>be the one and only Rainbow Dash
>tonight's the big game
>after yesterday, Fluttershy's been too ashamed to show up
>But you try not to let that bother you during the game, as it was the biggest game of the year
>the opponents play tough, but you're tougher
>strangely, you have to tug your shorts up a little more than usual
>the elastic must be worn out
>but nonetheless
>it's the final minute, and you're running to the opponents goal with the ball
>suddenly, a breeze makes itself present
>but you've got too much at stake
>you shoot the ball at the goal
>it goes in
>Canterlot wins
>you start cheering, until you hear laughter coming from the stands
>yeah, losing like that must be pretty embarrassing to the other team
>then you see your shorts on the other side of the field
>and how the entire stadium can see your lucky, school-colored undies
>you lost your shorts
>they aren't laughing with you, they're laughing at you
>your shirt's too tight to cover your panties, and if you run, it'll only attract more attention than you want
>you feel your face burning red with embarrassment
>so maybe this game didn't turn out so great after all
>>24931413
NICE MOVES, RAINBOW DARSH!
>>24931413
You cling to the pure tannical views of the masses, proving just how inferior you are! But I won't be ashamed, if it means I can fulfill my ambitions, I will bare my breasts for all to see! I will do whatever it takes! For I know that my actions are utterly pure!
>rape
why did you make another one
theres already a thread with hardly any posts
>>24932611
That one died just at 43 posts as I was about to bump it.
If it happens again, I guess we won't make another.
So is this thread really about wardrobe?
>>24933385
>a magical wardrobe appears behind various doors in CHS
>Classrooms, bathrooms, hallways, even locker doors.
>It always pulls in only one student
>Spits them out in an entirely different (possibly unwelcome) style
>Then it vanishes.
>It's impossible to predict where it will go next.
I wish.
>>24933274
>>24932611
Another one was made for that girl to focus on specifically
The other one was left along for the green's sake
>>24931413
And so, the beginning of the legend of Rainbow Flash was born.
>>24931413
I'd love to see that butt blushing in the middle of the field.
Bump for this guy
I'm hoping for the shy one and anon from This Guy
>>24937362
Pretty much this. Come back to us pls, I need to know if Anon lives.
http://pastebin.com/WMC8N5ue
>Wounded and beaten you manage to walk a couple of blocks
>Before accidentally treading on one of your undone shoe laces
>Making you stumble and collapse onto one knee
>Rain fall only seems to be getting harder the longer you are in it
>The light shirt you did wear now feels like a chain-mail vest pulling you down
>Resting for another moment in the down pour, you manage to tie the tripping lace back into a knot
>From behind, you pick up the sound of tire tread on the wet road
>Headlights beam onto you, your shadow stretching into a hunched giant beside you
>As you hear the car slowly mount the pavement you turn your head to see why
>You recognise the car, its black sleek design pulls up beside you
>Its engine still runs as you stare at the trickles of water rushing off it
>Hearing a low click from the door it swings open
>A figure sets a black cuban heel foot down
>Rising from behind the door and a deep smoky voice calls your name with concern
>"Anon?"
>Standing back onto your feet, you realise that this may be good or worse
>You can't decide, and you can't help how brittle your voice sounds
"...Hey Dad"
>He treads fast to you with worry in his eyes
>"Christ Anon, what happened?! Wait, never mind, you can explain when we get you home"
>Carefully he places an arm round you and throws your arm over the back of his neck
>Helping you to the passenger door he gets you inside the car safe and secure then runs round to get back into the drivers seat
>The warmth of the car helps ease you a bit as you sink into the upholstered seat despite wearing your sodden clothes that cling to you
>Your father drives off the pavement and back onto the road
>He's silent for a moment focusing on driving but his long face shows he's inner conflict
>"What happened?"
>Dad's not asking, he's demanding to know from the tone of his voice
>You're not even sure where to begin
>"Anon?"
>He obviously cares, but there's anger in him
>It scares you
>>24938278
>Hard rain hits the wind shield window of the car as you remain silent
>Your eyes follow the wipers as they go back and forth
>"Anon"
>Impatience is starting to seep into his voice
>His hands squeeze the wheel tighter before he loosens them with a sigh
>"Okay kiddo. If you don't wanna talk about it that's fine. But it's going to be a lot better if you have me on your side when we get in, no doubt your mother is going to go ballistic when she sees you."
>A pretty solid point
>"So you can either tell me, or your mother, but either way. We're going to talk about this"
>Resting your eyes closed you take a deep painful breath and explain what happened today
>He keeps his stern eyes on the road but listens to every detail
>Finishing just as the car pulls up onto the drive of your home
>Turning the engine off but keeping the heater going as he undoes his seat belt and shifts to look at you
>His face not showing what he's thinking
>Its always been hard to get a read on Dad
>"So, you helped this girl out, and now your trying to launch an investigation?"
"Pretty much..."
>He sits back into his seat, his large hand wipes down his face
>"You like this girl?"
>Only his head moves to look at you this time, his brow furrowed up with question
"I dunno...maybe. A little?"
>Both of you sit in silence, rain pelting the car from the outside
>"You shouldn't go around picking fights, Anon."
"But they--"
>"It doesn't matter what they did or you think, you can't open palm someone in the throat and expect everything to be fine afterwards. You are not a thug and you are definitely not a in a position of authority to go around giving orders. You are not an officer of the law"
"I was just doing what you might of done!"
>"I'm not a officer anymore!"
>Another awkward silence fills the cabin again
>"Anon, I know you want to do good and help these girls out. But its not your problem. The rumours will eventually stop and everything will go back to normal"
"...No, it won't"
>>24938429
>Glancing outside the passenger window, the wind and the rain mix to hit with heavier waves of pressure against the outside world
>"Anon...You're not like your br--...You're a good kid, Anon. I know you are. But my days on the force have ended. And to tell the truth, I couldn't be happier. I don't have to worry if my next raid would be my last. Or if I would leave behind a wife and son's on their own with only memories."
"What memories? I barely ever saw you, you were always working. When we needed you, when I needed you, you were never around"
>A flash of anger glints in his eyes before he lets another sigh out again and recedes back into his calm talk
>"You're right. But when I was working I was making sure thugs and criminals were behind bars and you, your brother and your mother were safe. But now I'm around more and now I'm telling you. Stop making other peoples problems your concern."
>A vibration buzzes in your pocket
>Pulling your phone out you unlock it and read a text
>[Hey Anon, its Sunset. Did you get home alright? xxx]
>Holding the phone in your hand you stare at the message.
>Before placing it on your lap with a wet slap
"They're not just random people, they are my friends"
>Dad presses his head against the headrest and wipes his face again
>A defeated breath passes through his mouth
>"C'mon kiddo... lets go inside"
>When you enter your home Dad sends you into the front room
>He brings back a towel and your mother
>Mom rushes to you when she sees your bruised face panicked to know what happened
>Dad manages to calm her down and explain everything
>Talks of pulling you out of Canterlot High are brought up and whether to phone Principal Celestia about everything that's taking place at the school
>Somehow you manage to talk your way out of these options
>Making sure your parents agree with your decision to continue attending the school
>With the talk slowly dying down, you go take a shower, eat and retreat to your room
>>24938429
OH SHIT HE'S BACK
welcome m8
>>24938633
>Safely in your room you pick your phone up again and text back
[Yeah. See you tomorrow.]
Taking a lunch break back in a bit
>>24938649
>Sleep evades you tonight
>You toss and turn trying to find a comfortable position
>But no matter what side you lay on, you find a new bruise complain as you rest on them.
>Exhaustion overcomes the pain as you close your heavy eyelids and let sleep take you
>Black
>No dreams tonight
>...
>Eyelids unsteadily open
>Sitting up in your bed groggy, you feel worse than when you went to sleep
>Dawn cracks through your curtains
>Reaching over to your phone you check the time
>6:57
>There's also another message
>Opening it, it is another text from Shimmer from sometime when you must have been asleep
>[Good good, me and the girls have been chatting and think meeting at school tomorrow at 8:15 should give us enough time to go over what we need to do. See you tomorrow :) xxx]
>School starts at 8:30 and you're already up before your alarm
>You go to the bathroom to begin your morning routine
>Deciding last night to sleep in the buff, when you see yourself in the mirror again you are covered in dark bruises
>Tiny scratch have scabbed over in a reddish brown or have healed
>Raising an arm in the air you examine your ribcage
>Dark prints of where you were kicked show a yellowish circle around them
>On your face where you were hit a purplish crescent has been created on your cheek bone along with a few bruises on your temple
>The kick Dash gave you has turned yellowish from when it was that blueish purple colour
>From your experience with pain you know that a yellow bruise is already close to healing fully
>While the darker ones signify they need more time to heal
>With all the beatings you've taken in the past, your body seems to be more adapted for coping with healing multiple attacks
>But you still look like a mess
>Other students are defiantly going notice and start talking about you when you go in
>Its a good thing you kept your old dark forest green hoodie from back when you attend that lower circle of hell school
>>24931550Nicely placed reference.
>>24939098
Bump
Don't leave us hanging.
I wish public humiliation didn't turn me on.
>>24939098
I like this.
>>24939098
>After washing, brushing your teeth you shrug into a long sleeve shirt with black sleeves and a white body and slip into some blue jeans along with your dark green hoodie
>Wandering down the carpeted stairs you make your way through the halls and enter the modern kitchen
>On the sink counter is a brown paper bagged lunch ready and prepared for you
>Fixing yourself some breakfast you eat then grab the bag and leave for Canterlot High, throwing a backpack over your shoulder
>When you step outside the air has a mist to it and petrichor pleasantly emanates around you
>While the light of the sun spills over the roofs of your neighbouring houses
>A new day and with it
>New challenges to face
>Flipping your hood over your head to conceal your battle worn face and zipping it up to fend off the chill
>Walking to school only takes you about 15 minutes and you already left home at 7:30, when your alarm would usually go off
>Arriving with all the other keen bean students, you wait under the shadow of the Canterlot High Wonder Colts statue
>Seems as good spot as any for a meeting point
>But it always feels strange around the white stone statue
>Some weird shit has happened around this statue, there feels to be some sort of charge in the air surrounding it which makes your skin goose pimply
>Or at least that's what you've heard
>You've not seen any magical rainbow blasts, she-demons or sirens since coming here.
