"Eight....Nine....Ten!" Rarity counted out loud as she did each repetition. She let go of the handle bars on the machine and wiped the sweat off of her forehead with her front leg. "Getting sweaty is so un-lady like, but I guess that it's worth it." Rarity looked down at her belly and poked it. The results were not too pleasing to her. "I bet I got all of this extra belly flab from giving birth. I should probably work on my abdominals." Rarity got out of the seat and grabbed the spray bottle nearby and some paper towels. She sprayed and wiped down the machine and then tossed the paper towels into a trash can near the paper towel dispenser. She had been working her way down the machines in a line and she was able to venture further away from Applejack as long as she could still see her. "Let's see what's around this corner." Rarity turned and noticed that a pony was already on the machine. There was also another pony talking to him as he did his abdominal crunches.
The pony working out was wearing an orange and brown checkered hat on his head and had it tilted to the side. Both sides of his cheeks were red, as if he had some kind of permanent blush on or he had embarrassment written deeply on his cheeks. The color of his coat was a mix of orange and brown, his tail and mane was brown just like his eye color, and his cutie mark was a picture of the hat that he wore on his head. He also had some facial hair on his chin.
"Oh no!" Rarity said with her front hoof covering her mouth. "It's Steve." Rarity looked at the stallion who was talking to him.
His friend watching him was a white pony and wore a very large golden necklace that had enormous links of chain. On the necklace was a giant clock. He had a dirty blonde tail and mane, and his cutie mark was a picture of a golden star, and on the star, was the acronym, Y.O.L.O., and below that was the slang word SWAG. He was also wearing sunglasses that was pushed up onto his forehead exposing his light blue eyes.
"And his buddy too." Rarity said. She quickly hid behind the corner of the wall and listened to their conversation.
Steve had been sitting there for hours working out on the machine. He didn't even have the pin in any of the weights and the pin just dangled loosely by the coiled cord that was attached to the pin. It clanged against the weights every time he did a repetition. "N-n-ninety nine.....O-o-one hundred! Awwww, buck yeah! I'm going to get so ripped and we're going to get laid again even if there isn't a strip club by us anymore.
"The only thing that you have ever ripped was ass," Steve's buddy said.
"Aw, buck you! We're going to get sweet pussy again!"
"As long as we don't get caught and put in jail for raping that stripper, Rarity," his buddy said.
"Brah, are you seriously still worried about that? Don't act like you're still flank hurt over that. I told you to just forget it and that what we did was normal and natural. No pony is seriously going to ever catch us. We're way too smart to be found anyway. It's almost like you act like you have some kind of conscience or something. Emotions and feelings are for the weak and I already told you that religious ponies first become religious because their emotions get manipulated. Don't start feeling emotions and scare me now, brah. We're way too smart to feel anything. The only thing that you should feel sorry for is that both our balls are mad blue, yo. Who cares about that trashy prostitute that we both raped. She was mad hot, yo, but seriously. Get a hold of yourself, man."
"Truth," Steve's buddy said.
Tears flooded Rarity's eyes. She knew all along that they had raped her. She didn't know who the father was, but she didn't care, nor did she want to find out or force them to pay foal support for her newborn son because that would be too upsetting to her. She couldn't take it anymore. She ran over to Applejack who was working out on one of the machines and grabbed a hold of her. She burrowed her head into Applejack's chest and was shaking and crying.
"What has gotten into ya?" the orange pony asked. "Ya actin' crazy right now. No pony hurt ya in here, did they? I'll get up and show them a thing or two." Applejack was about to get up out of her seat, but Rarity put her two front hooves against her chest and stopped her.
"Don't," Rarity said. "They didn't say anything to me or even touch me. I just over heard their conversation about me."
"And what did they say?" Applejack asked.
"They both admitted that they had raped me. I knew it was them all along, but to hear them confess it makes it that much more upsetting."
"Why don't ya give them some exposure or take them to court to prove that one of them is the father of yer lil' newborn son, Strong Faith?"
"Because I don't even want to know which one is the actual father. I just want to raise my son alone and without any of their financial support. It's not like I am struggling and I can't afford to support my own son. I just need you to stay close to me in case they come near me and might try to hurt me again."
