"CUZZZZ—babyyyyyyyy whennnn I hearrrrrd youuuuu..."
Flash Sentry gropes his chest while undulating up and down like some sexy bipedal worm goddess under spectral theatre lights.
"Forrrrrr the first time I knewwwwww..."
He spins around and waves his ass before slapping it to the beat, all the while kissing the microphone.
"Weeeee werrrrre meant tooooo beeee as—"
Rainbow Dash bobbed up and down in her school bus seat, grinning at the video playing on repeat across the screen of her Android phone. Fleetfoot and Spitfire looked over her shoulder, slumped and dumbfounded in their ROTC uniforms.
"Hahahahaha—holy horse tits!" Spitfire rasped.
"Is this for real?!"
"Heck yeah, it is!" Rainbow smirked a proud crescent moon. Cars and trees blurred past the bus windows as the three femmes hunched closer together to watch the ultra-femme display. "I just can't stop friggin' watching it! Always puts me in a good mood!"
"How the Hell does he fit into those shorts?!" Spitfire exclaimed. "That's awesome!"
"Magic, dudes." Rainbow Dash spread two fingers across the screen to zoom in. "Pure. Flippin'. Magic."
"Hey!" Spitfire barked. "You got some tape on my tuck!"
"You got some tuck on my tape!" Fleetfoot completed.
"But they're both so good!"
Both girls giggled and high-fived each other before grinning once again at the video.
"Hey, talk about a negative A-Cup!" Rainbow raised her hand. "Heh-heh! Yeah???" Nothing, and she lowered her wrist with a melodic sigh. "Alright."