>To be honest
>It might be better that way
>Being blasted by a colourful rainbow is not on your agenda
>Minutes tick by as you watch eager students enter the wide doors into the school building
>Fresh dew drops from the previous nights rain glisten and shimmer on the grass as the haze of the morning lifts
>Looking at the clock on your phone it reads 8:09
>Shouldn't be long until you start seeing familiar faces
>"Anon? is that you?"
>From under the cover of your hood you hear a soft-spoken voice
>Fluttershy is the first of the troupe to arrive
this gud
>>24940898
damn nigga he beat to shit
>>24940898
>When you peer up from under your hood she peers in.
>Cautious but curious to see the identity of the stranger
>She's wearing her usual ensemble and a new skirt that looks just like the old one she wore before, with the same butterflies that appear to flutter on the fabric
>A bright yellow backpack strapped to her back and a stack of flyers carried in her arms
>Pulling on the top of your hood to ensure she doesn't see the bruises, you answer in an all be it tired but tender voice
"Yeah, its me Shy"
>Acting a lot more confident than yesterday, she approaches closer adjusting her white and green butterfly hair clip in her pink swirling locks
>"O-oh good, I was hoping to see you today. We were going to meet anyway, but I'm glad I ran into you first"
>Swinging her backpack round she undoes the zipper on her bag with one hand and reaches inside, pulling out a sandy coloured cardigan
>Her voice sweetly carries to your ears with the same tone as her namesake and a coy smile
>"I washed it for you"
>In her hand she holds your cardigan, all folded neatly and presented to you fresh and clean as she said
>When you reach to take the sweet gesture you notice your hands still look noticeable raw with new scabs forming on your knuckles
>Withdrawing them back into the pouches of your hoodie
>Fluttershy has an anxious expression, her brow furrowed with a few lines on her forehead and biting her lower lip
>"I-Is something wrong?"
>A brittle wobble in her throat
>Formulating some remedy to answer for your reluctances to take back your cardigan you think of an excuse
"No, Shy. I, I just don't need it right now. I've got my hoodie, see? How's about you keep hold of it for me a bit longer?"
>Uneasily she retracts her arm a little
>"R-really?"
"Sure, I mean it feels like it might be cold again today. So you might as well hold it for me. Plus, if anything happens to your skirt again, you can always use the same trick as before"
>>24941724
Smooth
>>24941724
>A smile wriggles across her lips and her cheeks reddened
>"Okay.Thanks, Anon..."
"Don't mention it"
>The last person you want to see you in this state is Fluttershy
>Who knows what kind of look she'd give you
>Hopefully not one of contempt, but being the timid girl she is, she'd probably not even want to come near you.
>You, looking as neat as a Joan Mitchell painting
>"Could you hold these for a second?"
"Er, sure"
>Handing over the stack of flyers you read the top of the pile while she lets the cardigan unfold and slides her lithe arms into it
"You need volunteers for the animal shelter?"
>Rolling the oversized sleeves up, she threads her arms through the straps of her backpack and takes the flyers off your hands
>"mm-hm, we're always looking for people to help at the shelter"
>Taking a piece of paper of the top, she holds it out to you
>"Would you like to? You don't have to if you don't want to. It is on the weekend, so I understand if you have plans already"
>Plans?
>What plans?
>You were going to do what you always did on the weekends, train in the mornings, finish any homework then do nothing but waste time on the internet
>It'll be a nice change of pace to go to the animal shelter
>And if you can get in Fluttershy's good books, it might be worth it
"I don't have anything planned, I'll volunteer"
>Her cyan eyes light up with a wider smile
>"Oh that's wonderful!, it would help out so much. It can get a little overwhelming on my own"
>Under your hood, a gentle smile emerges on your face
>A warm sensation spreads from you heart, through your body
>Aches and pains of yesterday, forgotten for a moment
>Its nice to see her acting a little more confident, especially around you, of all people
>Her stammer is all but gone when she speaks to you
>Maybe, now would be a good time to ask her
"Would you, wanna go somewhere afterwards?"
>>24942619
>Turning a deeper shade of red, that stammer comes back all to fast
>"M-me?! Y-you'd want to g-go somewhere w-with me?! L-like a-a--"
>Looking down into the corner of her eyes they then dart about in her head whilst her she appears to shake
>Thinking on an answer
>Shit, you're not thinking.
>Warm fuzzy feels blocked your capacity to think logically
>This isn't what you should be doing
>You need to return to the background after you've helped her, not ask her out
>If she sees you banged up, you might as well call it quits now anyway
>She's too sweet to get mixed up with someone like you
"We don't have to, if you don't want"
>Clearing her throat she tries to talk
>"Well i-if yo--"
>"HEY GUYS!"
>Boisterously shouting to you, Rainbow Dash energetically races across the grass to where you and Fluttershy are
>Kicking up droplets of rain water off the grass in her wake
>Skidding next to you both
>RD:"Yo! Good to see you guys made it on time too, I'm guessing you're Anon under that hood, right?"
>Slightly disappointed that Dash interrupted what Fluttershy was going to say you confirm
"Yep, its me"
>Shy seems too nervous now to finish what she was saying, and with her usual quite and tender voice greets the blue speed machine
>FS:"Good morning Rainbow Dash"
>RD: Mornin'. I think the others should be arriving soon"
>And as if by divine providence her prediction becomes truth
>R:"Good morning darlings"
>Rarity elegantly walks along side with Applejack, Sunset and Pinkie Pie
>Greeting each other with cheerfully
>How anyone can be cheerful at this time in the morning goes beyond your grasp
>SS:"Good, it looks like we're all here, so what's our next move Anon?...Aaand what's up with the hood?"
>Without even thinking you immediately come up with an excuse
"I have a head cold..."
>AJ:" Didja' git cot in tha rain last night, Anon?
"Something like that"
>R:" I'm sorry to hear that darling, would you like some medicine?"
>Rarity dips a hand into her bag
And that's all for today Anons.
I'll see ya tomorrow. Till then.
>>24940467
Why?
>>24943361
>And that's all for today Anons.
aww
Bu mms p
Anyone else find it oddly fitting that the thread that's supposedly dedicated to Rainbow Dash has only a Fluttershy story in it?
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Burp
>>24943361
I EXPECT MUCH MORE TOMORROW
>>24946260
The FS wardrobe malf thread died and the rarity one is older and has it's own greens.
>>24942619
This part is missing on the pastebin
Bamp
>>24948852
I hope not. This shit's too much for all the niggers who live in this shithole.
>>24943332
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_Z1ay1-MMA&index=12&list=PLyM-qNQgXtxEIQJqE5l22cr3KewsS0Lsg
"Its fine, I took something earlier"
>Ceasing rifling through her bag Rarity's big blue eyes convey her worry, her lips formed into a pout
>R:"Well if you're sure darling, we don't want you over doing it"
>They all seem to express the same feeling towards you
>Its touching knowing that they give a damn to your feint illness
"Thanks. But there's no need to worry. Besides, you're going to be the one we're relying on today"
>Perplexed Rarity places a delicate pale hand on her chest and cocks a thin eyebrow
>R:"Me, darling? Whatever for?"
"You've got a class with Snips and Snails right?"
>R:"Why, yes I do. I believe its science, first period"
"Okay, I need you to keep an eye on those two. If you see them with whatever is left of Fluttershy's other skirt try an charm it off them. If you see them talk with anyone unusual contact any of us immediately."
>With a flick of her purple hair she dons a boastful smile
>R:"I shan't let you down"
>Gesturing to Sunset with an open hand, you inform them of the rest of the plan
"Sunset is going to talk to them during lunch break, but only a few of us should be near by as backup, in case anything happens"
>Giving a nod to the rest of the group Sunset has that serious look on her face again
>Pinkie Pie shoots a raised hand in the air a happy determined smirk on her face
>PP:" I volunteer as tribute!"
>Having the party animal on watch might not be a bad idea
>She certainly knows how to surprise you, maybe she'll have more tricks up her sleeve
"Alright, I'll also be on stand by with Pinkie. The rest of you, same as yesterday. Keep Fluttershy out of trouble"
>AJ:"You can count on me"
>Rainbow gives a big grin and a thumbs up
>RD:" Got it"
>Fluttershy looks the happiest you've seen her in ages.
>FF: "Thank you everyone"
>A pink arm hovers in the centre of the group
>PP:" Hands in everyone!"
>>24951414
>Reluctantly, one by one, they place a hand in the centre.
>One on top of the other, with Fluttershy being the last
>An assortment of colourful arms contributed to the cause
>They all expectantly look at you
>Smiles on each of their faces
>Rolling your eyes under your hood with a small smirk you say
"Sure, why not"
>Pulling a sleeve over your raw knuckles to hide them and gentle placing your hand on top
>Glancing over at the shy girl, a tinge of blush surfaces on her cheeks with the corners of her lips turning upwards
>PP:"Gooooooo team Flutter Force!"
>Dipping the cluster of hands, they all lift off into the air
>You can't help but feel how embarrassingly cringey that was
>Despite your lack of enthusiasm though, the girls all laugh and giggle as they make a move to head inside the school
>Today was going to be tough
>But with some new allies
>You feel ready to take on anything or anyone
>As you tread up the steps and enter the school, the student body are all busily going about their mornings before home room starts
>Splitting off from the girls you find your way to your locker
>Retrieving everything you'll need for the day ahead
>Just as you are about to finish, a familiar stomp hits your ears
>Louder and louder they come closer and closer to you
>Standing up straight slowly, you close your locker door with a push
>You'd have hoped that this hoodie would have concealed you for a little while longer
>Max, towers right beside you, now sporting some new facial marks
>He's changed his shirt from the red speckled one you helped make
>Its not even first period and it looks like you're already going to have to fight
>Calmly, you ready yourself and face Max
>This time you'll remember not to skull bash him and to actual use what you know
"What do you want Max?"
