GTA: The Ballad of Rainbow Dash
Chapter 14: Gives you Hell
(Algonquin – Mondo Clothing Store)
Pinkie looked at the bright pink track suit in front of her. The clothes she was wearing was fine, and she tried to tell Elizabeta that, but her new friend seemed determined that she get some new clothes of her own. This was nice, and it fit her personality, but it wasn’t as good of quality like Rarity made. Her hair partially deflated once she thought of her friend.
The changeling had said that none of them would want her back. The clone had done some terrible things, and she could only guess what it had done. A tear threated to roll down her cheek, but she sniffed it back. It wasn’t too bad. Elizabeta was pretty nice, a little odd, but nice. She looked toward her friend who looking at some of the more Earth tones of clothes. She grinned and carried the pink track suit with her. She moved to the small sport bra and panties section. Finding what she wanted, in neon pink, she grabbed them and carried them up to the counter. The cashier smiled at her, looked at the clothes, and then smiled at her again.
“Got a pink fetish huh?” he asked.
She smiled back at him unsure of how to answer.
“She likes pink, so what?” Elizabeta asked.
“Nothing man, look, you want to try these on before you buy them? ‘Cause I’m going to be honest I think this track suit is going to be a bit too small for you,” he said.
Pinkie looked around and he motioned toward a changing room. She walked toward it and pulled off the white t-shirt, old Harwood hi-tops, and gray sweatpants. She looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her panties where clean, but they were second hand, and the same with her socks. She had been completely naked and alone when Elizabeta had taken her in. She pulled on the sports bra first. It fit, but it felt a little tight, well tight as in she was trying to spill out over the top of it. She pulled it off and looked at the size. 32 B wasn’t going to fit.
“Ummmm… Elizabeta?” she asked.
Elizabeta walked toward the door and leaned against it.
“What is it Pinkie?” she asked.
“What’s the next size up from a 32 B?” she asked.
“What isn’t fitting about it exactly?” Elizabeta asked.
“It pushes a little hard against me, and it looks like I’m trying to spill out over the top,” she said.
“Okay, I’ll get you a C cup,” Elizabeta said.
She breathed out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t that she was really worried anyway. She could just go without a bra. Elizabeta had explained what they are, what they are supposed to do, but she really didn’t see the point in them. After all she had never really wore one before, and it didn’t make any sense to wear one now. She stood there looking at the being standing in the mirror.
It was odd not having her coat. She was so used to seeing a bright pink coat every time she looked at herself, but instead all she was seeing was this sort an off pink, almost white, skin. Her teats, Elizabeta called them breasts which why call them that? What was the point of calling teats breasts? Chickens had breasts, and they sure didn’t look like this. This looked like really weird looking teats, but anyway her teats didn’t look the same.
She sighed and leaned against the wall. That wasn’t the worst of it. The worst of it was how small she felt. She had never felt like this before. Ponyville had been different. It had been a happy place, somewhere she belonged, but here, her she felt like she was just another face.
“Pinkie, here you go,” Elizabeta said.
She caught the larger bra and pulled it on. It fit better, it didn’t feel like it was trying to squeeze her teats out over the top, and it actually felt kind of comfortable. She quickly pulled on the track suit and studied herself in the mirror again. At least she kind of looked closer to herself. She walked back out into the store and noticed a long pink scarf. Her eyes studied it for a moment and she walked toward it. She picked it up and studied how fluffy, and curly it was. Without a second though she wrapped a little of it around her neck and let the rest of it drape down behind her. She ran back toward the changing room and looked in the mirror.
It wasn’t exactly right, but it looked, no she looked more like her old self. She walked out and nodded to Elizabeth.
“Okay, so, we have six suits of clothes, twelve pairs of shoes, twelve sets of underwear, at least six bras and one scarf. That’s going to be six hundred and seventy three dollars,” the cashier said.
Elizabeta pulled out a stack of bills and began putting them down. She counted it out for a moment before the door opened.
“Everybody on the ground this is a fuckin’ robbery!” a young voice yelled.
She rolled her eyes and felt the weight of her pistol. It wouldn’t be hard to pull the gun and shoot whoever this was. She stood there, waiting for the robber to make his decision.
“I said everyone one the fuckin’ ground!” he shouted.
“Puta, I don’t get on the ground unless I’ve been dating someone for a while,” she said.
She felt the tip of a gun press against her back.
“Get on the ground you fat bitch!” he shouted.
She turned toward him and grabbed the gun. She pulled it, hard, almost ripping it from his hands. A moment later the pistol went off. She watched the kid as he ran out of the store. The pistol itself was now on the floor, and she felt odd. She couldn’t describe the feeling, but it was there. Her knees buckled as she fell to them.
“Elizabeta!!!” Pinkie screamed as she ran to her friend.
“Stupid carbon,” Elizabeta said.
“The ambulance is on the way!” the cashier shouted.
“You’re going to be okay Elizabeta,” Pinkie said as she held her.
“Mija, it’s okay. It’s just how it is,” she said.
Pinkie looked at her in confusion. She wasn’t sure how Elizabeta could be so calm. The large woman touched her forehead and smiled.
“Be good Mija, don’t fuck things up too bad,” she whispered.
A moment later two paramedics burst into the door. They rushed over and began working on her.
“Where are you taking her?” Pinkie asked.
“We’re going to the hospital kid,” one of them said.
“I’m coming with you,” she replied
“Family?” the other one asked.
“The only family I have in the world,” Pinkie whispered.
(South Broker – AutoErotica)
Dash looked toward the entrance and then checked back with Niko. He was working around the security system of the car dealership and finally got it disabled. Once it went down he pulled the gate up and motioned for her. The outside of the car dealership had a few nice cars, but mostly it looked like the normal daily driver crap they had expected.
It was what laid inside of the locked gate that was what they wanted. Two red and white Pegassi Infernuses sat behind the formerly locked gated area.
“How much is Brucie paying us for this?” Dash asked.
“It’s not Brucie, it’s his friend, Steve, and he is paying fifty thousand a piece,” Niko replied.
Niko started to head over toward the cars when Dash cleared her throat. He turned to see her standing next to a small wall box that she had opened. Inside was two sets of keys for the cars.
“You were seriously going to hotwire them?” she asked.
“It is something I am used to doing,” he replied.
They started the cars and drove out of the lot. It seemed almost as if they weren’t even going to get into any kind of trouble until someone yelled.
“Son of bbbbitch!” A large man screamed as he ran toward them, “Get the fuck outta my cars!”
“Let’s see what these things can do,” Dash yelled.
Niko nodded and sped off. She chased after him and a moment later a crème colored Feltzer was trying to catch up to them. She looked in the side mirror just in time to see it shatter when a bullet struck it.
“No you just didn’t!” she shouted to herself as she pushed the Infernus harder.
Its engine began to whine hard as she weaved in and out of traffic. Traffic around her began to go crazy, cars weaving toward her, trying to get away from the crazed driver behind her. She looked ahead and saw a gap closing. There was every chance she might not make it, but by Celestia she was going to try.
She gunned it, felt the car lurch, and heard the sound of scrapping as she made it through. A moment later the sounds of a massive wreck erupted behind her. She waited a few seconds and then dialed Niko’s phone.
“You make it?” she asked.
“Already across. Steve is meeting us at the Cluckin’ Bell on Star Junction,” he said.
She smiled, “Hey, what do you say we celebrate our little job?” she asked.
“What do you feel like?” he asked.
“Club Liberty, maybe invite Tracy and Simone?” she asked.
He nodded and she quickly dialed her two friends. It felt like old times, and times she was more than happy to remember.