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A Dazzling Display By Knackerman
Streaker(s) EQG Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze, Sonata Dusk

'The Dazzlings' were not so dazzling anymore. The outfits they had specially chosen for their last and greatest performance, where they would claim not only the Equestrian magic of their enemies but their birthright as sirens, hung in fruit and vegetable stained tatters off of their quickly pumping limbs.

How had they fallen so low so fast?

One moment they were standing on the cusp of triumph, full of more magical might than they had known since first being banished from Equestria! And the next? Being brutalized by a giant magical construct of an Alicorn made by a couple of simpering ponies in human form and their equally air-headed friends.

Even then they weren't ready to give up, they had tried to make a come back, they had tried to let their song weave its way into the minds of those they had held enthralled and draw even more power to put paid to their enemies once and for all. Sadly that was when the sound of their warbling, off tune voices had reached their own ears. That's when they had looked down in horror to see that their pendants had been shattered. And that was when a several salads worth of semi-rotten vegetation had been hurled at the trio from the once docile brainwashed masses.

They had no choice but to run.

But that didn't mean they had anywhere to go. They had used their power to manipulate and dominate everyone at Canterlot High and many people in the surrounding town. If even one of their former victims saw them... Captured them? The consequences didn't bare thinking out.

That's why they had spent the last few hours hiding in bushes and in thickets, still stinking of a day old salad bar, their hair and dresses tangled with twigs and leaves. "This is just fantastic Adagio," grumbled Aria Blaze. "This is exactly how I planned on spending my evening! Shivering in the dark hoping we don't get caught by an angry mob!"

"Quiet!" hissed Adagio Dazzling. She was their leader and, she had to admit, also the one who had gotten them into this mess. "Unless you want to attract said mob to us?"

"What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do!?" cried Sonata Dusk, panicking and on the verge of tears. She trembled in the shreds of her skirt and blouse, having been less careful than her compatriots as they had run and hid. Her shaking was as much due to the chill of the evening air as to her fear. "Without our gems we're powerless! What are we gonna do!?" she sobbed.

"What we're not going to do is start bawling like a bunch of lost children in the woods," scolded Adagio, despite feeling the urge to give into despair and have a good cry herself. "We need to stay calm and get back to our old hideout."

"You mean that shack under the overpass?" asked Aria with inappropriate snark, given the occasion.

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean," thundered Adagio, not in the mood for Aria's antics.

"But how are we going to do that?" asked Sonata, "It's so far away, and it's not like anyone is going to give us a ride!"

It was true. They'd never had a problem getting around before. They had previously just enchanted someone that knew how to operate one of the conveyances known as an 'automobile' and had a free chauffeur for anywhere they needed to go. They had done it enough that it was doubtful that they wouldn't be recognized if they just tried to hitch hike... And the state their outfits were in meant public transportation was out of the question if they wanted to avoid drawing undue attention. It would be a huge risk to just stroll through town. It was doubtful they could crawl back to their hideout to lick their wounds without being noticed in their present condition.

That's when Adagio had an idea. "Look, just calm down and leave it to me."

"Because that's worked so well, so far." muttered Aria sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest like a sulking teenager.

"Look," replied Adagio quietly and calmly. "Do you want to stay out here, shivering in these bushes all night in torn and reeking clothes, or do you want to sneak back to the auditorium and steal a few costumes to use as disguises?"

Sonata blinked, her tears and despair forgotten at the prospect of a change of cloths. "That might actually work."

Aria sneered, "Oh, Sonata agrees with your little plan? I guess that must mean it's fool proof," Aria tossed her hands into the air. "Fine, whatever. Let's just get it over with."

They had to wait and watch a little while longer to make sure the outdoor auditorium was mostly drained of people. There were still a few students who looked like they didn't have anywhere better to be who were loitering with friends, and a few obvious event staff bustling about and cleaning up the venue. The latter, however, worked to the Dazzlings advantage, as a stagehand left a door propped open as he wheeled several cans of trash to the dumpsters out back.

That was their way in.

Darting through the darkness, the girls hustled into the gloom backstage. To their relief, it seemed to be mostly deserted back here. They quickly made their way to wardrobe and, once sure that the coast was clear, began to peel themselves out of their sweat and vegetation stained outfits. Sonata was down to nothing more than her fingerless gloves and tiny purple necktie that hung between her pert breasts when Aria scoffed, "No wonder you were shivering. You didn't wear any underwear beneath your outfit!" It was true, Sonata was completely nude once she finished removing her accessories, though Aria's comments made her self consciously cradle her breast with one arm.