>He looks almost as worse for wear as you
>A cut on his lip has freshly scabbed over and his chin, forehead and right eye are all matching with purple black shiners
>>24951414
>>24951414
>>24951703
IT IS TIME
>>24951703
>He takes a deep, long inhale
>Those stone hard eyes beating down on you with the same intensity when you last saw him
>"I'm not here to fight"
>Wrinkles form on your forehead
>Mute Max actually spoke, his voice gravelly and rough as sand paper
>You're more unsettled at how deep his voice is rather than his reason for being here
>Guess that's what smoking does for you
>"I came here to say, I'm sorry"
>Not letting your guard down, you question his motives
"Bit late for apologies isn't it? You were going to smack me with a brick. /And/ you nearly kicked me to death"
>Scratching at his hair, you spy dotted up his forearms more bruises.
>"I know, and I'm sorry. I was just doing what Alex told me to do"
>Sneering at that name you voice drips with venom
"And is this something Alex is getting you to do too? Making you apologies on his behalf? So I let down my guard and you jump me again?"
>"Nah man, I don't listen to that little jerk anymore. Alex is a prick, he went downhill a long time ago. I ain't cool with stealing girls pants and selling em. S'not right"
"Glad we can agree on something there"
>From his chest he gives a chortle with a pitch so low it reverberates through your body
>"But you, you're like on the straight and narrow, and you're hard as nail. Manage to beat the crap outta me. I was hoping we can put this shit behind us, start fresh?"
>Extending an open hand you eye his invitation with a wary, untrusting glare
>Smirking on one side of his face, he shrugs a shoulder
>"Its cool man, I'm not gonna rip your arm out ya socket. Too many people around anyway"
>Searching his eyes for a furtive intent you fail to see anything but honesty
>Clasping his hand its like placing your arm into a lions mouth
>He could very well pop your joint out of place but instead gives your hand a firm shake and releases
"Why'd you ever hang out with him anyway?"
>Giving the scar on his chin a stroke he looks up into the corner of his hard eyes
>>24951963
I'm more than content for this to turn into a story just about Anon and Max taking on the world.
>>24951963
>"Long story short. We were friends at a time. He did me a favour once, and never let me forget it. Now he can bite the curb as far as I'm concerned"
"Fair enough man"
>Its weird connecting with someone who you butted heads with, literally
>Knowing that problem of someone using you to get what they want
"Anyway, I've got a busy day ahead of me so, see ya around"
>Swinging your backpack over one shoulder you head in the direction of your home room
>Hearing that stomp tread behind you closely
>Stopping you turn to look over your shoulder
>Max is following in your footsteps
"...What're you doing?"
>"Following you"
"Why?"
>Dull features on his face contort as a struggle in his head becomes plain to see
>"I dunno.Its, kinda what I've always done"
"Max, I'm not Alex. You don't need to follow me like you're on a leash"
>Blankly he stares at you
>"...So what do I do?"
"Seriously?..."
>This would be the perfect moment for a tumble weed to roll by
>Both of you waiting for a reply from the other
>Instead you settle for a grey girl with blonde hair an wandering eyes to blow raspberries as she saunters by
>...This school is very strange
"Okay erm, why don't you wash that hair of yours first?"
>Running one of his hands through his black greasy hair, he inspects it then nods
>"Then?"
>One of your eyebrows spring upwards as you give the golem an incredulous look
"Maybe, apologies to Ash for beating him up too?"
>Nodding again he keeps asking
>"And then?"
"Fuck man! I don't know? Do whatever you want! I'm not Alex, you don't have to listen to me"
>Blinking at your bark, its like he's never heard those words before
>"Right...yeah! I can do what I want!"
>With some new revelation in mind he smiles and lumbers of in the other direction
Guys sorry but this is all for tonight. Work has called and asked me to do some shit tomorrow fucking stupid early.
I would have blown them off, if it wasn't for the fact I need money.
I'll try and give it another go tomorrow when I get back.But for now, till then.
>mfw work is a bitch
>>24952928
We'll be waiting. Dunno how many are left, but I know I'll be here until it's either done or dead and buried for good.
>>24952974
Do what you must Anons. I won't begrudge any of you if it does become buried and archived.
Thank you for sticking with me for so long.
I understand its been a difficult past few days, I know first hand what its like waiting on a writer to come back and add to his/her story.
Warms the flesh that sits in my chest cavity to know at least one Anon likes my green enough to bump.
>>24952974
>>24953082
Fuck, I just hopped on this ride
>>24952442
One more because you've been very patient
>Hoping Max doesn't cause more harm than good with his new found freedom
>You continue to your destination
>Attending home room you sit at the back again, hood still over your head, veiling your appearance
>A few stares and whispers from classmates, but nobody questions why your hood is up
>Not even your teacher
>Things are going alright
>Home room finishes with the register being done and a few bulletins about lunch and you make your way to first period class
>Another English lesson to start of the day off with Ms Harshwhinny
>Entering the class you swiftly target a seat at the back
>Gliding past Ms Harshwhinny, she sits at the teachers desk in front of the board, reading a novel
>"Anon"
>Freezing on the spot you can hardly believe it
>Ms Harshwhinny somehow can tell its you under the dark forest green hood without even raising her sights from her book
>"Would you kindly remove that hood while your in my class please?"
>Shit
>You don't want to stir a scene up by talking back, but neither do you want to reveal how battered your face is
"Sorry Ms Harshwhinny, but I'm not feeling too well today. I have a headache and the light seems to play it up"
>Placing a book mark in between the pages she closes it and raises her head
>"Anon, you're not a vampire. If you have a headache then go to the nurses office. But otherwise while you're in my class, I would like to see all my students faces"
>Some students that are already sitting down snicker
>Its never a good idea to get on her bad side
>You've kept a good rapport with Ms Harshwhinny, few students can say that
>Pissing her off is the last thing you want to do
>Checking in your usual solemn demeanour, you breath a submissive sigh
>Surrendering to her whim you lower the hood
>Students that were snicker now eye you with aghast at your face
>Keeping your visage in check you return to moving to your desired seat
>While the students begin whispering up a storm
>>24952442
>>24952928
I like Max.
>>24953404
SHIT NIGGER
YOU STOPPED AT THE BEST PART
>>24953404
The girls are definetely going to know now.
>>24953761
it was inevitable
>>24953761
*definitely
>>24953764
it is terrifying
Chump
Lump
Hump
Live
If you die on me, I swear I'll kill you.
If I don't lurk, who else will?
Seriously can anyone indicate that I'm not the only one watching.
I've been the last 7 bumps and I want to sleep
>>24958941
Get a move on watchman, I'm here to relieve you of your post
>>24942619
>Anon agrees to volunteer at animal shelter in order to get closer to fluttershy.
What do you know, kind of like every of eqg fluttershy fic.Not telling you to change it, just a heads up if you ever want to do something like this again.
page 9 bump
Bumpin
Morning bump
The bumps continue
bunp
>>24959840
Not much else you can do to get closer to her though is there?
She is pretty reserved and, surprise, shy. So building a bond with her or finding common ground would be challenging.
>>24963040
Could be something like regularly passing her down by some ponds/lakes on your travel route, and leading to befriending.
As long as it's well written, finding the right scenario isn't such an issue as good writing can make multiple situations work.
>>24953404
>Eyes trace over you from all directions
>Doing your best to hide the crescent shaped mark on your cheek with your hand, a heat washes over you
>You can feel yourself sweat as the whispers get louder
>This is not were you had planned
>Within hours, maybe even minutes, you will be the new subject of unwanted attention
>It was a going to be a struggle enough to halt the rumours around Fluttershy being some sort of exhibitionist
>Now this has fallen on your plate as well
>And who knows what kind of bullshit they will come up with that will follow you around like a bad smell
>As the bell to start class begins, Ms Harshwhinny glances up
>Her eyes briefly touch on you before turning her attention to pressing a piece of chalk to the board behind her
>It was too quick to notice anything, while the rest of the class are still talking amongst themselves in hushed voices
>"Enough"
>Agitated by the constant talking Ms Harshwhinny silences the classroom with a simple command
>"Anon"
>In a dead voice you answer
"Yes Ms Harshwhinny?"
>"You will stay after class"
>Christ.
>You've done what she wanted, and now you're the one in trouble?
"But I--"
>"Is that understood, Anon?"
>She's still not looking at you, busily writing on the board
>It would be best not to provoke her
>Through gritted teeth you try your best not to sound too annoyed
"Understood"
>Snickers from some girls in the class irritates your ear as you try to focus on learning instead
>Thankfully their laughter masks the vibrating sound of you phone in your pocket
>Ensuring Ms Harshwhinny does not notice you slide if out and glance at a text
>Its a new number you don't recognise
>[Just saw Snips with what looked like the skirt -Rarity]
>Rarity is doing her part efficiently
>Sunset must have dished out your number to the group
>Thoughtful planning ahead, if not a little unnerving
>Nevertheless you text back with one hand, your other writing in a textbook on the desk
[Good, get it]
>>24959840
>>24963084
If you want I could try something with that, I'm not sure how it will be received. But if other Anons want something different too, I can give it a go?
Btw
>>24954418
>>24955189
>>24956130
>>24956797
>>24957573
>>24958258
>>24958941
Goddamn man, if that was really all you, thank you. I don't know when you'll see this but you are one hell of a trooper.
>>24958980
And thanks for picking up the watch
>>24963134
It's going good as it is, but if it eventually gets back to Anon and Fluttershy it's probably a good idea not to re-use the shelter setting.
>>24963121
>Slipping your phone back into your pocket, a screwed up paper ball accurately lands on your textbook
>Following its point of trajectory
>Across a few desks from you
>A boy in a black jacket and a blue quiff on top of his head, has his arm casually over the back of his chair and looking directly at you
>He's in some of your other classes as well, Rash something or other
>A rocker or jock type of guy
>Not turning away when you meet his gaze
>He points to his pencil then the ball
>Putting two and two together you unravel the screwed up ball
>On the crinkled paper surface is a note that reads
>Hey man what happened to you?
>When you look back at him he shrugs his shoulders, his hands open, palms facing the ceiling
>Eyelids falling just half over your eyes, you write your own note
It doesn't matter
>Folding the paper into a tiny compressed square you wait for the opportune moment when everyone's heads are down, and fling it back at him
>Aiming it to hit him in the head, he reaches out a hand and catches it
>Not bad
>Without bothering to see his reaction, you return to writing
>When another paper ball missiles its way back onto your desk harmlessly hitting you hand you were writing with
>How very vexing
>Unravelling this note it reads
>Did you get into a fight?
