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Fever stepped out of the nighclub, he'd just finished a performance a few minutes ago and was heavily drunk after around a truck load of bottles. His friends stayed inside whilst they were being flirted with the ladies of the club, Fever rolled his eyes at that and walked out. He opened his cigarette box, taking one out and lighting it. The colt leaned against the wall as he pondered what the night would turn to, most likely getting wasted and waking up with a random girl in his bed. Fever gave a sigh, letting an ash cloud leave his mouth, moving a hand to his face and rubbing his hair back in frustration. Sure loads of colts would love the idea of having the girls when he wanted them, but Fever didn’t like it as much, it felt. unusual for him, he’d end up looking to all the males and checking them out instead but of course that never meant anything. Right?

All of a sudden he was brought out of his thoughts as something hard hit him with blunt force in his nose, causing him to fall back, hitting the dirtied stone ground with a grunt. His muzzle was inflamed as he felt blood rush down it, he instinctively put his arm up to his nose, rubbing off some blood though it kept flowing from the sudden pressure. He looked up, growling and seeing a reddish pony, their hair up in a ponytail as they wore a strict sport outfit. His eyes softened for a moment but he was still pissed.

The pony spoke with a stern voice “The fuck did you say about my brother asshat?” they glared down at him, head held high. What Fever hadn’t realised is that this person was a gal. The mention of the persons brother didn’t bring any thought to mind as he frowned again, sitting up.

“What are you talking ‘bout” he rubbed his head sorely as the pony scoffed.

“Fog Frost, asshat. I got told what you said earlier before you’re shit excuse of a gig” Blitz had attended the night with Whiplash as a night of celebration for her latest race. Fever recalled the comment and groaned.

“that all? You hit me for ‘at?” he sounded irritated though the new comer did intrigue him.

“Well can’t have you shit talking my brother, specially when its shit themselves.” Fever growled, getting up and pointing his finger at her, the bleeding had stopped but kept in his fur.

“Now see he-“ He was interrupted by the pony, grabbing his arm, flipping him around and pressing it against his own back, he felt his arm ache and groaned, shutting his eyes in pain. Needless to say Blitz was very good at self-defence.

“Don’t act like you’ve got an advantage, you got what you deserved anyway, just don’t talk shit again and we won’t have a problem.” She had her head leaned close to his flattened ear before pushing him forward and away from herself as Fever grabbed his own arm, rubbing his wrist around it and looking at Blitz as she began to walk away. What the fuck just happened?

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Random idea about Fever minding his own business and getting whammied from nowhere. And plot twist, Blitz actually cares for her baby bro, despite how much they fight she hates when other people belittle him since he is just trying his best to impress others. Also with this, Fever migth have a wee crush on this random person, he doesn't actually know the gender of Blitz yet since she is pretty masculine looking, to some points and could fool most people. The band and Fever himself are 'players' I guess you could say.

Fever usually only has one night stands and thats all, he looks for satisfaction but never finds it and it annoys him, he can't find anyone hes physically attracted to and it causes him trouble, trouble he keeps to himself. But Blitz opened his eyes a bit seeing a masculine
figure like that beat the shit out of him, he actually thought it was slightly hot. Wonder what Blitz would think ha

If you have any questions or anythign just say!

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Fever stepped out of the nighclub, he'd just finished a performance a few minutes ago and was heavily drunk after around a truck load of bottles. His friends stayed inside whilst they were being flirted with the ladies of the club, Fever rolled his eyes at that and walked out. He opened his cigarette box, taking one out and lighting it. The colt leaned against the wall as he pondered what the night would turn to, most likely getting wasted and waking up with a random girl in his bed. Fever gave a sigh, letting an ash cloud leave his mouth, moving a hand to his face and rubbing his hair back in frustration. Sure loads of colts would love the idea of having the girls when he wanted them, but Fever didn’t like it as much, it felt. unusual for him, he’d end up looking to all the males and checking them out instead but of course that never meant anything. Right?

All of a sudden he was brought out of his thoughts as something hard hit him with blunt force in his nose, causing him to fall back, hitting the dirtied stone ground with a grunt. His muzzle was inflamed as he felt blood rush down it, he instinctively put his arm up to his nose, rubbing off some blood though it kept flowing from the sudden pressure. He looked up, growling and seeing a reddish pony, their hair up in a ponytail as they wore a strict sport outfit. His eyes softened for a moment but he was still pissed.

The pony spoke with a stern voice “The fuck did you say about my brother asshat?” they glared down at him, head held high. What Fever hadn’t realised is that this person was a gal. The mention of the persons brother didn’t bring any thought to mind as he frowned again, sitting up.

“What are you talking ‘bout” he rubbed his head sorely as the pony scoffed.

“Fog Frost, asshat. I got told what you said earlier before you’re shit excuse of a gig” Blitz had attended the night with Whiplash as a night of celebration for her latest race. Fever recalled the comment and groaned.

“that all? You hit me for ‘at?” he sounded irritated though the new comer did intrigue him.

“Well can’t have you shit talking my brother, specially when its shit themselves.” Fever growled, getting up and pointing his finger at her, the bleeding had stopped but kept in his fur.

“Now see he-“ He was interrupted by the pony, grabbing his arm, flipping him around and pressing it against his own back, he felt his arm ache and groaned, shutting his eyes in pain. Needless to say Blitz was very good at self-defence.

“Don’t act like you’ve got an advantage, you got what you deserved anyway, just don’t talk shit again and we won’t have a problem.” She had her head leaned close to his flattened ear before pushing him forward and away from herself as Fever grabbed his own arm, rubbing his wrist around it and looking at Blitz as she began to walk away. What the fuck just happened?

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Random idea about Fever minding his own business and getting whammied from nowhere. And plot twist, Blitz actually cares for her baby bro, despite how much they fight she hates when other people belittle him since he is just trying his best to impress others. Also with this, Fever migth have a wee crush on this random person, he doesn't actually know the gender of Blitz yet since she is pretty masculine looking, to some points and could fool most people. The band and Fever himself are 'players' I guess you could say.

Fever usually only has one night stands and thats all, he looks for satisfaction but never finds it and it annoys him, he can't find anyone hes physically attracted to and it causes him trouble, trouble he keeps to himself. But Blitz opened his eyes a bit seeing a masculine
figure like that beat the shit out of him, he actually thought it was slightly hot. Wonder what Blitz would think ha

If you have any questions or anythign just say!

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