling and looking at his eyes, "I'm like, kinda like that, you know."

Viz feigned surprise, as if he had reached an epiphany, "Ya know, you're right. Real right! You happen to be doing anything right now? Grab some coffee?"

"I'm kinda playing host," she replied with a giggle, "but I can totally take a few minutes away to see if I can't help you forget about your buddy. Did her really say all that?"

"On my honor as a guard, he said it word for word."

She smiled softly and turned, coiling her tail around Viz's neck and leading him into another room, "Come on, let's go have some fun..."





While Viz was off on some intrepid sexual adventure, Wyk was left alone and standing next to the door as more and more partygoers flooded in like a tide of douchebaggery. Each one seemed to have been pulled from the very imagination of a narcissistic asshole and given physical form just to make Wyk's night worse. Although he was enjoying a nice high, he was not enjoying the dubstep and flickering lights. Parties, especially raves, bored him to no end. All they were was a mixture of social circles, cheap alcohol, and no-strings-attached sex. It wasn't long before the incarnations of idiocy were, quite literally, in Wyk's face, trying to get him to break the blank visage he had been taught in basic training. 

"Hey, bro," One said, pushing a hoof against Wyk's shoulder plate, "Do these guys, like, even know how to party?"

Another, wrapped in a tangle of glow stick necklaces, chortled like a hyena, "I bet not, dude. These guys are brainwashed. They, like, don't even know how to feel normal."

The banter wasn't doing much to annoy Wyk, but he didn't like the attention and turned his head to look chillingly into the previous speaker, "I feel fine, thank you. But if you don't make yourself invisible, you're going to feel the opposite of fine."

"Whoa, bro, relax. We're not here to start any trouble, dig it? We just came here to chill!"

"I don't care if you came here to a river dance club." Wyk snapped, "Get lost, punk."

"Who pissed in your morning OJ, brah?" One partier asked.

Wyk took a moment to think. He was supposed to be relaxing, not supervising dickkicks, and while Celestia might expect him to do a good job, it had been a while since Wyk's last scuffle and he was more than ready for a little fisticuff action. Glancing over to where Viz had disappeared, Wyk removed his helmet and drove the gold-plated nose-guard into the face of the source of his annoyance. 





A depraved moan nearly escaped Viz’s mouth as Daisy Dancer slowly fellated him. There was just the right amount of ferocity to her act, and he liked it quite well. So well that he was nearing a climax, which shot forward in quick spurts.

"Ow!"

Viz blinked and looked down, "What?"

Daisy Dancer, or what was Daisy Dancer, rubbed its eye. It seemed as though the guard's ejaculate hit his partner in the eye, causing it to sting without mercy. Viz's eyes grew wide as he looked down at a Changeling with his member between its hooves. His erection immediately died at the site of it, falling from its position and hanging limply, much like his jaw. As Daisy Dancer wiped away the invading substance, she became attentive to the fact there was much silence. The changeling slowly opened her eyes to see a dumbstruck Viz.

"Uh... This may seem weird..."

"You're a Changeling," the stallion pointed out.

It, or she, ran its hoof around in circles against the floor nervously, "About that..."

"Sweet Celestia, this makes so much sense. All the things I've heard about you being real friendly with all those stallions makes sense."

Daisy Dancer took a look of offense, "Hey! I don't fool around that much! Besides, I've been living in Canterlot as a Changeling since I was little! I just took up the identity of Daisy Dancer because it helped me get around a lot easier."

"Wait," Viz shook his head, "so you're a Changeling who's lived a regular life here? In Canterlot? And no one's noticed until I shot my cum in your eye?"

"Thankfully, no." The Changeling looked down, not making eye contact, “So... does this change anything?"

"Can Changelings get or pass on STD's?"

It looked questioningly at him, "No, not a single one."

Viz leaned back as his erection grew, "Just watch the fangs then, baby."

He smiled. He was going to enjoy himself regardless.





