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Twilight's Clothing Conundrum By Pimapifi
Streaker(s) EQG Twilight Sprakle

Warm rivers trailed down Twilight Sparkle’s naked body as she turned off the shower. She took a moment to let some of the excess water drip off her hair and crash to the tiled floor. The quickly-cooling droplets ran from her neck, along the soft curve of her breasts, down to the tiny pink bush just above her crotch.

Twilight crossed her arms over her nipples and shivered. It was nearly December, and at this time of year the bitter cold always seemed to invade the CHS locker rooms, no matter how tightly the windows were locked. She squinted and patted the shelf next to her until she found her glasses, then reached for her towel, which she then unraveled and wrapped around her body.

She gazed down at her towel with a frown. Evidently, when she packed her gym bag that morning, she hadn’t been paying much attention; the towel she wore only barely covered her most private areas, and left her tits to peek out the top.

She sighed, but didn’t make any move to readjust it. Why would she? She was in the girl’s locker room, after all. The only students who would see her here were girls, and she couldn’t think of anything she had that they hadn’t seen before.

She repeated the thought to herself as she stepped out of the showers and into the locker room proper. All the other girls from her gym class were long gone, leaving her as the room’s only occupant and erasing any worries she still had about her towel. Her wet flip flops flapped against the floor with a smacking sound.

Humming a tune, Twilight fiddled with the latch on her locker door. It was a known fact that the CHS locker rooms hadn’t been renovated in decades; half of the lockers were covered in rust, and the other half were dented beyond repair. Twilight’s locker had graffiti scrawled across its surface—a few curses and a rather detailed penis—and dark orange rust painted the latch.

Her tune soon faded into loud grunts. She pulled and pushed, twisted and turned at the latch, but it wouldn’t budge. The sharp metal cut into Twilight’s skin, meaning that she couldn’t keep up the attack for long, unless she wanted to paint the latch red as well as orange.

She took a deep breath and, steeling her nerves, grabbed the latch and pulled. Her skinny arms trembled with the force of her frustration, and pain swirled through her hands, but the latch was moving! She felt the lock sliding upwards, ready to open and let her move on with her—

With a sharp crack the latch snapped off, sending Twilight tumbling backwards into another locker. Her towel fell, leaving her stark naked in the middle of the room. The cold air wisped between her legs and danced along her thighs.

She remade her towel, all the while staring at the broken latch. She gave the locker door a shove, but it was still closed tight—and now, there was no way to open it.

All her clothes were inside that locker. Her shirt, her socks, even her panties—all of them. That wasn’t to mention her bookbag, which held all of her textbooks, notebooks, and homework. Third period was about to start; without her bookbag, she’d be completely unprepared for the day to come! All of her teachers would think she was a layabout, a delinquent! Her academic career would be over!

She gazed down at her semi-naked body.

“Okay,” she muttered to herself. “Maybe my bookbag isn’t the priority here.”

Twilight took a deep breath and looked around. Aside from her the room was empty, so no one was around to help her out. Her cell phone was in her bookbag, so calling a friend for help was out of the question. Could she just wait until someone came in? But then she would miss class! She growled. Who could she turn to for help...?

Wait. You’re in the locker room, she thought. That means...

The gym teacher, Mrs. Harshwhinny, would be in the gym! Twilight could just scurry over to her, explain the situation, and get some help. Sure, she’d probably have to risk showing some skin to a teacher, but that was certainly better than walking to class on just a towel.

Twilight smiled and adjusted her towel before walking to the hallway that led from the locker room to the gymnasium. She would be out of here and in class in no time!

A tremor ran up Twilight’s spine as she rounded a corner, and the gymnasium came into view. Breaths picking up, Twilight threw herself against the wall and crept up to the open doorway.

The gym was packed to the brim with students! Boys, girls, everyone! They looked small enough to be Freshmen—a suspicion confirmed when Twilight saw Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo in the crowd. Twilight assumed that while she was in the shower, another gym class had started. How had she not heard anyone come into the locker room to change while she was showering? She gritted her teeth and cursed her compulsive need to sing in the shower.

They were all on their backs, doing sit-ups in time with Mrs. Harshwhinny’s voice.