>From under your brow you wearily glare up at him, whilst his mouth tightens to one side of his face
>He may look like he gives a crap
>But adding fuel to what could already be a dumpster fire in the making is not a good idea
>Plus, you hardly know who he is
>And whether he could be trusted not to fuck things up for you
>Resolving to write back one more time and not reply to any further paper missile notes, it simply says
Don't ask
>Folding it again and tossing it back over to him
>>24963170
I'm just sitting and having a re-think of scenarios I can change.
>>24963521
I sense that rumors of Anon being an abused minor arising.
>>24963778
No wait, that'd be stupid.
Maybe about how he got beat up by Dash? It was in the middle of a crowded hall.
>>24963521
>>Did you get into a fight?
>>From under your brow you wearily glare up at him, whilst his mouth tightens to one side of his face
kek
no shit
>>24963521
>The tenacious rocker ceases his fire of paper notes
>Out of respect for your wish to not be bothered or giving up
>Either way, its a relief to not have to secretively long shot messages across the room
>Class drily ticks by and it is soon time to head over to the next class
>Sweeping your stuff back into your bag, you stand to go and meet the English lecture at the front
>Ready and waiting to hear some kind of drivel about how if 'everything at home is okay?' she sits patiently in her chair reading her book
>Her usual sour demeanour firmly present on her face
>With the last of your classmates out, she lays the book down on his open pages and eyes your bruises
>"Do you mind telling me how you got those Anon?"
>Telling her you fell down the stairs might not do it with Ms Harshwhinny
"I fell down some concrete steps"
>You're a fucking genius, you idiot
>She scowls at you with an intensity like she's piercing right through you
>"Don't. Lie. To me. Anon E. Mousse."
>She stands and walks over to the door shutting it after checking to her left and right
>Then walking back to her chair, each click clack of her heels sends a jolt of tension through you
>"I know full well about your history Anon."
>Revelation strikes you like a hammer on an anvil
>Of course the staff would know why you were transferred here, they would most likely have had a meeting to discuss keeping an eye on you
>Sitting back in her chair she still looks at you with that x-ray vision
>"Have you been fighting in the school?"
"I haven't been fighting in the school, no"
>Well, you did a little bit, but what your wearing on your face was done outside of school grounds
>Propping her elbow on the desk and supporting her chin with her hand, she continues her cross-examine
>"Anon, this is serious. I won't tolerate bullies. And if you've been protecting yourself or causing the fights, I need to know."
>Her scowl deepens, a wrinkle forming in between her eyebrows
>>24963164
Second watchman here. Thanks for giving us something to look forward to.
>>24964206
Should just simply say 'you're not the only ones who know my history.'
Should answer her question.
>>24964206
>You didn't start the fight and actually tried to avoid and not participate? Well, I'm still going to punish you because it would be unfair for only one party to be punished.
My teacher and principle did this, I really hope this doesn't happen here.
Also I hate this matching pictures bullshit for captcha
>>24964206
>Standing firm against her harsh stare, you stick to your guns
>Tone and face expressionless
"I haven't been fighting"
>Her nostrils flare blowing some frustrated air
>"Look, the rest of the faculty will agree with me when I say you're a good student. You're quiet, you don't cause problems and you're grades are steadily improving better than we'd hoped"
>Removing her elbow from the desk she folds her arms at her chest
>"But if you have been getting involved with fighting or bullying, we will take action. Canterlot High has a strict policy when it comes to bullies. Do I make myself clear, Anon?"
>Unable to control the corners of your mouth, an anxious smile cracks on your face as you speak through your clenched teeth
"Crystal"
>"Good"
>She scratches something onto a piece of paper and hands it to you
>"Now hurry to your next class,if your teacher asks why you're late, give them that"
>Nodding you turn around and head for the door
>Seems your good rapport with Ms Harshwhinny was founded on a misconception
>She only cares if you're grades go up and you behave in class, staying out of the way
>Well...in for a penny
>Just before you exit into the halls, your body half in and out of the classroom
>You grab her attention as she is just about to go back to reading her book
"Ms Harshwhinny?"
>With an exasperated roll of her eyes she turns in her seat
>"Yes Anon"
>You recognise that book cover from the shelf at home, one of your mom's books
"Alejandro dies at the end"
>Her sour disposition drops to a flabbergasted one, as you flip your green hood back up onto your head
>Pivoting on your heel and sauntering off down the hallway
>A cruel smirk happily fixed on your face
>Vibrations in your jeans pocket turn your attention
>Tucking the note into your back pocket you retrieve your phone from your front
>>24964361
I'd rather match pictures than not have a captcha at all. I don't know how prevelant this problem is, but on mobile captchas may not even appear. This includes legacy captcha
>>24964749
>"Alejandro dies at the end"
I love this guy.
>>24964756
Yeah, it happens. It's the reason I never browse on mobile. Too many bugs.
I think I'm gonna call it here, I'll be back soon.
Till then
Whats that green & pastebin about? Ill check it out tomorrow when im bored in class but someone give me a quick summary pls
>>24965994
Former street thug Anon helps Fluttershy when her skirt gets ripped.
Someone else saw her without her skirt and spread rumors about her being an exhibitionist.
Anon tries to help cull the storm with the Main 6 so that he won't get his ass constantly kicked by people who thinks he spread the rumor.
>>24964749
>"Alejandro dies at the end"
kek
Bamps
>>24933447
Do you have a better version of that pic?
With a darker shade of blonde and normal skin color?
>>24931413
booping for more
bank
Morning Everyone. Hope everyone has at least a manageable day.
>>24964749
>[I honestly tried my best. But they wouldn't oblige. Sorry :( xxx]
>A minor set back
[You let us know they had it, Rarity. That's good enough. Thanks]
>Means you've got to get your hands dirty again. Not a problem
>If Sunset can't encourage them to give her the skirt that is
>Might be better if she can accomplish it rather than you going in
>Snips and Snails are being adamant about keeping hold of it though
>Rarity is supposed to have some pull at the school, with her looks alone its been said she could persuade anyone for anything
>If she can't get it off them with her charm, then 'Bill and Ben the done fucked up men' are probably being told to keep it by someone else
>Someone with more pull
>Or someone they don't want to get on the bad side of
>They could be keeping it for something else entirely, which could be plausible
>...Maybe they're just a couple of weirdos that like to keep hold of a girls things? When they can get their hands on stuff like that.
>Lost in thought you bump into that rocker again
>"Oof? Oh!, hey man, its you. I see you got the hood back up again"
>His tone is warm and friendly, but you don't know him that well to be that comfortable around him
"Mm-hm"
>You rumble from your throat, carrying back on track to your next class
>Picking up the same pace, he walks beside you
>"Hey, I'm sorry if I got on your nerves back there."
>Thinking on other matters, you respond with the simplest of acknowledgements
"Okay"
>"Its just, you know. You're kind of a recluse kinda guy. And the next day you come in with all of this going on"
>Gesturing to all of you, he continues to keep pace and talking
>"I gotta know man, what happened?"
>Now ignoring him you continue to tread, not fast but not slow either
>"Some people are saying that Rainbow Dash did this to you, is that what happened ?"
>Dash?
>"They saw her kick you, pin you against a locker and then you went into a classroom together, is that when she did all of this to you?"
>>24974432MORE
>>24974432
How does everyone else feel about Flash's sudden interest? Genuine or faked?
>>24974821
Seems a bit early to tell. I want to believe he's sincere, and Anon is suspicious due to his past.
>>24974821
>>24974852
Don't care, I wouldn't trust him either.
>>24974852
I personally feel that a bit of it is faked. Flash seems to have known for a while that Anon is reclusive, so why take a sudden interest now that he shows up with bruises on his face?
It seems like he's just fishing for gossip.
Then again, maybe it is just genuine concern.I can relate to this Anon, I always think someone has an ulterior motive when showing genuine concern
>>24974882
Tipthere usually is
>>24974432
>Those events from yesterday with Dash had completely slipped your memory
>Rash however, or whatever his name is, is becoming a nuisance
>Possessed by some kind of 'must-be-in-the-know' parasite, the feeling that he won't relent sets in
>Feeding him some spoon-fed bull should keep him off you
>But if you give off the wrong impression, it could have some ramifications
>Coming to a stop in the hall, he does the same along side you
>And using your best modulated voice you ask for his name politely
>With a small grin, he indulges your request
>"Flash, Flash Sentry. And you're Anon, right?"
"Yeah. Listen Flash, Dash did kick me, but everything else that happened to my face was my own fault"
>"Oh okay. I was gonna say, if Rainbow and you are having some sort of tiff I could talk to her for you. I'm pretty good friends with her, so she might listen to me if you need her off your back?"
>This is...unusual
>You're not familiar with this kind of helpfulness
>Especially from strangers, it's throwing you a little
"Erm right. Thanks, but I don't need you to do that Flash. We've...talked through the issues we had"
>"Issues?...Was it that stuff floating around about Fluttershy wandering the halls half naked?"
>Its a good thing your hood is concealing the upper half of your face, otherwise Flash would see your furrowed brow and eyes wide to his unexpected knowledge
>Flash seems to knows some shit, maybe too much
>And his sudden interest in a 'recluse kinda guy' like yourself is triggering alarm bells all around
>"You didn't /do/ anything did you?"
"Er no, it was about something else. But we sorted it out. We're cool now"
>From under your hood you can feel him heavily eyeing you
>"That's good man, I'm glad to hear it. I know Fluttershy a little too, and she doesn't seem the type to do that. So, how /did/ you get so beat up looking?"
"...I tripped and fell down some concrete steps..."
>He's really digging here.
>Why? is unclear
>For now
>>24975023
Alarms are blaring inside my mind right now.
I have a strange suspicion that Anon should watch his locker if he owns one.
>>24975023
>In your ears you can hear your heart rate picking up, thumping away in your battered head
>Measuring yourself up, you're taller than him, by just a few inches.
>Your eye level rests above his thick eyebrows
>Other students breeze by unassuming, as you and Flash stare each other down in the middle of the busy hallway
>Its not an obvious hard stare, both of you donning blank faces and neutral stances.
