(Canterlot High)
2:39 PM
Today it’s somehow a free day, and five friends are off to hang out together. These were Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, Babs Seed and Silver Spoon. School was suspended on account of an accidental fire was aroused during a class that spread along the classrooms.
Silver Spoon was eating a hotdog while the rest walks along. As she takes small bites, she somehow dropped it my accident.
In a burst of speed, Scootaloo slides her hand under the falling stick of hotdog to catch it. Unfortunately, the pointed end of the stick impaled her hand. In reaction, she tossed it up as she grips her hand in pain. The stick was airborne again as Applebloom, this time, tried to catch it.
But… it happened to her as well, as the pointed end of the stick stabbed the palm of her hand making her toss the hotdog straight up as well.
With two down in the front, Babs too saw it about to fall and rushes forward and slides in front to intercept the stick of hotdog, slapping it back to her friends, preventing it to reach the dirty pavement. But didn’t actually think of its trajectory and instead heads towards a bystander.
And by bystander, I mean Diamond Tiara, who happens to cross the road from the other side to supposedly meet up with the five. The hotdog slapped across her face without warning and got ricochet off of her. Surprised and slightly in pain, she screams as the hotdog flew right into another bystander and slipped into the back of her neck. It was Roseluck.
Roseluck cringed at the feeling of something moist and soft that suddenly dipped its way into her shirt. “Ew! A bug!” She screams and tries to get it off. Fortunately, she managed to grab the thing and gave it a hard toss, unknowingly it’s just a stick of hotdog. With force like of a baseball player, she threw it back with the pointy end of the stick towards the five.
The stick flew like a deadly projectile and hits Sweetie Belle straight to her chest as she cringed in pain by the sudden impalement. Of course the stick didn’t went inside her, as it just bounced off of her blouse and finally fell on the ground with the half eaten hotdog still intact.
Apple Bloom, Babs Seed and Scootaloo looked and gasped at it. Failing to protect her food from being wasted, while Sweetie Belle hunched down and grips her entire body from the sudden pain caused by the stick. She wasn’t bleeding or anything though. But still, the food was wasted.
Silver Spoon sighs and frowned, picks it up and said…. “Whatever…” and starts eating it anyway.
The three who tried to save it, gave a funny look at her and said in their minds, “We went through all that for nothing!”
“We should have let it fall…”
3:50 PM.
It was about four o’ clock, and three teenage boys were bored and got nothing to do after a day of exams. These boys were Shining Armor, Braeburn and Flash Sentry.
Two of them decided to go to Shining Armor’s house, since it was closer to the school. There the latter played games for several minutes, when Flash Sentry suddenly asked something out of the blue. “Hey Brae…” He started. “On the math exam, what did you put for number four?”
“Does comparing answers even matter now?” Breaburn said in a bored tone kind of way.
“Go home already, you guys!” Shining Armor yelled out. “You’re always hanging around my house. Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“Don’t yell, Shine. We’ve got time to kill after out final period exams, so whatever.” Flash Sentry replied to him as he puts down his game controller and stood up to pick his bag off the floor. “Fine, I’ll leave then.” He said then heads for the door.
“Jeez.” Shining Armor then lay down on the floor to relax. Just as Flash was about to open the door, he stops for a few moments, then spoke. “Hey, Shine. I was just wondering… what do you think of skirts?”
Braeburn, who was reading something, closed the book and said, “Let’s not even go there, man. First of all-”
“Don’t start an argument now!” Shining Armor intercepted their brooding debate. “Go home already!”
“But it’s just a roll of cloth around your waist!” Flash said, making a gesture of wearing it.
“It doesn’t hide anything, I suppose.” Breaburn speculated.
“No, no… it’s a splendid piece of clothing that’s been around since the Middle Ages!” Shining Armor said, lecturing them about it all of a sudden. But to no avail.
“Even so, you walk around with your underwear exposed! I could never do that!” Flash reasoned, trying to cover his lower body with his shirt like he’s privates really was exposed.
“It leaves you defenseless, and it’s shameful!” Braeburn said, doing the exact gesture as Flash is doing.
“Calm down.” Shining Armor said, looking at the two fools making a scene.
Breaburn stood up from his demeaning state and turns to Shining Armor. “Hey, bro…” He started, as if hesitating to say something to him, but did it anyway. “Can we borrow your sister’s skirts?”
“Wh-What!?” Shining Armors eyes pops wide. “Of course you can’t!”
“I found it.” Flash said, holding three pairs of skirts in his arm like a towel from a waiter would.
Upon seeing those, Shining Armor’s jaw drops. “She’ll kill you!”
“And something else, too!” Flash claims and tosses the skits to the air. Raised both hands, and slams them shut as the skirts dropped to the floor. But wait… as he opens his palms, a pink cloth sprung out of it… It was a panty!