“Six!” the gym teacher shrilled, her hard glare not breaking for a second. “Seven! Eight! Ni—Diamond Tiara, I do not tolerate laziness in my gym! Keep up!”

From where Twilight stood, she knew that a good chunk of the Freshmen could see her standing in her too-small towel. She braced herself for the stares, the taunts—but nothing came. Fortunately, it seemed they were too caught up in avoiding Harshwhinny’s ire to notice her.

Twilight gulped and peeked her head out of the doorway. “Mrs. Harshwhinny!” she shout-whispered. “Ma’am! Excuse me!”

“Twelve!” Harshwhinny yelped, not turning her head. “Thirteen! Diamond Tiara, miss another sit-up and you will be running laps for the next hour!”

“Mrs. Harshwhinny!” Twilight said a bit louder, daring to take a step out of the doorway. She gripped her towel tightly, constantly adjusting it so it would cover her breasts, then her crotch, then her ass. “Please!”

She flicked a glance out at the Freshmen, and nearly screamed. One of the boys was staring straight at her, jaw slack. Well, not her as a whole, really; his eyes were firmly focused on the curves of her bare ass. “Ma’am!” she said. “I need help!”

The boy who noticed her elbowed his friend, who in turn stopped exercising and stared at Twilight. One by one the crowd around them found their eyes locked on Twilight’s wet, half-naked body.

Twilight’s cheeks burned. She tried to hold her towel tighter, but that only allowed her tits to spill out the top. “Mrs. Harshwhinny!” she cried.

“Seven—Miss Sparkle?” Harshwhinny turned and, for a moment, looked at Twilight with wide eyes... before her face screwed up into a scowl. “Just what do you think you’re doing?!”

Twilight ducked back into the hallway. “Could... could you come over here? Ma’am?”

“I am in the middle of a class, Miss Sparkle.” Harshwhinny crossed her arms. “If you wish to speak with me, you will come here.”

Twilight’s legs trembled. She took a moment to make sure nothing was peeking out before hobbling into the gymnasium and over to the teacher. At this point every Freshman had stopped moving, instead opting to just sit and stare at the humiliated Senior.

“Where are your clothes?” Harshwhinny asked, hands on her hips. “Is this some sort of prank, Miss Sparkle?”

“No,” Twilight squeaked. She felt the heat of a hundred eyes boring into her flimsy towel. “All my clothes are—the locker—”

“What?” Harshwhinny tightened her glare. “You are mumbling, Miss Sparkle! Are you going to explain yourself or not?”

Twilight nodded and opened her mouth, but her chin quivered too much to form a single word. She bit her lip and gazed out at the audience. Their eyes were taking in every inch of her bare skin, savoring every bit of her indecency. A few of the girls were laughing. Most of the boys had covered their laps with their hands. A familiar cold blew through the gym, swiping across Twilight’s snatch.

Harshwhinny grabbed Twilight’s chin, earning a strangled yelp from the girl. "I don’t appreciate this prank. You haven’t amused me, nor my students. All you’ve done is expose yourself to these young eyes!”

Twilight tried to grab Harshwhinny’s hand, but as soon as either hand left her towel it began to unravel. The fabric slipped down, letting one of her breasts fall out completely. A collective gasp ran through the crowd, followed by more laughter.

“No, no,” Twilight blubbered, shaking her head. “Mrs. Harshwhinny, I—”

“Go to the Principal’s office,” Harshwhinny said, pushing Twilight away. “I won’t have you wasting any more of my time with this foolishness.”

“But—”

“I said go!”

One hand on her towel, the other covering her exposed nipple, Twilight hung her head and turned away. With tiny, limping steps, she headed for the gym’s exit.

Her wet, untied hair hung in front of her eyes, meaning that she never saw a boy in the front row stick out his leg.

Twilight shrieked and fell to the floor. She threw out her arms to protect her face, letting the weak knot on her towel break. Before she even realized what had happened, Twilight’s towel slipped off of her body, leaving her naked in the middle of the gym. She landed with her face on the floor, and her ass high in the air.

Every Freshman in the room now had a full, unobstructed view of her tight folds and puckered anus.