Applejack patted her on the back and asked, "Where did ya see these fellas?"
Rarity pointed her hoof over to where there was a corner. "They are behind that corner on the abdominal machine. Can we please go to the other side of the gym and try other machines. I don't want to see them again."
"I understand." Applejack looked back over at the corner and then back to Rarity. "Yeah, we can go to another part of the gym. Somethin' inside of me is tellin' me that those two are gonna get into trouble sooner or later. I reckon that we need to tell the authorities about those two before they rape anypony else. We should tell Twilight about this right now so that she can send a message to the Princess. Let's go over there and tell her now."
Applejack got out of her machine and led Rarity to a different section of the gym where Twilight was. Rarity stayed glued to her side the entire time. Applejack told Twilight what had happened and Twilight sent out a letter to the Princess right away. She knew that she would find and deal with these two as soon as possible.
Back at the abdominal machine, Steve looked up at his buddy and asked, "Do you want to take a turn on the abdominal machine as I gawk at myself in the mirror?"
"No, Scumbag Steve. I told you that I don't come here to work out, but so that I can hit on the fillies and get laid. We are already members of like thirty different gyms anyway."
"Oh, word Bromander and cool story bro," Steve said as he got up and tapped his flabby belly. "Hard as a bucking rock, bro. I bet that I'm stronger than Buck Norris. I seriously need to check myself out in the mirror. Sometimes I clop to myself when I see my body. I'm that good looking man."
"You're a freaking douche bag."
Steve twisted his cap to the other side of his head and said, "Nah. I'm just a scumbag and I love being me. My name is Scumbag Steve, not Douche-Bag Danny." Steve looked at his buddy with curiosity and asked, "What the hay is your name anyway?"
"We have known each other and have been best friends since preschool and you still don't even know my name yet? Wow, you really are a scumbag!"
"No offense taken!" Steve said. "But seriously, what's your name, brosephina?"
"You've already said it before."
"Huh?" Steve asked.
"My name is Douche-bag Danny."
"Oh, word, bro. Word," Steve said.
Steve and Danny were about to walk over to the mirrors when suddenly, Steve put his front hoof to his buddies chest. "Whoa, brah! Get a look at her flanks!"
A filly walked by them both.
"Hey girl, do you want to lift up your tail for me so that I can see your goods?" Steve asked.
The filly stopped and then slapped him hard across his face. "I'm only ten years old, you dirty old pedophile!"
Steve rubbed the side of his face with his front hoof. "Aw, come on! Are you really going to do me like that? If you're so young then can I see your mommy? I bet she's a hot M.I.L.F. Age is just a number anyway, sweetie."
"And the jail cell that you'll be in will be in is just a number too!" she shot back.
Steve put his two front hooves up in the air and tilted his head to the side as if to suggest he had no idea what she meant by that. "Hey! If you're old enough to chew, then you're old enough to screw in my book."
"Wow, that seems a little bit too young, Scumbag Steve," Danny said. "I say, If you're old enough to count, then you're old enough to mount."
"Totes, Breh," Steve said. "It works both ways."
The filly turned her back on them and walked on over to where there was a small group of ponies having a yoga session in another room, but then changed her mind and walked on over to the front desk.
"Aw man, I love it when fillies wear tight spandex on their flanks. It's so hot. I could just stare at them all day."
Steve and his buddy gawked at all the different ponies walking by on their way to the yoga class.
Steve snickered and said, "Yo dawg! Check this out. This is how to get a fillies attention. Check out this one coming up, she's freaking hot." Steve waited for a pony to walk by and then smacked the pony hard on the pony's flank.
The pony turned and looked at him.
"Hey hot stuff. You got the sweetest flank I have ever seen in the gym. Want to bang in the gym showers?" Steve asked.
The pony had very long bangs and used his front hoof to push away his mane so that his eyes could be seen. "I'm a stallion," he said. "And scumbags like you shouldn't be allowed in the gym. He then turned and walked over to the yoga group.
Steve stood there horrified. "Oh no! Brah, I might need to amputate my front hoof. What a freaking faggola wearing his mane like that so he looks like a filly."