"So? It's not like either of you wore any either!" shot back Sonata, as she tried to clean the bulk of the vegetable detritus out of her long ponytail with her fingers.

"Yeah, but we had the sense to dress in layers!" shot back Aria as she peeled the stockings off of her long, lithe legs. Both her and Adagio's dresses now lay on the floor, and it was true that there were several layers of gossamer thin petticoats beneath the skirts of each. However, of other undergarments there was not so much as a stitch. Their tall boots and other accessories were in a pile in the corner. If this was going to work they couldn't wear anything that someone might recognize from their performance. Their disguises had to be completely unrecognizable as anything they had worn before.

"Give it a rest Aria!" called Adagio over one shoulder as she stood with one hand on her hip. She cocked her hips to one side, making an appealing silhouette of her buttocks as she eyed the rack of costumes. "You know none of us bother with underwear when we're performing. Bra straps just look tacky when you're wearing a shoulder exposing top and panty lines are just as bad in a thin skirt." Her fingers moved quickly through the outfits. Most were about as skimpy as the ones they had been previously wearing and wouldn't do much in the way of hiding their identities. Others, while clearly intended for males, had potential. The only downside was that they might be too bulky and ill fitting not to draw attention anyways. This might end up being trickier than Adagio had imagined.

Before that thought had a chance to finish entirely, the leader of the Dazzlings heard something. Voices... And they were coming closer. The girls looked at each other and each were wearing the same expression of alarm. They could see the shadows of an approaching group of what sounded like students. There was nowhere for them to hide! Their only option was to, once again, flee for safety. Adagio grabbed blindly for a set of outfits off the rack as she and her cohorts scrambled out the door and into the hallway. Their situation didn't improve there, as they just barely missed bumping into the stagehand from earlier who was just rolling the empty trash cans back from outside.

Fortunately the girls bare feet didn't make much noise as they barreled out the door they had snuck in and back into the sheltering night outside. To their relief, it seemed that there was no one around for the moment. Though the flickering fluorescent lights that buzzed overhead made strange shadows over their nude forms, the three couldn't help smiling at each other. The audacity of what had just happened, how that stagehand had almost gotten himself quite an eyeful if he had been paying attention, made the sirens in teenagers bodies giddy for some reason. Their relief, however, faded quickly as the door to the backstage area closed with a soft click... And they heard the unmistakable sound of an automatic lock sliding home.

Their eyes widened, faces a mixture of shock and terror. The Dazzlings turned as one and desperately clutched the doorknob, twisting and turning it to no avail. They were locked out! Adagio looked down at the outfits she had managed to grab before they'd been forced to bolt or be discovered. She'd managed to snag three tiny vests that were clearly meant to be worn with something else to cover their chests, as they were much too small to cover even Aria's modest bust. Velcroed to each was what, Adagio realized, three small star spangled capes that were so thin they were translucent. The girls stared at the meager shreds of clothing for some time before their gazes met again.

"Oh this is just perfect," fumed Aria, never missing a chance to complain.

It's not like they didn't try.

The Dazzlings waited as long as they could, trying desperately to remain out of sight. They took heart, briefly, when they saw that the parking lot was empty. That must have meant the last of the event staff had gone. They scurried around, from door to door, but each were locked... Even the dumpsters had large padlocks holding them closed. There was no shelter for them here, and no hope of getting back inside the backstage area to retrieve anything that they could use as actual clothing, let alone a disguise. It was when Aria was suggesting that they try to find a way to pick the locks that Adagio noticed the surveillance cameras.

How had she not noticed those before? It was obvious that they weren't monitored, otherwise the cops would have been called long ago to arrest the three naked teenagers that had been sneaking around for the last hour. Adagio preferred to believe that than to think some creep was enjoying his free show too much to spoil it by involving the police, though she didn't share this thought with the others. Either way, attempting to break in was out of the question, so they had retreated back into the dark night and the thick bushes. That was one thing that was on their side. The sky above was thick with clouds, so there was no errant beams of moonlight or even starlight to give them away. Which would have been more of a comfort if they still didn't need to get back across town naked.