A few scattered wolf whistles cut through the air and sailed into Twilight’s ears. She stayed frozen for a moment, face heating up, before screaming and jumping to her feet. Spinning away from the crowd, she threw an arm across her breasts and laid a palm over her crotch.

“Miss Sparkle!” Harshwhinny screeched, stamping a foot. “This is not funny!”

And yet, laughter still filled the room. Twilight’s chest heaved as she stared out at the crowd. She knew that the image of her most private places had been seared into their minds; their wide eyes had pored over every inch of her, seeing things that no one was allowed to see. The thought almost brought her to her knees—

But with a loud curse, Twilight spun around and sprinted to the exit, both hands flying to cover her ass. She crashed through the gym doors with the force of a charging rhino and spilled out into the hallway.

A hallway that, much to her dismay, was filled with students. Every sound died as the dozen-or-so students that stood near the gym entrance took in the scene. It took only a second for every eye to fall to Twilight’s exposed pussy.

“No!” she shouted, grabbing her crotch. She ran forward, pushing through the crowd. “Don’t look!”

Twilight kept her eyes clenched shut, and but that did nothing to block out the sound.

“Whoa, that girl is totally naked!”

“Dude, check out this slut over here!”

“The Great and Powerful Trixie wishes to tap that!”

And under it all was the constant, unending laughter.

Twilight rounded a corner, just barely dodging a ‘Wet Floor’ sign. She kept up her pace for a moment before the realization struck her—and by that time her feet had already flown out from under her.

Twilight hit the floor with a grunt, liquid splashing all around her. She slid forward on her back, legs spread wide, all the way down the hall, showing her cunt off to anyone who cared to see. She had only just begun to scream when she crashed into a group of girls, sending them all to the ground.

Violet Blurr, Pixel Pizzaz, and Photo Finish all stared at Twilight’s pussy. Without a word, Photo Finish pulled a camera out of her purse and set to work.

Twilight shook her head and tried to climb to her feet, but just slipped and fell to the floor again. Now she was on her stomach, legs still spread wide. The click of the camera going off rang through Twilight’s ears like gunshots. She tried to cover herself up, but from her position Photo Finish was getting shots of not only her clit, but her ass as well.

“Stop!” she cried, climbing to her knees. “Stop it now!”

“But dahling!” Photo Finish drawled, dropping to her stomach to get a close-up shot. “I have never seen a flower as graceful, as delicate, as innocent as yours! I must capture its beauty for the world to see!”

Twilight thrust out her leg, bucking Photo Finish in the face pony-style. As the photographer crumpled, Twilight silently thanked her parents for signing her up for taekwondo classes as child. She sprang to her feet and ran away, taking care to avoid the wet patches on the floor.

Now not only was she covered in shower water, but the water from the floor, as well. Her tight ass and bouncing breasts shined in the light. The laughter and cat calls kept coming, even faster now that more students had arrived to watch the spectacle. Twilight felt like a marathon runner, sprinting through crowds of adoring fans. And based on how many cameras she saw, she could only imagine she was getting just as much media coverage.

There’s no point, she thought as she ran. They’ve already seen everything. You’re already a whore. You might as well give up...

“No!” she muttered through her tears. “I’m not a whore!”

The Principal’s office came into view. Surely Principal Celestia would know what to do!

Twilight skidded to a halt in front of the Office, and once she was inside, slammed the door closed. She let out a hearty sigh and crumpled to the ground.

“Excuse me?” the secretary said, looking up from her computer. “What are you—oh my.”

Twilight covered herself up again and waddled up to the desk. “Hello,” she stammered, cheeks burning. “I, um... I have a bit of a problem.”

The secretary stared at Twilight’s barely-concealed crotch. “Uh-huh.”

“I kinda lost all my clothes.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Could I maybe have something to wear? Or could you open my locker and help me?”

“Uh-huh.”

Twilight smiled and waited for the woman behind the desk to move, but she stayed stock still. At least, aside from licking her lips. Twilight took a step back, and when the secretary didn’t react, she sighed and walked over to Celestia’s door.