Danny was cracking up. "You're the faggot for touching his butt, Scumbag Steve!"
"Steve's face turned bright red with rage. "Buck you man! That freaking faggot deserves to die! I'm going to go over there and buck his face up! What a freaking glitter dick for wearing his mane like a flashy and fancy faggot."
"You're not going anywhere except out!" a voice chimed in.
"Huh?" Scumbag Steve said as he and Danny turned around.
Vinyl Scratch stood there next to that small young filly that Steve and Danny had sexually harassed.
This is like the millionth complaint I have gotten about you two perverts. How dare you sexually harass such a young filly like this. How dare you even sexually harass any pony!"
"It's not our fault she has a hot flank!" Steve said.
"She's only ten years old and you guys should know better! You're now banned from this gym. Members have been quitting because of you two punks."
Steve twisted his cap to the side and said, "What the hay, bro!? Love and tolerate me!"
"Oh we'll love and tolerate you guys. From a distance. Now get out of this gym!"
"You can't make us," Steve said. "You're just a stupid mare and the only good you serve is to reproduce. You don't have the right to tell two stallions like us what to do. You're the inferior and weaker sex anyway. Science backs me up on this. We were so smart that we didn't even need high school and dropped out."
"You guys are the most sexist, perverted, and twisted individuals I have ever seen. I think what you meant to say is that you both dropped out of preschool instead. I don't even think that either of you have the intelligence to graduate from that!" Vinyl Scratch put her front hoof to her mouth and whistled. She then yelled out, "BUBBA! WE GOT TROUBLE MAKERS!"
The gym floors quaked from each hoof step. A giant Pegasus stallion that had muscles bulging out from all sides of his body stood behind the two trouble makers. He put his two front hooves on their shoulders and breathed down their necks. "You boys causing trouble again I hear?"
Steve and his buddy began shaking in fear when they heard the deep voice. They both slowly turned around and their eyes met with Bubba.
Bubba's coat was purple and his mane and tail was bright pink. He had a picture of an anvil as his cutie mark. "So, you boys can either get out of here now, or we can do this the fun way."
"I-I-I think we can leave without any trouble," Danny said.
"Y-y-yeah," Steve said. "We won't bother with this place again. We're sorry!"
"Get out!" The giant stallion yelled.
Steve and Danny ran out of the building as fast as they could.
"This world is so corrupt and hypocritical!" Steve said as he attempted to kick a rock on the ground but missed terribly. "They say love and tolerance, but they don't accept us even if we're always right."
"We have been banned from every single gym that we go to. Do you think what we're doing might really be wrong?" Danny asked.
"No way!" Steve said. "This world is just bucking ignorant and they don't know anything. It's a shame that we have two females ruling this world. No wonder we have so many problems. Come on. Let's get out of here and find other ways to try to get laid. We could always go club fagging. This gym doesn't even have tanning salons or even sell body spray tans."
"Truth," Danny said.
The two stallions headed over to the friendship express train to go back to their homes in Manehatten. The moment they left, Princess Celestia's royal guards came. They came to arrest Steve and Danny, but they were too late. They did spend some time getting valuable information at the gym and would soon find them both.
Vinyl Scratch had a very stressful day today and she clocked out. She looked at the pony waiting to clock in and said, "It has been a mess today, but I hope your shift is a lot easier than mine! I don't even know where to begin to tell you how crazy today was, but those two clowns that give us so much trouble finally got under my coat enough for me to ban them."
"Oh, do you mean Scumbag Steve and his buddy, Douche-bag Danny?"
"Yeah, those two goons really pushed me past my love and tolerance limits. I'm going to go home and lose myself in blasts of wubs. Also, you should check out that mare Twilight Sparkle. She's really cool!" Vinyl Scratch pointed over to where Twilight Sparkle was leaning back against a recumbent bike and was pedaling with her back hooves as she did a cross word puzzle.
"Maybe I'll go say hi later, but right now I have to change this music. You know that the gym owner likes different styles of music to be played at different hours."
"I'll try not to take any offense," Vinyl Scratch said as she picked up her belongings.
The new shift employee changed the music. It was time to play some pop.