>Tension in the air though, is palpable
>Flash's hands are hidden inside his jacket's zip pockets out of sight
>Whether they've curled into fists or not is in question
>Starting a fight in the middle of the hallway however, just because he's getting a little too big for his boots, is not the way to go
>Not including the fact you've already brushed Ms Harshwhinny the wrong way looking like you do
>If you decide to tell Flash that you'll help him to find out what the inside of his ass looks like, after that talk with her. You can say goodbye to Canterlot High, right now.
>You've already got enough to deal with anyway, and to get in on time for class and trying to find a seat at the back is all sliding through your fingers
"While I know you can't stop gazing into my eyes, Flash. I've got to get a move on"
>Leerily his eyes squint
>"Yeah. Same. Try to watch where you step, Anon."
>An irritated twitch flickers under your right eye for an instant
>Its hard to tell, both of you with deadpan face
>But threats don't sit well with you
>Icy polite you confirm within him
"Thanks Flash. But I won't trip again, you can be sure of that..."
>Smirking on one side of his face his eyes stay fixed
>"Good to know. Catch ya later Anon"
"Yeah, see ya around"
>Without causing a scene you both walk away
>Everyone seems unwise to the stand off that took place
>You'll need to talk with he girls about him at some point
>If he really does know them and is on good terms with them
>Right now though
>You need to get to History class
This is all I've got in me tonight
Cheers for staying interested. There will be some scenes coming up a bit later on that I would hope you'll like.
But I don't want to spoil anything
What's your opinion on Flash? Can he be trusted?
Stay tuned
And see ya soon Anons
>>24975782
I know I wouldn't trust him.
>>24975782
we all know hesteals our waifu
who knows, he might help anon so he cansteal anon's waifu
God damn it Anons, I'm trying to be less cynical. I'm going to put a little trust in Flash. If I come out of it looking like a fool, so be it.
>>24975782
He's the white knight that Canterlot deserves, but not the one it needs right now.
Seriously though, Flash has no definitive proof that Anon is the one spreading rumors, so he should take his threats and fuck off.
Bumping for History class shenanigans
Page 9
Stay alive
Page 9, Bumpin' Fine
Whether or not Flash can be trusted is still in question but now TWO people have assumed Anon is a piece of shit just from hearing rumors about him and his history.
Harshwhinny knew full well his history so she had a little more fact to go on but still misjudged him. This Anon might have trouble escaping the "Don't get involved with others, it isn't worth the trouble." mindset after all this shit. All he did was try to help someone and this is what happens.
Bumpin
Page nein
Bump
Two hours since last post? No can do
Bampity
How about another bump
Bam
Bapming
BBBBBUMP
BUMPAN
Hm. Writefag would have posted something by now.
Hope he's alright.
>>24986863
Might just be planning the story out, it can be a lot harder than you think. I've tried my hand at various creative mediums. I'm decent with music, terrible with drawing, and alright at writing. I have trouble with pacing and direction mostly.
>>24986863
HE'S FUCKING DEAD
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBR2G-iI3-I
Does anyone has that pastebin story in which Principal Celestia has to walk through some neighbour yards to get to her house while she loses her clothes?
>>24988436
I would if I could, but pastebin is dead at the moment.
Fortunately for you, there is a screencap of it.
>>24988571
Nice, thanks anon.
>>24987142
I'm not dead yet, but through a 16 hour shift day. I might as well be.
I will write tomorrow, day off. Now though, sleep is required.
Apologies, I would have tried to post something sooner but you know.Shit was sprung on me.
See you soon Anons
>>24988634
No worries. Love u long time <3
>>24988571
Shit I forgot to mention. There was another version I think where Celestia finds Anon walking down the street and she begs him to get her clothes, which Anon asks for sex after that.
>>24988666
I think that was just a suggestion in a previous thread anon, although you're welcome to search through the archive for it. It should be in the same thread as that story.
>>24988690
>throught the archive
>archive
Anon...
>>24988722
Yes?
>>24988740
Were have you been for the past days?
>>24988722
What? It's not-
...oh. Is that the second archive we've lost inside a year now?
>>24988756
In Wonderland, silly.
While we're on the subject of Celestia, anyone remember that green where Anon was an abused child an stayed at the Principle's place?
>>24988782
green?
>>24989020
I think you want this green.
One of the best I've read.
http://pastebin.com/7W7eBq1G
>>24989039
Yup that's the one.Will you have bear my children?
>>24988436
>>24988571
Okay, since pastebin is back up I might as well link you to the story itself. There's a couple of other wardrobe malfunction stories in the pastebin as well, so do look around.
http://pastebin.com/7aU6LRwB
>>24989222I'm not capable of doing that Anon. I am sorry.
I was in the threads as it was being created. Easily the best week I spent in /mlp/.
Bumpan
>>24989230
I came buckets to the other WM stories. I need more.
Page Nein
>>24989039
I just read through the whole thing, I want more
>>24992003
It was a very special green.It's also the green that turned me into a sunfag
Anyone taking the shift tonight?
>>24988756
great, didn't know moe is ded; so, who's the next likely candidate for /mlp/ archival?
Anyone on nightwatch? I'm starting to fade in and out of consciousness.
>>24993798
Sure, why not.
>>24993803
Thank you.Seriously I have to be back up in about 3 hours
Morning Bump
>>24975688
>Threading your way through the halls and students, you find the classroom for your History lesson
>One chair left, at the front of the room, next to the door
>Not ideally what you wanted but its out of the way enough
>Seating yourself down right as the bell rings
>Looks like you won't be needing that note after all
>Lecture subject for today is history of the ancient Greeks and myths
>The teacher starts the lesson with noting some of the wars waged by and at the Grecian people whom were divided to begin with
>Spartans, Arcadians, Athenians and more
>Each culture having different ideals, purposes and goals
>One war that piques your interests, is the mythos behind the Trojan War
>Something about tricking your opponent into a false sense of security by exploiting their greed with a gift, speaks to you
>Class ends with you learning the different cultures of ancient Greece
>Launching the beginning of break
>Thoughts linger like still clouds on the events that have transpired this morning
>So far you've managed to tick off a teacher and another random person
>Ms Harshwhinny, you can sort of understand the reason for her calling you in to question
>Being a teacher her priorities would be ensuring teaching students and their safety
>But Flash
>On top of having no other interactions with him until now
>Its weird to you why he would suddenly start talking wit-
>Make that, subtlety threatening you, out of the blue
>These nagging thoughts need to be put to rest
>"Yoohoo! Anon, darling!"
>A sing-song voice calls over from across the hall
>A few groups of people are still congregating around lockers
>When they hear Rarity's voice most of their heads swivel around to find out who the pale beauty is calling to
>Gathering of eyes with confusion, shock and glares arrange on your position as the fashionista swaggers her way through them
>Seemingly parting them like the red sea with the invisible force that is her popularity and grace
>>24995408
>Something about tricking your opponent into a false sense of security by exploiting their greed with a gift, speaks to you
Foreshadow?
>>24995408
>Anon wants to stay under radar
>Rarity announces to the school that they have some sort of association
>>24995408
>With each of her graceful steps in her stride, her chest jiggles and bounces slightly in her top
>Your eyes are grabbed and drawn to the mounds by their alluring dance
>Physically, you have to restrain yourselves as she steps closer, straining your neck so your eyes won't wander southward
>Stopping in front of you a waft of her perfume drifts to your nose
>Even the air around Rarity has a comeliness to it
>"I'm so sorry I couldn't help as much as I thought I could Anon dear. I was so sure that they would be kind enough to oblige a lady like me."
>Pouty lipped with a furrowed brow you can see she feels down trodden with regret over not being able to get the skirt back
>But what you're more worried about now is all the leers you're receiving from the other students
>Announcing her presence and heading straight to you is making you feel like there's a cross-hair hovering over your forehead
>"I suppose gentlemen are a rare breed now. Really, they were so rude!"
>Your throat feels tight, and the inside of your mouth feels like the savannah. Not even saliva seems to satiate the dryness, with everyone watching you two interact
"Rarity, its fine. Look, could we... move this somewhere else? Please?"
>"I mean honestly! What would those two want with a disaster of a skirt like that! Not that Fluttershy's taste in clothing is a disasters, Its actually very cute. But torn up the way it is-"
>Unaware of the audience around her growing, her ranting doesn't seem to have a pause button
"Rarity I think it'd be better to discuss this wher--"
>"Men can be so insufferable sometimes!, not all men mind you. You're much more--woah!"
>Grabbing hold of her delicate hand you drag her and yourself out of the halls, away from everyone else
>"My Anon, this is so sudden! I-I'm not sure what to say--"
"Stop talking"
>"O-okay..."
>Leading her to the nearest empty hallway to find an unoccupied classroom
Not seeing a lot of people losing articles of clothing in public spaces...
>>24996074
Its coming I swear
>>24995827
>Making sure to be gentle with the her hand as you grip it, you pilot Rarity into a classroom
>Before closing the door you scan around to make sure you weren't followed
>That was probably a really stupid move on your part
>But this was the best solution you could think of
>"Well, I'm not sure what that was about darling but if you simply wanted some alone time with me, you should have asked"
>Keeping your eyes surveying the hallways through the closed door's window you reply
"I did"
>"Oh...well you have me now dear, so what can I do for you?"
"For starters you could--"
>Glancing from the door, the chatter box has hiked herself up onto a table, one leg cross over the other
>"Yes?"
>Her deep blue eyes track you
>Whatever she has in mind, its not the same thing you're thinking
"I need you to do me a favour, Rarity. But I'm not sure you can do it. Actually, more like, I don't think you will do it"
>Leaning back on her arms, her voluptuous chest beckons you to stare
>"Oh come now Anon, I'm sure if its to help the cause, I will do anything you need me to"
>The line of her mouth puckers outwards while she flutters her eyelashes
"Are you sure?"
>Hopping off the desk she sways her curvaceous hips with each footstep
>"Of course, how can I help you?"
>Getting closer and closer to you, you inhale deeply through your nose
"Okay..."
>Rarity now close enough that you can see a blush filling her cheeks you bite the bullet and say
"Rarity, I need your panties..."