Twilight took a deep breath before pushing open the door to Celestia’s office. “Principal Celestia, I need help—”

Celestia and Luna were laying on top of Celestia’s desk, with not a single piece of clothing between them. Sweat trailed down their naked bodies and fell onto the desk below. Celestia had a hand clamped firmly onto Luna’s dripping cunt, and with every second Luna moaned a little longer.

Celestia and Twilight stared at each other.

Twilight gulped. “Uh.”

While Luna writhed, Celestia climbed off of her sister and ducked behind her desk. “Miss Sparkle! What are you doing here?!” She paused and stared at Twilight’s crotch. “And why are you naked?”

“I couldn’t open my locker,” Twilight squeaked, tearing her eyes away from the puddle of honey under Luna’s ass. “I tried to ask for help, but then I lost my towel, and... now I’m here.”

Celestia blinked. “And what do you need from me?”

“Are there any clothes I could wear? At least, until I get my real ones back?”

“Go to the nurse’s office,” Luna gasped, rubbing her cunt. “She keeps an extra change of clothes—ooh!”

“What she said,” Celestia muttered. She watched Luna work with focused eyes. “And don’t tell anyone what you saw here.”

Twilight frowned, but still nodded and left, making sure to close the door behind her. As soon as the lock clicked into place, she heard Luna let out a loud moan. Twilight shuddered and walked away. Keeping her private parts covered, Twilight trudged to the center of the waiting room.

The nurse’s office? That was all the way at the other end of the school! She would have to run buck-naked again through crowds of leering, perverted students, with nothing to cover her up but her own shaking hands.

Her head pounded, and her feet ached from running so much in flip-flops. And now, to top it all off, there was this weird feeling between her legs... was she enjoying this?

She pushed the feelings away and shook her head. Enjoying being absolutely humiliated and degraded? Ridiculous. And besides, she had to focus! There had to have been some way to cover herself up. She looked around the office, taking care to avoid the secretary’s constant gaze...

There!

She grabbed a packet of sticky notes off a nearby desk. With a smile, she peeled one off. “This should work!”

She stuck the note over her right nipple. When she let go and it didn’t fall off, a smile cracked over her lips. Giggling, she peeled off a few more and stick them over her breasts until both of her tits were completely hidden. She turned to a nearby mirror to examine her work, puffing out her chest and grabbing her boobs.

The secretary took in a sharp breath.

Twilight blushed and let go. With a deep breath, she turned her attention downward.

Twilight’s pussy lips tingled as she brushed her fingers across them. They were wet with what she assumed was either sweat or shower water, and liquid rolled down her thighs. Her folds were parted slightly; if someone wanted to, they could slip a finger right inside of her.

If you keep running around like this, you might be getting something bigger than a finger put inside of you...

For the slightest of moments Twilight bit her lip and imagined being pinned in a corner, naked, defenseless against the crowd around her. All they wanted to do was touch her, feel her, defile her, and she couldn’t stop them—

“Twilight, focus!” she yelled, slapping herself across the face. “This isn’t the time to be acting foolish!”

She peeled off about five more sticky notes and laid them over her soaked pussy. Five ended up not being enough, as she kept having to replace them—the sticky notes kept sliding off of her crotch, damp with what Twilight still desperately hoped was sweat. In the end, it took about fifteen more notes to cover herself up. And even then, anyone who looked still had a full view of her tiny pink pubes. And she still had her ass to cover...

Twilight turned around to see her rear in the mirror. With a sigh she bent over and spread her asscheeks wide, giving the mirror a clear look at her tiny puckered asshole. Should she just cover her anus? Or should she try and cover up her entire butt? She had never noticed just how plump her ass was...

“Can... can I help?” the secretary asked, suddenly inches away from Twilight’s naked body.

Twilight yelped and jumped back, nearly tumbling over a desk. One of her pussy post-its peeled away and twirled to the ground. “I’m sorry?” she asked as she replaced it.

“Can I put a post-it on your butthole?” the secretary asked. She motioned to the sticky notes.

Twilight’s mouth hung. “Oh,” she stammered, grabbing the packet. She squirmed for a moment. She didn’t exactly want anyone touching her down there, but she also knew that even with the mirror, it would be hard to reach back there without bending in some weird way and making all of the post-its covering her crotch fall off. So...