The Dazzlings did the best they could with what they had.

Aria had the bright idea of folding the cape and doubling it up so that the translucent material would become more opaque. She had wrapped it around her chest into something like a tube top, but the tops of her dark areolas were still visible just above the band of material. She went bottomless, one hand cupped over her cunny while the other held her makeshift top in place. It made for awkward walking, and she struggled the most to keep pace, though they weren't able to move that quickly anyways. None had any shoes and their delicate feet were quickly becoming a mass of blisters as they trudged over dry grass and loose gravel. It was a relief when there were no cars around and they could walk on a smooth road or sidewalk.

Adagio, for her part, didn't care if anyone saw her bust. To her they were just two lumps of fat, mammary mammalian tissue that she had never had to bother with back in Equestria. Thus she had opted to go bare chested, with only a vest to make it look as though she was clothed from behind. Her bosom jiggled distractingly even at a walking pace, but she tried not to think about what this was doing to her back. She had followed Aria's lead and doubled up her cape into a kind of opaque miniskirt. Adagio had tried to make it into a makeshift bikini bottoms at first, but there just wasn't enough material to cover her ample posterior. Truth be told, what she had ended up with looked more like a large belt wrapped around her thick hips than anything else, and her ass was clearly visible poking out of the top and bottom of the thin band. Her pussy was just barely concealed, and when she had the opportunity to move at a quicker pace, she found the belt had an annoying habit of riding up, exposing her further. She tried not to ignore this, and instead focus on covering as much ground as possible, even if that meant if she were spotted then whoever saw them was likely to get an eyeful of everything.

Sonata seemed the least distressed of the trio, despite being the most exposed. She had chosen to wear her vest and wrap her cape around herself, as is. Though she clung tightly to the material, it did nothing to hide the shape of her body. Her pert breasts, nipples fully erect, seemed all the larger pressed between her tight clenched arms. The cape didn't even reach down to her waist, so that there was not so much as a stitch of cloth hiding her wobbling butt cheeks or the warm hairless cleft between her long lithe legs. Funnily enough, as she was the least encumbered, she was actually able to move the fastest of the trio. Which would've mattered more if that didn't mean she was also usually the first to be spotted.

They had no choice but to stick close to the roads both for navigation's sake and for safety. Stumbling around in the dark of night was a bad idea at the best of times, but it was certainly not an errand for the faint of heart clothed as they were. The risk of discovery were better than the promise of what thorn bushes and brambles could do to their more delicate parts. This worked out fine, save when they had to scurry across cross streets or plow headlong through neighborhoods.

It had been funny at first when on-coming traffic had swerved at the sight of the Dazzlings in the buff, but as time went on it seemed more and more were slowing down. The whistles and cat calls from the men, and even some women, weren't as bad as the blaring horns of angry motorists stuck behind that drew only more attention. As more and more people saw the Dazzlings in the lowly state they had fallen to, each girl felt the cold grip of anxiety twist in their bellies and the hot kiss of shame as it flared across their cheeks.

What was worse, the more they tried to conceal their bodies, the more they would inadvertently expose themselves instead. A nipple slip from Aria here, Adagio's skirt riding up more like a belly band there, and poor Sonata hunching over into an almost upright fetal position, not realizing anyone behind her would not only get a fantastic view of her ass but also the quivering womanhood that shivered betwixt her legs.

Even so, at least that attention could be vaguely construed as positive, though it flooded the girls with embarrassment and made it difficult not to just break down and cry. It was when motorist started climbing out of their cars that the girls really panicked. Be they concerned citizens, angry mothers, or people of less than noble intentions that got out of their vehicles to try and chase the trio down, the Dazzling's weren't having any of it! It was surprising how fast they could run barefooted, but being naked and afraid almost seem to lend them wings. Not that it helped them outrun their shame. Adagio had lost track of how many times they had found themselves crouched down, hiding in some tiny household garden, only to realize that they were showing three perfect round moons to the occupants inside, separated by no more than a pane of glass. Mothers covering their children's eyes and giving the girls thunderous looks were only marginally better than the looks halfway between disdain and lust from the men of the house.

Unsurprisingly, that had brought the tell-tale red and blue strobe of the local police into the mix. With their search lights sweeping the shadowy places between houses and in the ditches at the side of the road, it wouldn't be long before the Dazzlings would find themselves in captivity. They had been united in their cloud of shame up until that point, but when the threat of jail, and perhaps even prison came into the mix... well it was time to play the blame game again. Crouched amid a pile of trash on a corner that the garbage collectors had neglected, Aria hissed,

"This is all your fault Adagio!"