>Bemused and bright red she claps her cheeks and turns
>"My graciousness, Anon. I didn't think you were like that!"
"Hear me out for a second"
>Trying to shake the giddiness out of her head she faces you, biting the inside of her lip with a smile
>You feel a little flushed in the cheeks yourself for asking
"You will get them back. Its just a precaution if things don't go the way they are supposed to at lunch. I need to use them as a sort of... bargaining chip..."
>>24996302
>Rarity wandering around school pantyless
>>24995827
>"Stop talking"
kek
>>24996302
woo nelly
>>24996365
In a skirt no less
>>24996525
Rarity has a bit of a kinky side.
>>24996302
>The redness in her cheek's remains, but her smile recedes
>Morphing her mouth into being parted open slightly
>Her deep blue eyes grow smaller as she squints at you
>"Excuse me?"
"I know I'm asking a lot but if--"
>"You want to use my under garments as a bargaining chip?!"
>That provocative stare she was giving you moments ago has changed to a glower look
>"A ladies underwear is not something you can gamble away, Anon!"
"I know!, but it will only be until lunch, and as soon as we're done with Snips and Snails you'll get them back."
>Folding her arms she shifts to look away from you and loudly humphs
>"What kind of girl do you think I am?!, really! such impertinence!"
>Appearing avid in her decision to keep her pants on you choose to be selective in your next choice of words
"Fine Rarity, if you don't want to help, fine. I thought you'd be mature enough to handle this but I guess I was wrong. I thought you, out of all the girls, would be able to understand the plan. I'm sorry I asked."
>As you grab hold of the door handle you catch a glimpse of Rarity's expression as you turn
>She looks to be deliberating, and her tight crossed arms have loosened as she watches you
>Her intense scowl lessened to a more dejected one
"I just thought that maybe, you'd be strong enough to do this small thing for Fluttershy"
>Opening the door you act as if /you/ had just been asked to take off your own underwear
>Walking with enough speed to not run off but not be too slow
>5
>4
>3
>2
>"Wait!"
>Euston, we have panties off
>Keeping the act up you keep your stern tone when you see her head poking out the door, looking sullen
"Yes?"
>"Come back here..."
>Re-entering the classroom Rarity now checks behind you to make sure no one is around and closes the door
>"You promise I'll get them back?"
>Nodding, her face heavily blushes
>"Okay, but you can't look!, so turn around"
>She wags her finger in a circle to you, while her other hand fans her flushed face
>>24996855
Anon's quite the manipulative bastard.
I'm pretty sure we just lost some points with Rarity. Please don't let this end up backfiring in the long run.
>>24996904
Please, I bet she's enjoying it inside.
>>24996855
>rarity about to walk around pantiless
>in a skirt
my dick
>>24996855
>"I would love to help you Anon, but I'm not wearing any."
>>24996904
Which sucks. It seems our writefriend wants to shack Anon up with flutterbutt, but I would have been fine if we went full lood once Anon asked her for her panties. She was really into it for a moment there
>>24997350
I don't think Anon would go for it anyway, even if Rarity fully came on to him.
He is of the mindset that people are better off without him remember? He wouldn't want to create such bonds, not right now at least.
>>24997397
I'm talking about what my dick wants. You think it cares about character motivations?
>>24997456
Depends on the situation
If Rarity said she would sleep with you, but would immediately amputate your dick the moment of penetration, would you still go through with it?
>>24996855
>Complying with her request you turn around
>"You can turn back when I say so. I do hope you won't peek now, Anon"
"Unless I have eyes in the back of my head, I can't"
>A light humph, and then the slow sound of fabric being slid over soft skin is heard
>It pains you to have manipulated Rarity like this
>You remember how the girls in higher grades at the other school used to do the same thing to you, to a certain extent
>Mostly they wanted you to steal things from other people usually other girls and give it to them.
>And It always ended with not a shred of gratitude or thanks, and if you were really unlucky, a slap in the face to keep you quiet and obedient
>This is different though, you will return them to her, and its just to be used as a precaution
>She grunts lightly as you hear her step off and back on one foot then the other
>Clearing her throat she gives you the go ahead in her silvery voice
>"You can look now Anon"
>Facing her again, Rarity's pale skin on her face is red from ear to ear
>She has one hand clutching something against her bosom while the other holds down the hem of her skirt
>Her knees pressed against one another, she looks to be shaking but still retains her poise and grace
>"Here..."
>Holding out her clutched hand you walk over to take possession of her panties
>"But, before you take them...I want something"
>Taking her hand away you fight not to roll your eyes
>Here we go, an ultimatum
"Alright Rarity, what do you want?"
>Taking a gulp and clearing her throat once more her silvery voice has a wobble to it now that you are closer
>"Two- no er, three things"
>Your solemn visage as still as stone with no expression in your voice you ask
"What is it?"
>Her lips pucker inward as she tires to push out her demands
>"Number 1 I want you to close your eyes and keep them closed until /I/ say you can open them"
>A growl escapes from deep in your throat
"Fine"
>Closing your eyes, you world is black to you
>>24997501
No, because my dick doesn't want to be amputated, analogy don't work m8
>>24997537
>Not wanting your dick amputated
Filthy casual
>>24997535
>>24997535
She gonna hit him aint she
>>24997535
>Relying on your other senses to keep track of where you are, you keep still
"Now wha--!!"
>A sharp thwack across your cheek sends a jolt of pain to your brain
>Your eyes remain shut through it though
>With your hoodie up, your face is still covered from sight of your bruises
>But Rarity, unbeknownst to her, has struck one
>It would have been easy to take it had you not already received a dozen blows much harder than that
>Hands now clenched into a tight balled fist you shake, resisting the pulsing pain and the urge to fight back.
>After all its only Rarity, and she has every right to slap you at this point
>"That's for trying to manipulate me"
>...Well fuck
>She's as smart as she is beautiful
>You should have known Rarity would be able to see through your amateur act.
>After all you have heard how she can get what she wants just with a stroke of her long purple hair
>You defiantly deserve this
>Hearing the sound of her tongue against the roof of her mouth tut you, you shake it off
>Bracing yourself for another round across the head you stand vigil
>When a warm, soft and gentle sensation presses against the hot slapped skin of your cheek, followed by another nose full of her scented perfume
>"That's for a good attempt though"
>Your eyebrows reach up and your mouth opens with surprise
>"Try not to be too much of a bad boy Anon, we like you better like that."
>Feeling her delicate soft smooth hands take hold of yours
>She opens your fist and places some soft, warm silk fabric in them
>Rolling your hand back into a fist with gentle slow moving precision
>"And don't lose these, if you do, it might be the only one I let you have"
>Giggling she lets go of your hands and you feel her elegant presence move away and out the door
>...
>Like a dumbass you stand waiting for the command to open your eyes
>You're in a bit of shock from what just happened
>Rubbing the spot she assaulted then caressed with her lips to figure out if it was real
>>24997948
Ha, fucking called it.
>>24997978
Well I did bring attention to being slapped by the girls at Anons other school.
Its not so much you called it, but rather, I wanted you to know that was coming
A lot of foreshadowing today
But that's it for tonight
See you soon
>>24998005
>But that's it for tonight
gaaaaay
>>24997948
Wait, what?
Did he REALLY need the panties, or what he just testing his luck?
Sorry, I'm a bit slow
>>24998010
I love you too
>>24998005
>Tonight
>It's only 3:31 pm where I am
What time zone do you live in?
>>24998016
That may spoil a few things if I outright tell you, if you read a bit back you might catch on to why he might need them
>>24997948
more please
HEXAWESOME
>>24998016
I think Alex asked for the girls underwear a while back.
Bump
ump
Bumpit liek yu meen eit
Wow, I haven't seen the Wardrobe malfunction thread in a while. I still remember posting my Rainbow Dash story all those months ago.
morning bump
>>24997948
>Flexing your hand open tells you, that it was real
>Light blue silk lace panties rolled into a ball spring back into shape as you relinquish your hold
>They radiate with a warmth, fresh off their owner
>You will really have to do some ass kissing later to thank Rarity
>She has placed a ton of trust in you by handing these over
>Trust you won't let falter or be misused
>With these in hand, if Snips and Snails are really holding onto Fluttershy's skirt for their own perverse reasons
>The lure of Rarity's underwear should be too great an opportunity to pass up for them
>You'll bargain for the skirt, then when they think they'll be able to walk away with Rarity's trust, you'll quickly snatch them back
>This is all just a precaution if the talk with Sunset doesn't pan out as planned
>If she is successful you'll swiftly return the panties to the blue eyed mistress
>Having the option to use them is a safety net, a safety net made of blue silk
>This trick, if you pull it off, will be your own version of a 'Trojan Horse'
>Not quite the same as hiding in a wooden structure and then slaughter your enemy in the night
>But more, taking advantage of their avarice
>Snips and Snails don't know you, and you don't know them to an extent
>This will be a good way to get them close enough without rousing suspicion of your intentions
>It feels a lot safer to have a backup plan, considering the way things have been going lately
>Perhaps though, this is a sign of things to change
>Lucky is an understatement when it comes to what happened
>If Rarity wanted to, she could have refused and told everyone what you just asked for
>Sending you into a spiral of chaotic problems
>But she didn't
>Hopefully she won't tell anyone
>Considering the type of girl she is,from this little encounter, its very unlikely that she will
>The fashionista probably has more secrets than Area 51
>And keeps them just as well guarded
>>25007055
>Pinching a corner of the blue lace, you unfold the balled up panties
>Huh?
>There's a small damp patch on the crotch, minuscule in size, turning the light colour into a darker shade of blue
>...
>Questions for later
>You now need to think of a solid place you can hide these things
>If they fall out or someone somehow finds them on your person
>You'll need to think faster than light can travel to come up with a reasonable excuse for carrying around a girls underwear
>Putting them in any one of your pockets just seems to beg for a mistake to happen
>The only safe place no one can get to without you noticing is...
>Your own underwear...
>...