Twilight gulped. “Sure?”

Face burning, Twilight bent over a desk and stuck her ass up into the air. She held down a gasp as the secretary spread her cheeks wide. She didn't look, but felt the older woman leaning down, putting her face close to Twilight’s wet cunt. The secretary’s warm breaths danced across Twilight’s hidden lips, across her tight asshole.

Twilight didn’t even know this woman’s name, and already she had seen more of Twilight than anyone ever had. Twilight imagined the secretary staring into her spread asshole, and waited for the feeling of the sticky note against her skin—waited for the feeling of a tongue—

The bell rang, signaling the end of third period and the beginning of the fourth.

Twilight’s eyes snapped open. “Fourth period!?” Twilight cried, jolting up straight. “Nurse Redheart goes on her lunch break fourth period! I have to go!”

The secretary pulled her hand out of her pants. “But I didn’t finish!”

“Sorry!” Twilight called back at her before bursting through the office door—

—and into a crowd of students. As the entire school seemed to stop and turn to stare at her, Twilight realized the fatal error in her plan: the end of the period meant that the halls were full. The end of the period meant the beginning of her humiliation.

Twilight froze in the center of the crowd, not reacting even as the laughter started once again. Cameras flashed. Piercing gazes rolled over her nigh-bare skin. A sob rose up her throat. She couldn’t move, couldn’t save herself. This was it.

“Wow,” she heard a girl snicker. “Someone is looking to get knocked up.”

Twilight’s mind raced with images of her thrown against a wall, her virginity stolen, her pussy bursting with creamy, white—

No!

Twilight sprinted forward and pushed past the crowd, punching and kicking her way through. Yelps and yips filled the air as Twilight fought her way through, bitter tears falling from her eyes and onto her bouncing breasts.

I am not a slut! she screamed at herself, grabbing a boy and pushing him into a locker. I am not a slut!

She finally broke free of the pack and rounded a corner, escaping into a much less crowded hallway. The few students in her path, mostly Freshmen, stared with wide eyes, while a few seniors wolf whistled. She watched a bulge pop up in Flash Sentry’s pants. A few feet behind him, Muffins went pink before fainting.

Twilight kept her eyes ahead. She just had to block them out, ignore the embarrassment. She just had to reach freedom.

She looked down, only to find that all the post-it notes had fallen off of her pussy.

She shrieked and threw both hands to her once-again exposed lips. Thick beads of clear liquid trailed down her thighs and dribbled onto her fingers when she touched her privates. It felt good—at least, until Twilight remembered her situation.

Twilight turned another corner, but stopped when she saw the massive crowd rushing toward her, cameras in hand. She spun on her heel and rocketed off in the other direction—straight toward the double doors of the library.

Twilight’s panting breaths echoed along the wide library walls. She hated to disturb the silence of such a hallowed room, but admittedly, she didn’t have much time to pay the books any concern. Hands pressed into her burning crotch, Twilight raced through the bookshelves, past studying students.

Her eyes locked on the doors at the other end of the room. Once she was out of the library, she would be mere yards away from Nurse Redheart’s office! This nightmare would finally end! Sweat running down her sides, Twilight gritted her teeth and sped up. A fresh set of clothes was in her grasp!

“Miss Sparkle!” Cheerilee shouted, jumping into her path. “What in the world are you doing?!”

Twilight gasped and slammed her feet into the floor to stop—but sweat coated her soles, and instead of stopping, she just slid forward and crashed tits-first into her teacher. The two of them collapsed into a pile of twisted limbs and harsh curses.

When the dust had settled and the pain of the crash had subsided, Twilight rubbed her head and inched open an eye. She sat on the floor, her asscheeks spread wide against the linoleum. Adjusting her glasses, she took a few glances around. Where had Cheerilee gone?

Twilight felt a warm breeze against her pussy. Fear twinkling up her spine, she looked down, only to find that she wasn’t sitting on the floor.