“You’ve done your training!” Breaburn yelled in excitement.
“That’s my little sister’s underwear, dude!” Shining Armor panicked.
“Rest assured. It’s tit for tat.” Flash grins. “I left my underwear behind in its stead.”
At this point, Shining Armor doesn’t know whether to puke or to become annoyed… or both? “You’re such an idiot!”
“Alright, hurry and put it on.” He tossed one to Shining Armor.
“What, we’re gonna wear them!?” Shining Armor said in astonishment, and didn’t expect them to make him wear it. He watched the two put it on… but in the wrong place. They stuck their head into the two skirts, making it more into a muffler than clothing through the waist of a girl.
The two was dumbfounded on how to put on the skirts, which they apparently didn’t know. “Hey, aren’t we supposed to put these on from the bottom?”
“She’s really gonna get mad at me so cut it out!” Shining pleaded to the two.
Just as Flash was about to wear it right, he stops… and gasped. “Our leg hair!” he looks at Shining Armor who has one of the skirts on his shoulder. “What are we gonna do about our leg hair?”
“It doesn’t matter!” Flash called out in reply.
“Idiot! It’s fine to have leg hair!” Shining Armor protested.
“What?!” Breaburn looks at the two confused.
“What was that, you bastard?” Shining came at Flash who struggled with him.
“What’s your problem!” Flash finds himself at Shining’s grip about to throw down.
“Stop! Stop it!” Breaburn gets between the two. “It doesn’t even matter anymore, so just put them on already!”
“Did you really want to wear it that much, you pervert?” Shining yelled at Breaburn.
“Calm down! I’m just sick of trying to reply to this idiotic topic!”
After that short fused scuffle, the three had agreed to just get the debate over with, and wear them in separate rooms and show each other how they look after. “Well then, I’ll take this corner.” Shining Armor went to the adjacent room.
“I’ll be over here…” Flash went to the bathroom.
Which leaves Breaburn alone in the middle of the room. “W-wait! Are we seriously doing this?!”
“It was YOUR idea, nit wit.” Shining Armor snaps back, as he closes door to the adjacent room. With a sigh, Breaburn went outside the room to the hallway and got changed there.
After a few minutes of silence… “Did you put it on?” Breaburn asked the latter.
“Yeah.” Shining Armor’s voice said weakly.
“Somehow.” Replied Flash.
Shining came out first, then Flash… and finally Breaburn.
Which to Breaburn’s surprise, when the two DIDN’T actually wore the skirts, making him the only one who’s wearing them in the room. The two looked at Breaburn with a grin on their faces, nearly busting a gut.
Breaburn, slowly catch up to what just happened and glowed red with embarrassment, and without a word, he grabs the office chair that was near him and brandishes wildly at the two traitors of a friend he had. “DIE!!!” He yelled. But of course, he didn’t manage to him any of them, and just gave up, tossing the chair down somewhere on the floor and kneels down in defeat. “L-Let’s just go home already!”
The two, who looked at Breaburn curiously, checks out his outfit. “It suits you pretty well.” Flash commented. “Couldn’t you earn money doing this?”
“Yeah, if you’re abroad. But we’re in Canterlot.” Shining disagreed.
“Well, not like that at least.” Flash said, while looking at the shy-stricken sucker.
“Really?” Breaburn looked at the two, curious at the legibility of what they said.
“it looks good, really.” Flash nodded in agreement.
“N-no way.” Breaburn said now with a smug look on his face.
“I’m not kidding, you look really good! Have more confidence.” Flash insisted, making Shining Armor nearly laugh as he effortlessly hid it from Breaburn.
In that same moment. Twilight, Shining Armor’s sister, just got home from school after her several activities had been done went toward her room when she hears her brother and his friends voices echoing through the hallway.
Breaburn poses for them, trying to look adorable like of a high school girl. “That’s it!” Flash yelled in glee. “That’s great, Breaburn! You not only agreed to this, but your personality too!” Flash continued, as Shining Armor whistles in the background.
“What happened to your testosterone? Let’s turn it up a notch!” Flash suggested.
Curious, Twilight stopped by her brothers door and opens it without any warning… and finds that her clothes…
…and underwear…
Are being played by Shining Armor and his friends…
And was caught red handed wearing her bra… and Flash holding up her panties.
The three stared at the figure at the doorway for a few minutes before realizing who it was… and released the most ghastly of screams they could muster and the faces of horror they could conjure up from the pits of hell.
Twilight’s expression became dim, and slowly walks over the three… “What’s wrong? Don’t stop now…” She said in a monotone voice. Devoid of any signs of neither surprise, nor anger… probably worst.
“S-Sorry!” the three managed to blurt out.
The last thing they heard was a loud “CLANG!” before they blacked out… only to find the next day naked outside the street, and was gawked at by pedestrians.