>Its weird...but it'll be safe till you can get them back to Rarity
>Stretching the band open on your black boxer briefs, you fold and flatten up the silk and place them next to your junk
>Snapping the band back onto your 'v' lined pelvis
>The residual alien warmth of the smooth silk makes you shudder, knowing they were just wrapped around Rarity's hips moments ago
>Secured and ready to head off to next class, you pat the spot where the silk rests
>After this lesson, it will be lunch and you'll have almost an hour to meet up with Pinkie and Sunset and launch the next phase of your plan
>If Shimmer can't obtain the skirt, she may be at least able to tell you whether Snips and Snails are working for someone else
>Exiting the classroom, the halls are void of any life, you take an early head start to get to next lesson
>And for a brief moment a realization dawns upon you
>Rarity will be walking around, in her skirt, with nothing else underneath
>Her womanhood dangerously exposed should anything happen
>An image of a gust blowing between her legs and lifting her skirt to reveal two white precious buns, obscures your thoughts
>She did seem eager to surrender them to you before you mentioned using them as a bargaining chip
>Maybe she relishes the chance to walk on the wild side?
>>25007323
Kinky Rarity is kinky
>>25007323
>Making a stop at your locker on your way to Science class, to swap some books over, the hallways are swarming with students
>You have to rub elbows with some of them as you squeeze your way through what gaps you can find
>And an added pressure surrounds you, with the knowledge that Rarity's undergarments are pressed against your manhood
>Its stupid that you should be feeling like this
>No one knows
>So why the self consciousness?
>It might not be so much that you feel like one wrong move away from being called a 'panty thief'
>But that Rarity maybe suffering more than you if she encounters a hallway like this
>Then again. They do recede faster than the tide when she comes through
>Unlocking your locker door you swing your bag round and open it, beginning to swap books over
>"Did you hear what happened earlier?"
>"What?"
>"Apparently, Rarity, was talking to that guy in the green hood"
>Your ears prick up hearing the hushed gossip voices of two unknown girls on the other side of your locker door
>News travels fast through the grape vine when it involves one of the 6 girls you know
>Girl 1:"Do you mean the guy with all those bruises on his face from English class?"
>Girl 2:"Yeah! that's the one, she was talking to him like she'd known him her whole life!"
>Girl 1:"Maybe she does? But I never would have guessed Rarity to talk to a guy like him. He seems like a total loner"
>Snickering between them you try to carry on checking which books you need to take
>Dammit Rarity, if you hadn't called me out like that, maybe these shitty talks wouldn't be the subject for interest
>Girl 2:" That's not even the strange part. He grabbed her hand and dragged her off somewhere. Just the two of them. No one knows where they went"
>They both sound like a siren when they decrescendo with an audible 'OOOooo'
>God.Dammit.Rarity
>You're doing your best to ignore them. Wanting to get away as fast as possible
>But you're having trouble finding this illusive Chemistry book
Right I need to get ready. I'll be back soon to finish of this little section off tonight.
Till then Anons, cheerio!
>>25008277
We await your return.
I'm catching up by reading the pastebin, so you have some time before I catch up.
>Page 9
tub
>>25013844
Bump again. Board is getting flooded cause anniversary day.
Bampin
Bump for the bump god
Page 9 already?
People are busy today
>>25008205
Good so far.
Odd that there's no sign of Twilight.
Also,
>fluttershy
>not rainbow "perky tits" dash
>not rarity
>not applejack
Shit taste
>>25017044
This after Rainbow Rocks, so Twi went home already.
>>25017123
Oh, that makes sense. I didn't watch it (hate on me) so I didn't know the timeline this was written in.
>>25017516
Don't worry,I haven't seen a single episode of the series and only watch clips to get an idea of the voice for characters
>>25008205
>Girl 2:"She's never been seen with a guy outside school let alone running off with one"
>Girl 1:"He certainly doesn't look like her type though?Do you know what his name is?"
>Freezing up on the spot, you wish you could just blend into the walls like a chameleon
>Girl 2:"Not sure, I'll have to check around."
>On the bright side they seem to lose interest quickly
>However the down side is now, you're the subject matter for their gossip
>Girl 2:"And I dunno, I think he's O.K. looking. Maybe without the loner attitude and the bruises, he might wash up nicely"
>Strangely flattering
>Girl 1:"Oh my god Jean, you'd fuck anything with legs"
>Jean:"Shut up Lily!, no I wouldn't! But if Rarity let him get close enough to her without breaking his fingers off, he's got to have something to him. Maybe she can see something we can't?"
>Their voices mix in with the hum in the crowd of students as they leave
>About half way through the compliment you had uncovered your book
>But waited till they had left to close your locker door
>Seems you're now in the spotlight as well
>Some of the heat has been taken off of Fluttershy too for now from what you listened to
>Rumours seem to be catching like wildfire on a scale you can't control
>Catching whoever started this shit-storm is going to be like trying to grab smoke
>You can cup it, but when you squeeze, its only going to slip through your fingers
>There has to be a way to get them to come to you
>Right now there's already too much going on to think
>Finish Science, get the skirt back, deal with the rest of this later
>Baby steps Anon, baby steps
>Slapping your palm against your face you try to rub off all the thoughts and pressure
>Everyone is dispersing now, moving off to their next lessons
>Following suit you thread your way through them and enter one of the science labs of the school
>Large grey tables built into the clean pristine floor are mostly empty of students for the time being
Thanks for all the bumping guys,its very hectic today with the anniversary so do what you can, not what you feel you must.
And I'll see you soon Anons
Nub
>>25017887
I HOPE VERY SOON WRITEFRIEND
>>25017887
's okay sir. Aside from your Anon being a bit 3edgy5me (which kinda makes sense if he's in highschool), This is a top notch green.
Waiting for each update is the literary equivalent of edging.
Anyone watching for tonight?
Buuuuumpan
Last bump for the night, someone else take over.
I can't do the night shift tonight
>>25007323
>>25007323
>>Rarity will be walking around, in her skirt, with nothing else underneath
>>Her womanhood dangerously exposed should anything happen
Oh my, going commando, in a wardrobe malfunction thread? What could possibly go wrong?Certainly not Rarity getting soaked from all the possible exposure, or her giving the only other soul aware of her predicament a good flash.
>>25024676
>Certainly not Rarity getting soaked from all the possible exposure, or her giving the only other soul aware of her predicament a good flash.
OH MY
>>25024932
sickle
I'll post something I wrote for the Wardrobe Malfunction thread when it first came up. I'm just finishing up editing it at the moment.
>>25026673
Here we go
>“Rainbow Dash, it’s time to get up sweetheart!”
>Rainbow curled herself further into her blankets, trying to immerse herself back into dreamland where she had just held aloft the All-Schools Soccer Championship trophy in front of a cheering crowd...
>However, she was brought once more to the waking world by five sharp raps on her bedroom door.
>“Rainbow, if you don’t get up right now you’ll miss your bus!” sounded her father’s voice from the other side of the door.
>Rainbow uncovered her head to answer, unwilling to open her eyes and banish her last hope for more sleep.
“Bus? What are you talking about Dad, the bus doesn't come for another...” she paused, checking to see the time on her alarm clock... which continually flashed 00:00.
>Slightly panicked, she reached for her phone, which wouldn't respond in any way to her increasingly frantic button-pressing.
>Unable to tell the time, she stiffened when her father spoke again.
>“I have to get to work now but you’d better hurry, it’s coming in ten minutes!”
>She sprang from her bed as quickly as her half-asleep body would allow, almost tripping over the basket of clean laundry she was aiming for.
>The sound of her father’s hurried footsteps as he descended the stairs echoed back to Dash as she searched through her freshly done laundry before she heard the door close.
>She’d had a bit of trouble working out the new washer-dryer last night, ultimately deciding that all hot was the way to go.
>She quickly picked out her usual outfit of skirt, tee-shirt, buttoned short sleeve shirt and compression shorts, clothing herself as quickly as she could despite some unusual added resistance from the strangely tight garments.
>The sudden tightness of her clothing would have to be investigated later, when she wasn't running late for school.
>>25027106
>shrunk in the wash
Lovely
>>25027106
>Slipping a pair of socks on her feet, she hastily jammed them into her sneakers before grabbing her backpack and cramming her half-done History homework inside.
>Leaving her dead phone behind, she opened her bedroom door and bolted as quickly as she could for the kitchen, vaulting down the stairs four at a time before grabbing a banana and an apple from the fruit bowl and exiting her house, locking the front door behind her.
>She began running towards the bus stop, unsure of how soon it would arrive.
>As she ran, she became more aware of just how tight her clothing had become: her white tee-shirt must have been at least two sizes smaller than it was before, riding up her abdomen at the movement of her shoulders pumping back and forth, sitting tight against and moulding around her breasts.
>She cursed her decision to go commando due to time constraints, but hoped that her unbuttoned blue shirt would disguise this fact.
>As the bus stop came in sight she slowed to a walk and adjusted her shirt, a slight creaking sound reaching her ears originating from her compression shorts.
>She sat down on the bench at the bus stop and ate her pieces of fruit, noticing that her skirt’s hem came up higher on her thighs than it usually did, which would be uncomfortably high if not for her shorts covering her most important bits.
>For a moment she considered running back home to change into something else, along with some proper underwear, but the bus turning the corner quickly changed her mind.
>Having finished her breakfast she got on the bus and spent the ride messily finishing her history homework before arriving at school.
>The first half of the school day went pretty much as it usually did for Rainbow Dash: History, Math and English (the former she handed in her homework for) were pretty much a snoozefest for the athletic girl, so when she arrived for PE before lunch she was excited to finally stretch her legs.
>>25027120
>Though she’d forgotten her PE uniform in her rush to get to the bus, she was confident that she’d be able to perform just as well in her regular attire, nobody having noticed the difference so far.
>“Alright, listen up,” Coach Firefly said, addressing the assembled students. “Today you’ll be running through an obstacle course designed to test your overall fitness.” she continued.
>“While you will be timed, remember that this isn’t a competition between students. Every few weeks you’ll run through it again and try to beat your personal best time, and I expect every one of you to improve on your initial time. This activity is worth twenty percent of your final grade, so I advise that you all put in more than a token effort. Have I made myself clear?”
>“Yes Coach!” responded the class.
>Rainbow Dash was thrilled at the prospect of exhibiting her physical prowess (hey, it sounded better than ‘showing off’ when she put it that way) but was even more determined to do well when she locked eyes with Lightning Dust.