Twilight sat on Cheerilee’s face. Cheerilee’s eyes were wider than moons, and her mouth was wedged open just enough to fit Twilight’s swollen pussy. The older woman flailed her arms and kicked her legs, trying to push Twilight’s petrified body off. Something soft and wet flicked against Twilight’s clit, and pleasure roared through her limbs—

Shrieking, Twilight jumped off of her teacher. “Pervert!” she shouted as Cheerilee coughed and sputtered for breath. “You dirty, dirty pervert!”

Before Cheerilee could respond, Twilight climbed to her feet and ran away again, making a beeline for the exit. She felt Cheerilee’s hot saliva mixing with her nectar, dribbling down her legs. A part of her wanted to turn around and run back to the gym to take a cold shower... but she was so close to the nurse’s office!

Twilight burst through the library exit into a thankfully empty hallway. She took the slightest of moments to stop and catch her breath—as soon as she got back into her locker, she planned on spending at least an hour cradling her inhaler—but soon continued onward. The silence wouldn’t last. She knew that as soon as one person saw her, the entire school would be on her tail, desperate for another shot at her snatch.

Why were they so insistent on humiliating her like this? How could they be so cruel? It wasn’t like they didn’t have porn at home. What did Twilight have that they couldn’t get anywhere else?

It’s because you’re real, she thought, breaths picking up. They can touch you. Feel you. They can spread your legs and look at you, and hear you begging them to stop. They’re gonna taste you, and they’re gonna fuck you, and you’re gonna like it.

Twilight bit down a moan and swiped a hand across her clit. Her fingers came away dripping wet, and her legs shook under her.

“Stop it. Stop it, stop it, stop it,” she chanted under her breath. She pressed her thighs together, ignored the burning in her loins, and sped up. “There’s nothing good about this. Nothing.”

She turned a corner and smiled. Nurse Redheart’s office was at the end of the hall, and there was no one in sight! All Twilight had to do now was run inside, close the door, and it would all be open. Nurse Redheart was one of the nicest women in the school; surely she wouldn’t laugh at Twilight. Twilight scurried down the hall to Redheart’s door and grabbed the knob.

It wouldn’t turn.

Twilight gasped and jiggled the knob, but it stayed stuck. She pushed and pulled, banged a fist into the wood—but nothing happened. The door was locked tight.

“Nurse Redheart!” Twilight called, the tears returning. “Please!”

Redheart must have already gone on break! Twilight had missed her! And now, she wouldn’t be back until the end of the period... more than a half-hour away!

“No, no, no...!” Twilight blubbered. She spun around and pressed her body against the door, flinching at the feeling of the cold wood against her bare ass. Celestia’s office wasn’t too far away, right? Maybe she could go just back and hide there. She was sure the secretary wouldn’t mind...

“Man, I wonder what happened to that Twilight girl?” echoed a voice from down the hall.

Another one quickly added, “It’s not fair! Everyone else gets to see her tits close up, but all we get are the pictures.”

Twilight looked down the hall. Two boys were headed her way! She cursed and looked the other way. Maybe if she was quick, she could get away without being noticed—

But a whole crowd of students were coming the other way! There was no way out!

She spun around and grabbed the doorknob, jangled it around, tried to force open the lock, but nothing happened. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Please,” she murmured as she heard the footsteps behind her stopped. “Please!”

The first boy laughed. “Score, dude!”

Twilight turned around and covered her exposed crotch. At least a dozen students stood in front of her, grinning and leering. The phones came out next. More students poured into the hall by the second, either walking to class or called in by their friends. They stared at Twilight, and now she had nowhere to run.

“Stop it,” she squeaked. Her breaths came out in shaking wheezes. “Stop looking at me.”

Giggles and chuckles and laughter, booming laughter, filled the air. Twilight squirmed, but it didn’t stop.

“Look at her tits!” someone yelled.

Twilight looked down, only to find that the post-its covering her breasts had fallen off! Her perked nipples stuck out sharply. She yelped and threw her hands up to hide them—an action that only uncovered her wet nether lips and earned another cheer from the crowd. Twilight moved her arms and hands wildly, trying everything she could to cover up, but nothing seemed to work. No matter how she moved, there was always something uncovered.

“What a slut,” someone in the crowd called. “Bimbo.”