"My fault!?" exclaimed Adagio, "Sonata was the one that suggested we take this so called 'short cut' back to our hideout!" she said, hooking her thumb back at Sonata who was curled tight into a ball behind their leader.

"I-I thought this was the right way," she sobbed, almost bawling. The stress of their situation was really getting to her. "I mean it's hard to tell when we keep having to run and hide every few minutes."

"I don't mean about that!" spat Aria, "I mean about this whole situation! It was your idea to try and steal those high schoolers Equestrian magic. It was your idea to not immediately head back to our hide-out after we were defeated! And it was your fault that we stripped out of our cloths before we had even picked any disguises!"

"Oh, as if nudity ever bothered you before," Adagio prodded a finger into Aria's meager chest, "You were as eager to get out of those filthy rags as the rest of us! It was nothing but bad luck that we had to run. Or are you going to try and shift blame onto me for being the only one intelligent enough to grab any cloths before we were forced to flee?"

"I..." here Aria paused. "I didn't think it mattered at the time." And that was the truth of it. In Equestria they had never bothered with clothing before. To a siren, the depths of the ocean were the only concealment she would ever need, the rolling waves were her garments and the tide her hemline. Even the ponies on land rarely bothered with clothing, considering it more a choice of fashion than decorum. But these strange, mostly hairless ape bodies were different. Sensations and emotions flashed through them unbidden at the mere thought of being seen unclothed. Being caught in such a compromising position over and over, in the last few hours had felt like an eternity of shameful suffering. After so many years, the Dazzlings had thought they had finally gotten used to their human forms, but perhaps that wasn't really the case. "Besides," Aria rallied, "We had no way of knowing the door would lock behind us!"

"What, and you think I new it would!?" Adagio allowed herself a smirk. "If you haven't noticed, Aria dear, it's my ass that's freezing out here along side yours! If I had even an inkling that this was how our day was going to turn out I wouldn't have bothered rolling out of bed."

"Look on the bright side..." began Sonata, her tears having at last subsided.

"Don't say it!" cried Adagio and Aria as one.

"What? At least it's not raining?" asked Sonata with a shrug. As if on cue, a fork of lightning arced through the sky splitting the heavens in two followed by the rumble of nearby thunder. It didn't so much start to rain but to pour. The cloud cover that had seemed like a blessing at the start of the evening as they had been a waiting curse all along. The sky had been pregnant with the promise of rain for hours, and it would have started eventually whether Sonata had said anything or not. That didn't stop the twin glares of Adagio and Aria from burning a hole into the oblivious Sonata as their hair was plastered to the sides of their heads. For her part, Sonata only smiled awkwardly and made a makeshift canopy to cover her own head, unaware that she was only exposing more of her naked body to the elements.

The squeal of tires drew the girl's attention. A black van, steam rising from it as rain pelted it from above, blocked their path. A fiery maned unicorn was painted on the panel doored side, and before they had a chance to bolt, the door slid open. As the passenger side door to the front seat swung open, Flash Sentry leaned out and called "Get in!" Understandably, the Dazzlings hesitated. They might not be natives of this world, but they knew it was often a bad idea to climb into a stranger's van... Especially given the state of undress they were in. A fresh bolt of lightning and crack of thunder reminded them that they didn't really have much choice. The girls quickly piled in, and as a police squad car pulled onto the street, they sped away.

The interior of the van smelled like hot plastic and corn chips. The back of the van was jammed with speakers, instruments, and other equipment for Flash's band, 'Flash Drive', which was clearly written across the big bass drum that Sonata found herself leaning against. Aria was sitting on the one cleared off spot of seat in the back, but found that if there had ever been springs in the thing, they had long since compressed to nothing or been removed. Only Adagio had anything like a comfortable seat, sitting up front where the heater was on at full blast. "Sorry for the tight accommodations," he apologized, looking in the rear-view mirror and flashing a smile.