>The pair exchanged cocky grins, a sign that this wasn’t just about “personal bests” anymore.
>The class filed out onto one of the school fields, catching a glimpse of the obstacle course for the first time.
>The course itself was pretty standard, including a climbing rope, tires, horizontal climbing frame, commando crawl net, vault and roll bars, an eight foot vertical wall climb and finally a rope traverse, all of which was built from sturdy wood and rope suspended over loose wood chips in a “U” shape.
>Firefly promptly started calling up students to start the course in alphabetical order, everybody else generally milling around, lying on the grass or talking to each other.
>>25027135
>Dash knew that she would be called later in the group, so began stretching in preparation for her turn, noticing that Lightning Dust had the same idea.
>However, when she leaned forward to stretch her hamstrings, her compression shorts, which had been creaking and complaining all morning, decided that they didn’t like to stretch that far anymore and promptly split along the back seam in a series of snaps.
>Rainbow Dash immediately stood straight up, fearing the worst as her hands quickly travelled to her backside to cover anything that might be visible beneath her skirt and assess the damage.
>A light, cool breeze upon her rear brought a greater sense of panic running through her mind as her hands found the bare flesh of her rear exposed to the air, the fabric having split from the bottom of the waistband to the very bottom of the crotch, and slightly beyond that as well.
>Compounding the problem, with the tension of being anchored to the seam lost, the spandex had contracted on both sides of the split, exposing her backside all the more.
>The shock of the situation paralysed the athlete for a good few seconds, before noticing that Lightning Dust was already up for her turn, leaving Rainbow very little time to come up with a solution to her sudden conundrum.
>Her face aflame with embarrassment, she turned over her options in her mind.
>Ask somebody who had already completed the course to borrow their gym shorts?
>No, they’d wonder why she would need them and cause greater embarrassment for her if they figured out why she needed them.
>>25027147
>Even if somebody was willing to give her their shorts, they probably weren’t willing to take them off out in the open to give them to her and would insist on doing it in the changing rooms, wasting precious time and making her miss her run.
>Maybe Coach Firefly would be sympathetic of her plight?
>“Alright every one, lunch is coming up soon so no more fooling around! I want everybody that has yet to run to form a line so we can all get out of here on time!” sounded Coach Firefly’s authoritative voice.
>Rainbow’s panic increased slightly as the line formed, but stepped out of the forming line so she could speak to the coach, trying to adjust her too-tight skirt to cover anything that might show.
“Uh, coach?” she began.
>Firefly looked up from her clipboard and stopwatch.
>“Hm? Rainbow Dash?” the coach started, looking at the girl in puzzlement. “Why are you out of line?”
“Oh, uh, sorry Ma’am, but is there any chance that I could do this on another day?” Rainbow asked.
>“Why do you ask?”
>Okay Rainbow, she steeled herself, just tell her why you need to be excused, she’ll understand.
“Well, because I... I’m...” she began, trying not to draw attention from the other students.
>“Rainbow Dash, I have a physiotherapy appointment during lunch that I need to get to, so don’t waste time and just tell me what’s wrong.” said Firefly, trying to hurry the flushed girl along.
>Flustered, Rainbow blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.
>>25027168
“I-I’m not feeling my best today, coach, so I wouldn’t be able to give my best time.” said Rainbow Dash, immediately regretting her lame response when her teacher sighed.
>“You’ll need a note from a doctor, a parent or the school nurse to be excused from physical activity.” the coach responded, continuing when her frustrated student groaned. “I’m sorry Rainbow, but those are the rules. I can excuse you from running the course today, but I’ll have to mark your time as ‘did not finish’ or equal with the slowest student.”
>Rainbow and Firefly turned to see the slowest, fattest kid in the class, Dumpy Munch, struggling to heave his bulk up the climbing rope, not even able to leave the ground but already drenched in sweat and panting, before giving a dismissive gesture towards the offending obstacle and waddling towards the rows of tires, promptly falling face first onto them after tripping on the first tire.
>Part of Rainbow Dash wanted to give in and take the slowest time, but her pride quickly shouted down that idea, although another one was gaining attention as she tugged on her unbuttoned over-shirt.
“Actually, I could probably do this...”said Dash with a sigh of resignation.
>“Good, because your turn is coming up soon.”
>Rainbow got back in the worryingly short line, her idea put into effect as she removed her unbuttoned shirt from her shoulders, tying the short sleeves across her waist in the most secure knot that she knew, relieved that her makeshift skirt was covering more than her near useless other skirt.
>>25027168
>She spent the remaining minutes before her run fretting over what could happen and trying to gather her bravery, but before she knew it, she was standing before Coach Firefly, shaking slightly with nerves in the starting position.
>“GO!” barked Firefly.
>Rainbow dashed off the mark, hoping that her speed and the movement of her clothing would distract anybody from anything that might show.
>She was immediately glad that her shirt was tight enough to keep her breasts in place as she ran.
>She arrived at the climbing rope and, mindful of where her potential spectators were sitting, climbed the rope with her side facing the coach, quickly scaling the rope to the wooden crossbeam at the top before letting go of the rope and landing with knees bent and hands holding down her skirts.
>Sprinting to the tires, she scrunched up her hands on the sides of her lower garments, holding them tight enough that she didn’t have to worry about them flying up with the movement of her legs coming up high enough to clear the tires.
>Her shorts, however, protested the large movements of her legs and decided to pop even more stitches from the back to the front, almost making her trip and making her blush even harder at the fact that her most private place might be on display for all to see.
>Not to mention the waistband of her skirt riding up her abdomen, exacerbating the problem.
>She soldiered on though, determined not to show weakness under pressure.
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>>25027203
>Next was the horizontal climbing frame, which would be slightly trickier with no hands to hold down her skirt.
>Dash hoped that there wouldn’t be any strong updrafts as she made her way across the monkey bars, thankful that they were low enough to prevent the casual observer from noticing her wardrobe malfunction, before she dismounted with closed legs.
>The commando crawl was almost trivial, because her shirt-skirt rested between her legs and she was face down and side-on to the crowd.
>As she stood up from the crawl she noticed that her shirt and skirt had rode up her abdomen again, the skirt nearly at her navel and her tee-shirt bunched around the bottom of her breasts.
>Pushing her clothing back into place, she ran up to the vault and roll bars and proceeded to do just that, alternately jumping and rolling under horizontal wooden beams of various sizes, always making sure that her backside was away from the crowd.
>Next was the wall climb, which she took at speed, grabbing the topmost beam and hoisting herself over the top.
>Unfortunately, she failed to notice the nail head slightly protruding from the uppermost beam until it caught her shirt-skirt on the way down, tearing the stitching out of the back panel and leaving the sleeves to flutter to the ground, still in a knot.
>Rainbow Dash almost froze, but quickly regained her composure, figuring it would be suspicious if she stopped now and so continued towards the rope traverse.
>This would be tricky, she thought, concealing her state of nakedness would be even more difficult without the extra protection of her shirt-skirt but would be helped by the fact that the top of her head would be facing the crowd.
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>At about thirty feet long, she decided that the fasted way across the rope was to monkey crawl and so, hooking her hands and ankles over the rope, she started to put hand over hand, hoping that nobody had wandered to the sides to watch, her face reaching a temperature hot enough to melt steel as she felt the cool breeze gently caress her exposed nethers.
>Finally, she dismounted with her back to the crowd, running as fast as she could while holding onto her skirt towards the coach.
>She desperately hoped that nobody had seen anything and, to her relief, everybody was either talking to each other, fiddling with their phones or walking back to the gym.
>“Good job, Rainbow Dash,” said Coach Firefly, “You finished in one minute twenty seconds.”
>Having peeked at the time sheet while talking to the coach earlier, she realized that she had finished two seconds faster than Lightning Dust.
“Aw yeah!” she cheered herself, pumping her fists once in the air before quickly bringing them to her sides, holding her too-short skirt once more.
>“Okay champ, the period is nearly over so go and cool off.” The coach said, before adding, “And you should probably invest in some looser shirts while you’re at it.”
>Rainbow blushed and once again adjusted her tee-shirt over her stomach.
>She decided to go back to the changing rooms to wait out the end of the period, walking in a strange gait while trying to keep her bottom half covered.
>Who knows, she thought to herself, maybe I’ll find something to wear under my skirt...
>She had no luck in finding clothing of any sort in the girls changing room and couldn’t even get into the boys room.
“Lousy janitor, cleaning up everything, always returning lost property...”she grumbled to herself as she made her way into the bathrooms with her backpack.
>She had to find out just how badly damaged her shorts were.
>Very badly, she discovered.
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>As she closed herself into a toilet cubicle, she sighed before lifting up her skirt to find her worst fears confirmed.
>The spandex fabric of her shorts had split and contracted right along the seam from front to back, leaving a wide gap between the pieces of fabric, exposing her privates to the open air beneath her now mini-skirt.
>Adding to her growing displeasure was the fact that the side seams of the crotch of her shorts had unravelled almost to the cuffs as well, effectively making them useless.
>With no small amount of trepidation, she removed her ruined shorts and stuffed them in her backpack, blushing as she felt the cool air of the bathroom wash around her now bare bottom half.
>She groaned as she thought of how precarious her situation was with barely anything to protect her modesty.
>No, she thought to herself, there has to be a way to make this better!
>Could she repair her shorts?
>No, she had always considered sewing to be a bit too girly for her, even if the boy scouts did it.
>Hmm... girly...
>Of course!
>Rarity was the girliest girl that she knew, besides Fluttershy, and they both knew how to sew!
>However, without her phone she couldn’t contact the very friends she needed most right now.
>Even worse, she hadn’t seen any of her friends at school today.
>She vaguely remembered something about an apple harvest... a book fair... fire at the bakery... crud.
>She wasn’t sure if Rarity of Fluttershy had somewhere else to be, but she had to at least try to find them.
>Before she left for lunch to try and find her friends, she prayed to whichever deity was listening that there were no wet floors for her to slip on, sudden drafts or mirrors that she had to step over.
>With that done she made her way to the cafeteria, skirt pulled down as far as the too-narrow waist would allow and walking with an unnatural step while trying to get used to the feel of nakedness around her crotch.
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I'll post the rest later, so I'll see you guys then!