Wyk grappled with the mare before throwing her sideways and into a concessions table, sending spiked punch, vodka, and soggy chips flying. All around him there were prone bodies of ravers who had decided to get in on the mosh pit, leaving only a few coked up dancers left as they twirled and spun circles around their own imaginary suns. Viz was still nowhere to be seen and Wyk was left panting and alone, wiping blood from his nostrils as he located his helmet and put it back on. 

The entire room was a mess and as Wyk set out to his absent comrade, Viz strutted out from the shadows, a flushed Daisy Dancer wooing next to him, licking her lips of a substance which, although Wyk couldn't make out, was certainly a present from Viz.

"Thanks for the help, pal." Wyk said with bitter words, "Did you have fun?"

Viz took a deep breath and let it out before lighting a blunt, "Yep."

Wyk snatched the joint away and took a long haul before snuffing it out on a downed partier's mohawk, "No blunt for you. Our shifts are over and I’m going home. I hope you remembered to bring your key."

"I locked myself out."

"You shouldn't even have a lock on your door. Doesn't do you any good." Wyk said.

Viz pushed a lock of hair away from Daisy's face, "I'm a guard, gotta keep security everywhere I can." His female companion giggled at this, egging him on further, "Yep, just holding the weight of the world on my shoulders."

Wyk squinted suspiciously in the low light and pointed at Viz's left shoulder, "The only weight on your shoulders is your ego and that used condom. Is that a fashion statement?"

"Yes," the unicorn flicked away the rubber and nodded towards the door, "We're gonna crash at your place tonight."

"Oh no you're bucking not. Last time you got so drunk with that fat bitch that you slept on my kitchen floor. I found your vomit on my bedside table." Wyk continued to shake his head, "You can take Daisy Dong Doctor here and sleep in a motel."

"Can't, no money on my pony. Besides, what's the worst that can happen?"

"You ARE the worst that can happen!"

Viz gave a light peck to Daisy's neck, "We've already reached critical mass then, so what's stopping us?"

"Forget it. You go. I'll meet you there after I hit up Sunshine Tallywageranotian. It’s that new tavern that just opened up."

"Ahem. Keys?"

"Here. Take them and buck off. My apartment better be spotless when I get back! You get the damn couch, too!" Wyk yelled as he trotted off.

Daisy gave a light tug to Viz's hoof, "Come on, Vizzy, let's go and get some rest..."

Viz walked alongside her as they left the party, "Damn straight, baby, damn straight."





Wyk was thoroughly intoxicated when he stumbled through the hallway leading up to his room. He paused to notice the graffiti further down, no doubt done by reckless teens, "Friggin' shit apples." 

The door creaked open and Wyk stepped inside, shutting it behind him. He didn't have to be sober to hear the moans and shrieks coming from his bedroom and he let out a moan himself, pulling off his armor as he curled up on the couch to finish off a progressively shitty night.

The morning came as a mournful, aching solace and Wyk, sweaty and hung-over, rolled from his comatose state on the lumpy couch and struck the hardwood with force, sending a jolt through his throbbing body. He groaned and climbed to his hooves, checking the clock on the wall. He was seven hours late, but that didn't matter. Neither Wyk nor Viz made a habit out of arriving to work on time.

By the time Daisy Dancer made her presence known, Wyk was eating slowly, compacting the mushy shreddies together between his molars as he sat at the small counter adjoining his kitchen area. He glanced over sluggishly at the changeling and went back to eating his cereal before raising his head back up again and watching as Daisy Dancer, in her original, unmasked form, poured herself a glass of orange juice, chugged it, and vanished back into the bedroom.

Wyk let a small trickle of milk drain from his lips and drip on the counter, "What."

Viz shot his head out of the bedroom door and hung a small sign on the knob that read "Do Not Disturb."

He shot a smile to Wyk, who glared at him in response before he retreated back into the "love-chamber", as he called it.

And the midafternoon carried on with sounds of pleasure echoing throughout the apartment.