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You are Rainbow Dash.
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You're a street samurai.
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This is your quest.
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It's incredibly lewd.
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>"Inmate 120-D, step up"
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>You keep your head low and glance up at the grimacing warden
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>You can't quite see her through your rainbow-colored hair, but you're pretty sure it's a Gilda
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>You smirk
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>You love pissing off *those* girls
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>The way they get huffy and puffy like an angry bird...
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>It's kinda adorable
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>She bangs at your cell's bars with her baton in a show of impatience
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>You lazily get up from the metal sleep-slab and saunter over to the white-haired butch
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"Sup?"
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>Gilda growls and shoots a nasty look at you
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>"You're being released on work probation. Hands where I can see 'em."
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>You raise an eyebrow as you turn your back to her and clasp your hands behind your back
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>Gilda unlocks your cell with a loud buzz, steps inside, then cuffs your wrists
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>"Personally, I would've loved to see you rot here for the rest of your life, considering what you've done."
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>The cuff's locking teeth make a zipping sound as you feel your wrists being bound up in cheap metal
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>Work probation?
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>By who?
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>You're not a well-connected gal by any means
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>Did Rarity do this?
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>No... her network consists mostly of frou-frou fashion types
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>It can't be Pinkie either...
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>...Twilight?
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>...No, you two aren't on speaking terms anymore
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>Not with anyone else, for that matter
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>You keep running through the names you know in your head as Gilda drags you out of your cell and to the discharge desk
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>"Fuckin' punk," Gilda says as she tugs your arm along. "Can't believe this corrupt system. Bomb a fucking Gilda-owned bank and they let you go with a slap on the wrist."
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>You sneer.
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"You know, you should be more like your other sleeves. Less bitching and more getting fat behind desks counting money."
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>You scream as Gilda whacks at your shin with her baton.
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>She pulls you up violently by the cuffs, twisting your shoulders in the wrong direction
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>"One more word out of you and I'm going to smack your mouth next!"
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>You stand in front of the discharge desk as a Fluttershy goes through your papers
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>Huh
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>You didn't expect to see *her* sleeve working at a place like this
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>You can't help but stare at her slender, pretty fingers going through your stuff and checking the prisoner items manifest
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>She's definitely done this more than a few times
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>"One pleated skirt, one blouse, one pair of combat loafers, schoolgirl style..."
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>Her voice trails as she blushes
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>"O-ohh, um, one pair of thigh highs and striped blue panties..."
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>You giggle and wink at the Gilda next to you
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>She just scowls
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>"...One Glim-Pad, one shock katana, one wakizashi, one compact rifle. We are withholding ammo for safety precautions. I-I hope you understand..."
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>You wink at her
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"Don't worry your pretty little head, cutie. I don't mind"
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>Fluttershy blushes
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>"A-ah, ehem, s-sign here please."
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>You scrawl a string of chicken scratch on the paper
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>As soon as Fluttershy takes the clipboard and pen from you, you strip down your prison garbs
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>The bright orange jump suit crumples around your feet as you grab your old clothes, starting with the panties
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>"Oh, come on!" Gilda moans
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>You grin
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"What? Are you feeling insecure standing in front of my superior, sexy body?"
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>Fluttershy's face is rose-red as she clasps her hands over her nose, trying not to bleed out of it
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>"O-oh my..."
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>You turn around and bend nice and low for her as you step into the kevlar-lined pleated skirt
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>You take your sweet time pulling it over your hips and closing the side zipper shut
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>It's a bit shorter in the back than you remember
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>The hem rests just below your buttcheeks
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>You must've put on a few pounds in the weeks doing nothing but moping around your cell
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>You tug the hem down, hoping that you don't accidentally flash your panties to some greasy pervert once you're outside
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>You stick your arms into the blouse and shrug it on like a jacket, closing just half the buttons
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>Your breasts have gotten a little fatter too
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>Your nipples jut out as the stiff fabric brushes against them
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>They leave clearly visible bumps
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>Ah, you should've worn a bra for that heist
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>But then, you were flat as a board when you were arrested
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>Oh well
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>You roll the thigh-highs over your legs, shove your feet into the loafers, and grab your bundle of weapons
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"Oh, by the way"
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>"M-mm?"
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"Your name's Fluttershy, right?"
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>She nods
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"Right, nobody bothers to change their name once they get their Mane Six sleeve. So unoriginal."
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>You grab Fluttershy's hand and scrawl your Glim-Pad ident number on her palm
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"You're really cute, even for a Fluttershy. If you wanna grab a drink with me, hit me up"
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>Fluttershy blushes even harder than before, and ekes out an okay
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>Gilda huffs and puffs like a bird
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>"Are you seriously FLIRTING with an officer of the law? Leave, leave right now!"
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>Gilda shoves you towards the door
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"H-hey! I still haven't gotten the contact info for my work probation master. I can't go out like this--"
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>Gilda snatches a sheet of paper from Fluttershy's dainty hands and shoves it into the waistband of your skirt
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>"Now, leave!"
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>You stumble out and squint
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>The sun is hidden behind a hazy smog, but it's bright enough
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>In front of you, the massive megalane zips with speeding cars, both automated and manually driven
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>You pull the work probation form from the waistband of your pleated skirt and read it
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>It's not a form at all actually, probably violating some protocols
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>It's a hand-scrawled letter
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>[Hello, Dash]
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>[If you're reading this, then you're probably free]
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>[Come visit me at the church and we'll discuss the terms of your release]
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>[With love,]
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>[Archbishop Sunset]
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>You sigh and tear the thing in half.
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>A Shimmer church fanatic?
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>What do those crazed zealots want with a street samurai like you?
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>If they're desperate enough to pull strings to get you out of prison, it must be nothing wholesome
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>You smooth over your clothes one last time, making sure nothing's spilling out
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>Some blue-haired pervert -- probably an Indigo sleeve -- leers at you from yards away
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>What now?
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Gear:
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Custom Shock Katana (primary)
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M1 Spec Ops Wakizashi
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TX-9 Compact Rifle (0 ammo)
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Items:
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[none]
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Actions:
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[confront the Indigo Pervert]
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[head to Archbishop Shimmy's church]
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[ask the quest runner something about the game/character/setting]
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[write-in]
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