“Yo, if we asked, do you think she’d suck us off?”

“Man, you should just grab her! Look, she’s already wet!”

“Go away!” Twilight shouted. Her face and her legs and her pussy all burned. “I hate this! I hate this!”

But the crowd was swelling, and moving closer. She closed her eyes and tried to block them out, but they wouldn’t leave. It was over. By the end of the day, Twilight knew her virginity would be gone. She wasn’t walking out of CHS today as anything more than a whore—

For a moment, everything slowed down. With a piercing shriek, Twilight lifted herself from the wall, spun around, and kicked open Redheart’s locked door.

The entire crowd recoiled at the sound of splintering wood. Twilight stared at her work for a second—before pain exploded in her foot, shocking her back into reality. As the crowd tried to understand what had just happened, Twilight limped inside and slammed the door shut. She grabbed a nearby chair and propped it up under the doorknob, making her own makeshift lock.

Twilight stared at the door and watched it shudder a few times. Soon, though, it calmed, and the screaming behind the door seemed to disappear.

Twilight’s knees buckled under her. She just barely caught herself on Redheart’s desk. Panting, she kicked off her flip-flops and stumbled over to the examination table. Her arms shook as she climbed onto the table and laid down.

The silence of the darkened office surrounded her, and the cool breeze from the fan above washed over her naked, sweaty body. She took in deep, gulping breaths. Surely Redheart would be back soon. Twilight just had to wait.

Once again, those taekwondo classes had come in handy. Twilight made a mental note to thank her parents for enrolling her—although, doing that would probably mean having to admit why she had kicked a photographer in the face, and broken a piece of school property. Hrm. Maybe she would wait until she was an age where they couldn’t ground her.

But it wasn’t like any of this was her fault, right? Miss Harshwhinny was the one who wouldn’t help her, that freshman made her drop her towel, Celestia and Luna abandoned her so they could have sex... She was innocent!

Are you? You just showed yourself off to hundreds of students.

“I didn’t show myself off,” she muttered, resting her hands on her thighs. A tingling feeling ran through her. “I was trying to hide!”

And you didn’t do a very good job... everyone saw you. Everyone. They have pictures, video. Everyone in town is gonna know what your pussy looks like.

Twilight bit her lip and brushed a finger along her labia. Arousal already gushed. “Yeah. They are.”

Yesterday, you were the smartest girl in school. Now you’re just a sex toy. You don’t think every boy in school isn’t already planning on jacking off to your photos? They’re gonna print them out and cum right on your pretty little face.

With a moan, Twilight dug a finger into her loose folds. “No...”

Yes. You might as well start coming to school naked now. It doesn’t matter. Everyone’s already passing around the pictures. They know your tits, your big ass. They all want to fuck you—you should let them.

“Where?” Twilight asked the air. She cupped one of her breasts and massaged it, running her fingers along a nipple. With her other hand she dipped two fingers into her pussy and dragged them around her pulsing walls. “Here?”

Yeah, that’s right. You let all of those Freshmen see you there. You wanted that secretary to eat you out. You already gave Miss Cheerilee a taste. What’s the problem with letting the entire school do it?

Twilight rubbed at her clit and groaned.

Just imagine what’s gonna happen when the door opens. Everyone’s gonna see little Twilight Sparkle masturbating, and they’re gonna love it. All the boys are gonna come in, and you’re not gonna have anywhere to run to. They’re gonna take out their cocks, and spread your legs, and open your mouth...

“Yes, yes!” Twilight spat, arching her back. “Oh goddess, yes!”

And they’re gonna fuck you right on this table. They’re gonna cum in your nice pink pussy, and down your throat, and all over your stomach. You’re gonna be their little whore.

The pressure in Twilight’s loins had risen to a fever pitch. She felt like she was about to explode, about to burst. “Yes, yes,” she said, sliding her fingers in and out, in and out. Slick noises slid through the air. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

And everyone’s gonna record it. You’re gonna be all over the internet. ‘Virgin whore gets gang-banged.’ Because that’s all you are.

Eyes bulging, tongue lolling, Twilight spread her legs as wide as they would go.

