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The Iguana Man


I am just a simple thinker, though some call me mad.

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It's the night after the end of the school year, so it should be a time of celebration for the Rainbooms. However, thanks to an unpleasant encounter and a questionable bet, Sunset finds herself in a street race. If she loses, she'll be obliged to go on a date with the slimy creep she's racing. She needs to win, but with her weathered old bike, that seems unlikely.

So then, why does Twilight, her girlfriend, seem so happy about all this?

A story about clubbing, street racing and sexuality from an author who knows absolutely nothing about any of those things. Embrace the cringe!


A story for Bicyclette's SciSet Contest, posted unwillingly to support and fill out the contest rather than due to any hope of winning. Please check out the other, better entries.

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Never forget the brakes.

For a story you felt wasn’t worthy of even posting for the longest time, this was a pretty likable and overall amusing affair. It’s a bit on the random side, but in a way that never really takes you out of the story. Really, it wouldn’t be that hard to translate this plotline into an actual episode of the shorts, at least if the show had been willing to embrace SciSet more overtly — though an episode would probably have to downplay Skeevy McCreep’s skeevy mccreepiness a bit. (I did get quite a big laugh out of that turning out to be his actual name, by the way.) Go MSG and MEG!

“Go, Sunset!” Twilight cheered. “Knock him dead! But not literally because that'd be illegal and would probably disqualify you from the race, though he also wouldn't be able to win so it'd technically be a draw probably!”

I love carrying over the “Twilight doesn’t know how to cheer” gag from Friendship Games.

Delightful bit of mad science girlfriends. And I’d say Mr. McCreep learned a very valuable lesson today. Thank you for a most entertaining read.

Well, that is if you could call an unpaid two hours performing at Sugarcube Corner “a true gig”, which they mostly did.

well gotta start somewhere!

It helped that it was one of the few nightclubs in the city that allowed in people under 18, hence why Vinyl was able to do gigs there in the first place.

indeed a high school student being a professional DJ does raise all sorts of logistical issues 

Finally, there was a feature in the place that Fluttershy wished was in far more places – a large area designed to be quieter, so people could take a break from the noise. It wasn't completely cut off, of course – it had enough soundproofing that one could still hear the music, but could also make oneself heard to one's friends without the use of a megaphone.

i also wish this feature were in far more places

However, as much as she wanted and intended to protect Fluttershy, she held a hand out to them, signalling the three to keep calm and refrain from rocket-punching the boy, slamming him through a wall or making him explode, respectively.

aww but that would’ve been so cool!

“Are you kidding?” Sunset said, the question sounding sincerely impressed before her tone and expression suddenly became more disdainful. “How could I forget anyone who came here riding that piece of junk?”

gottem

“Er, well, not that I don't believe you, Darling, but your bike is... well it doesn't exactly seem...” Rarity trailed off, trying to come up with a diplomatic way of phrasing what she wanted to say.

aww always a Rarity problem

Of course, having it was one thing; getting it to work was another. Still, Sunset wasn't Celestia's student for nothing and, after getting a few books on the subject, she quickly picked up the knowledge and skills needed to return it to proper working order. So, while it looked undeniably shabby, with scratches, dents and lost paintwork all over, it was entirely functional.

well that explains how she got her bike indeed

“This doesn't look good!” Rarity said, not taking her eyes away from the opera glasses she was using to watch the race.

that is indeed what Rarity would do

“So, what, Rares,” Rainbow asked, “you just always carry around a pair of binocul-”

opera glasses are not binoculars! binoculars use mirrors!

“Yes!” Twilight cried, leaping into the air in joy. “It's working exactly as we hoped!”

and yes mad scientist Sci-Twi would definitely do that

The boy's jaw worked noiselessly for a few seconds before he found the composure to speak again. “You triple-hustled me!”

L+ratio

One of them turned to their leader. “You okay, Skeevy?”

and of course it turns out the guy’s name is literally Skeevy McCreep, haha

Without otherwise moving, Rainbow whipped a hand out, grabbed the boy's arm and snapped it like a glowstick.

hell yeah


a very fun little romp, thanks for writing!

It helped that it was one of the few nightclubs in the city that allowed in people under 18, hence why Vinyl was able to do gigs there in the first place. One obviously had to agree to a few ground rules to get in at such an age and it might have been difficult to gain admittance had Vinyl not vouched for them, but now that she had, it was always a possible venue for a night out. This was most fortuitous as, while Rarity was confident she could learn forgery if she needed to, she had her doubts she could whip up seven fake IDs without a lot of practice.

Shouldn't they technically have IDs already if they're all 18 by now? :unsuresweetie:

Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how one looked at it, they weren't being disruptive enough that the club's bouncers had felt the need to step in. They were simply leering at them and making the odd comment loud enough for them to hear. The only thing that might have been worrying was when one of them apparently tried to buy a drink for some or all of them, only to have their supposed ID laughed at and tossed into the trash by the bartender.

Lmao! :rainbowlaugh:

“Uh huh!” Twilight nodded, not taking her eyes off Sunset. “Isn't it great? I couldn't have asked for anything better!”

Uhhhhhhh. :pinkiegasp:

Twilight frowned and turned her head towards Rainbow. “ We made it!” She corrected forcefully. “I just had the idea – it wouldn't have got beyond a theory without Sunset's genius for application and mechanics. Not to mention moral support and social help - after the Mark Three disaster, she was the only reason the cops let us off with a warning. I love that woman,” she finished with a dreamy sigh.

Ok? :applejackconfused:

“I'm fine, Twi!” Sunset assured her, reaching up to wipe away Twilight's still-forming tears. “There's a reason these boxes are here – racers aren't stupid, they set up these makeshift crash barriers so that this can happen without too much pain.”

Since when? :applejackunsure:

Without otherwise moving, Rainbow whipped a hand out, grabbed the boy's arm and snapped it like a glowstick.

Talk about quite a plot twist. :derpyderp2:

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