Backslash creped along the steamy tiled walls of the gym entrance, the artificial lighting flickered on and off in a mad routine as the bulb was fit to blow, draping dark shadows along the floor.
Closer and closer he snuck towards the front exit of the sporting facility. The sound of grunts and hardy laughing up ahead past closed glass doors
*Tap* Tap* *Tap* went his hooves against the cold white tiles.
Suddenly from behind Backslash heard the louder heavier sound of approaching hoof-steps trailing from the gym lockers, he quickly darted his head around and jumped, wedging himself between a wall and a vending machine, the machine's mechanical hum rattling his bones.
In front of him two large meaty jocks walked past, there frames as thick as thugs, faces like hard clay and jaws like cinderblocks. Backslash held his breathe, trying the hide the rattling of his teeth.
Eventually they were gone; the only sound emanating was the vibrant neon jitter of the plastic and metal vending machine buzzing away.
Taking a deep breath the vanilla-maned Colt squeezed himself out of the crevasse, his head spinning from being ratted around from the space between spaces.
"Who the hell are you!" spat a gruff voice as backslash was flung up into the vending machine, his neck being held tight by the thick arm of a large yellow colt, his green lumbering comrade beside him.... just as wholly engorged as the other. Backslash clawed at the jock's hoof but realised it was too solid to part, the large yellow stallion's grip was like a mechanic clamp.
"My...*cough* Name is Ba...Backslashhh...I... *cough* would like a moment...of..you..time" gasped the Colt, his throat squished almost completely shut.
"Piss off kid!" barked the yellow stallion, pushing the noticeably smaller colt into the pink plastic glowing machine. His arm as thick as backslash's entire neck.
"I can make it worth...grrlghg....your while" he again gargled, chalk white teeth grinding against each-other.
Both jocks looked to each-other, the promise of money wetting their appetites.
The colt fell down and smacked hard against the antiseptic white tiles.
"Make it quick or well pound you're head in" threaten the meat-wall.
"That's..*cough*..what I wanted too talk to you about" Backslash told them, rubbing his throat as he picked himself up, his attitude become that of a business.
"I..I was hoping to hire the services of you..lovely... gentlecolts for abit of physical activity".
"Sorry fruitcake but we don't swing like that" the green colt replied from over the yellow jock's shoulder.
"No, I mean....I would like to give you compensation for accompanying me as bolstering lackies, Im hoping to deal with a certain colt who...has ruined my courting eligibility with a mare" Backslash again told them in a daringly formal manner.
Again the two colts where unsure of what he was asking them, there English skills at the level of a kindergarten child.
Backslash gave a sigh as he put it down to extremely basic and easy to understand words.
"I want to pay both of you money to help me beat up a kid".
Suddenly both jocks understood what he meant, their faces going into grim smiles.
"Hmm, how much you gunna pay us if we say yes then" cooed the yellow sports-pony.
"75 bits each" firmly replied the English student.
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Button mash : high school life
FanfictionButton has to go back to the troubles of teenage life, which includes patching things up at home, keeping his friends....and trying to make things less awkward between him and his X-Marefriend Sweetie belle in this dark high school life.