A naked,

She clamped both hands to her cunt.

little,

The chair holding the door closed fell.

whore.

The door flew open and Nurse Redheart walked in, flanked by scores of students holding phone cameras. “What is going on in here?”

Twilight screamed and nectar spurted from her pulsing pussy, bathing the table in her lust. She heard the roar of the crowd, heard Redheart’s shrieks, heard the door slamming shut again—but she didn’t care. Pleasure ripped through her veins and into her brain. She pressed down hard on her clit, trying to make the orgasm last as long as possible. She felt her lovejuice flowing past her fingers, covering her hands...

And then it was over. Twilight collapsed onto the table. Warmth coated her bones. She closed her eyes and smiled—

Until Redheart slammed a hand down, right next to her head. “Miss Twilight Sparkle,” she seethed. “What is the meaning of this... this... ugh!”

Twilight stared up at the nurse. “I’m sorry,” she said through shaking breaths. The reality of the situation had begun to hit her, and instinctively she moved her hands to cover her damp cunt. “I didn’t mean—”

“Never in my twenty-year career have I seen something so stupid,” Redheart said, backing away. She grabbed a pair of rubber gloves and a roll of paper towels. “First you streak around the school, then you tackle Miss Cheerilee, and now you masturbate in my office?!”

“It’s not like that!” Twilight cried. “It was an accident!”

“You masturbated accidentally?”

“Well, no, but—”

“I hope you realize that every student in the school has seen you like this,” Redheart muttered as she cleaned up Twilight’s honey. She ripped off a few sheets and handed them to Twilight to clean herself. “None of those pictures are ever gonna go away. Everyone’s gonna know what you look like down there for the rest of your life.”

Twilight nodded and wiped herself up. As she mulled over Redheart’s words and wiped her clit, though, she felt a familiar tingling.

That night, Twilight took a long shower—probably longer than any she had ever taken before. She lifted her head and let the hot water run down her limbs, washing away the sweat and the dirt.

Twilight had spent the rest of the day in Principal Celestia’s office, explaining what happened and trying not to look at the hickey on her principal’s neck. After hearing what happened, the school opted not to punish Twilight, and not to tell her parents what had happened. The discovery that both of Twilight’s parents were rather successful lawyers apparently didn’t quite sit well with Celestia.

The secretary stared at her ass when she walked in, and stared at her tits when she walked out.

The pictures and videos had gone up on MyStable by the end of the day. Luckily, whether by some act of fate or just mere coincidence, the MyStable moderators had chosen that day to actually enforce the rules for once, and everything was taken down for violating the rules on sexual content. CHS students, scared of being banned, stopped posting it, meaning that what could have become a national news story was now destined to become a mere CHS legend.

Still, that wouldn’t stop the other boys from jacking off to their memories.

Twilight sighed as she dried off her hair and slipped into a robe. Steam rushed from the bathroom when she opened the door and stepped into her cold bedroom. It was mere minutes to midnight, and Twilight really should have been in bed already. But she couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened; couldn’t stop thinking about how everyone had seen her most private places, had seen her climax on the nurse’s table.

A bead of liquid rolled down Twilight’s leg.

Twilight laid a hand on her blanket—but only for a second. She turned away and headed for the large window at the other end of the room. It ran from the ceiling to the floor, and Twilight knew no greater pleasure than sitting in front of it on a rainy day, reading.

She slept on the third floor of the house, and this window looked out onto the busy street below. Even at midnight, cars raced by, and citizens walked the streets.

Twilight took a deep breath. She undid her robe and let it fall to the floor.

She stood for a moment like that, licking her lips as the cold November air wisped through her legs, along her stomach, up to her breasts.

She sat down in front of the window, legs spread wide. If anyone down there were to look up, they would get a full view of her wet clit, would get a full view of her small breasts.

Good.

Twilight slid her hands between her legs and masturbated in front of the window. She closed her eyes and imagined a crowd below, waiting for her to explode all over her hands again. She imagined an older man stopping his car to watch her, pulling down his own pants and jacking off along with her. She imagined being filmed again—Twilight Sparkle, the Streaking Whore of Canterlot.

The orgasm rushed through her. She squirted onto the glass.