The Sound of Things to Come

 25/25

All my Pink n Prissy caps are now on my index page.

So that's all for this batch. I hope you enjoyed them. I wrote the prologue for the next batch of 25 yesterday and I have the rest pretty much planned out. When I start posting them will very much depend on how much progress I make but also on my travel plans. Right now, I am supposed to be away for most of December and some of February bur who knows what will happen to those plans... I think I will try moving to a caption every two days, perhaps starting in January, as it will give me more to work on new captions while I am posting finished ones and reduce the time between seasons. Until then, stay safe and I will see you soon.

-Zoli-

“To high-school,” Josie raised the nearly-empty vodka bottle in a toast, “the best and worst days of our lives.” She finished the drink and retrieved a flask from inside her coat. Her fellow Fairweather Community College students; Terri, Cassie and Charlotte, snuggled against her on the bench against the winter evening chill of the local park.

“Me, first,” Charlotte snatched the flask from her friend and the four girls that had once struck terror into the hearts of the boys at their school as the Pink 'n' Prissy Collective stared with icy longing at the alcoholic prize.

“Don't you think you should let our guests go first?” Josie winked slyly and nodded at the four boys that completed their circle. Tom, Carl, Sam and Timothy went to the school the girls had ruled just three years previous and were thrilled to be sharing drinks with four college babes in spite of the frosty weather. Charlotte handed Tom the flask. He took a large swig and passed it around the circle until all four boys had sampled the hooch. “Now, where were we?” Josie nodded at Timothy, who now had the flask. “You! Maybe you would like to make a toast?”

Timothy opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. The other boys smirked yet as they tried to laugh, they too were silent. The girls grinned widely and looked at Josie with admiration as their male counterparts' faces gradually faded from amusement to panic.

“I am guessing you're wondering why you can't speak?” Josie wrinkled her nose coyly. “I will give you a clue”. She shook the flask. “Not vodka. It's actually a concoction brewed up by our resident genius, Terri, that freezes the vocal chords and makes it completely impossible to speak. Don't worry, it's otherwise harmless and looky here,” she held up four glass vials, “I have the antidote.” The boys reached forward despairingly but she smiled and returned the tubes to her pocket. “If you want these, you will have to earn them.” She handed each boy a card. “If you ever want to hear your own voice again, you're going to each have to complete a unique challenge...a very girly unique challenge, especially tailored to the preferences of one of us Pink 'n' Prissy members.” Three of the boys were looking at each other in horror but Tom appeared to be rolling his eyes. “Just in case you think we're kidding...” Josie stood and led the group towards the swings.

It was dark in the park and their destination wasn't obvious until they were right on top of it, or rather him. One of the boys' classmates had been stuffed into a sailorsuit and panties and tied with his rear in the air over one of the swings. Cassie ran over and gave him a hard swat on his exposed ass cheek. With the boys watching dumbfounded, Josie released him and made him stand before Tom, Carl, Sam and Timothy. They quickly realised he too was mute. Josie reached into her pocket again and handed him one of the vials. He downed it and ran off into the night.

“Oh dear, now there are only three left,” she covered her mouth in mock regret. “That ought to motivate you to go all out because whoever doesn't isn't getting their voice back. Now off you go...next time I see you, you will be looking very different...but sounding exactly the same.” The girls watched the boys saunter off with glee and Josie raised the flask above her head. “High school. The best and worst days of our lives. The best of ours...the worst of theirs...”