"They're fine I'm sure," snapped Adagio. Though she was grateful for his timely intervention, and even more so for the warm air that was washing over her soaking wet skin, Adagio didn't exactly trust Flash. She had seen him around Canterlot High of course. He was the kind of smarmy athletic type that girls who were really into Axe Body Spray would swoon over. She normally wouldn't so much as bat an eyelash at his existence, but in close proximity like this, she found herself growing increasingly uncomfortable. Though the tinted windows of the van gave her some shelter from any prying eyes outside, she found herself pressing an arm over her chest and a hand between her legs.

She couldn't really blame Flash for the way his eyes were roving over her body, or Aria and Sonata's either. She knew that they were gorgeous by this world's standards, and any teenage boy finding three nubile young teens in their state would think himself dreaming. Even so, that didn't mean Adagio had to like it, or that sparkly smile she was quickly beginning to think of as more of a smirk.

Though they had been close to their destination when Flash had picked them up, and it shouldn't have taken long to get their by wheeled conveyance, they had already been driving for close to half an hour. Adagio suspected they were going in circles. Before she could give voice to her suspicions, Aria called from the back, "So what's your angle?"

"Angle?" asked Flash, all innocence, feigned or not it was hard to tell.

"Yeah, your angle," continued Aria. "Do you just cruise around town hoping to pick up naked girls, or is there a special reason you picked up three people who were controlling your fragile little mind not long ago?"

"Aria!" shouted Sonata, "Don't be mean! He was nice enough to give us a ride when we really, really needed one. Don't be ungrateful!"

"No it's okay, I can understand where she's coming from." replied Flash as he looked into the rear-view mirror and gave Sonata another one of his infuriating smiles. "Truth be told, I hesitated at first. I know you girls are bad news, but when it started raining like that out of nowhere and you three were just sitting there in the garbage... I mean, I couldn't leave beautiful girls like you at the side of the road in such horrible conditions, could I? That'd just be heartless."

Adagio could hear Sonata giggling from the back seat. Was she actually falling for this drivel? Adagio knew Sonata could be simple, but even she had instincts. Surely hers were screaming as loudly as Adagio's own that something wasn't right? "So you had your eye on us for sometime then huh?" asked Adagio, sweetly enough to hide the jagged blade that this question actually was.

"Well sure. I think I just missed you when me and my band mates were coming backstage to pick up our amplifiers. The guys went on home, but I hung out for a little while, just to make sure I wasn't imagining things. When I saw you guys trying to hoof it..." Here his face colored ever so slightly. "I kind of panicked. I didn't know what to do. I mean after all the trouble you three caused for Canterlot High I was tempted to just call the cops. But seeing you three like that well..." he cleared his throat. "I had to follow you... to make sure you didn't get into any more trouble or get harassed by any creeps you know?"

"Oh, how chivalrous," intoned Aria, rolling her eyes. "So you could have given us a ride at any point but instead you waited until half the town had gotten a free show, we were knee deep in garbage, and caught in the pouring rain to do anything?"

"Wait, what?" asked Sonata as realization at long last dawned that their savior might not be quite the 'Good Sameritan' he was pretending to be.

"It wasn't like that, honestly!" cried Flash, his voice cracking. "Yes, you're right, I should've offered to help sooner. But, you know, the way you all were dressed. I was... I was too shy, too embarrassed. I couldn't think of how to approach you and not seem like a creep!" He paused as he made a right turn, "I mean, 'hey girls, you look like you could use a ride, care to climb into my nondescript van' isn't exactly at the forefront of things a guy should be saying to women even in the best of times. You probably would've run away screaming if it wasn't raining."

Adagio had to admit that at least that was true, given how she had reacted as soon as the van had stopped in front of them. And Flash certainly sounded sincere now, but if Adagio knew anything it was how sincerity could be faked. She grit her teeth. Was he telling the truth? Was he really just looking to help them out? Why?

Suspicious questioning wasn't likely to get him to lower his guard if he did have an ulterior motive. It was time to play along. "Well, thank you again for helping us when you did Flash." she said with a sparkling smile, "I just wish there was some way we could repay your kindness. I'm afraid as you can plainly see," and here she let her arm fall away from her chest, exposing her ample breasts that still shimmered with rain droplets, "Our lowly state has left us without a thing in the world."

Her smile widened as she watched the top of the teenagers ears turn a delightful shade of red. "Well, there is something you could do," he mumbled awkwardly. Adagio flinched and the smile froze on her face as she found Flash's hand caressing her thigh. And if he was shy before, he certainly wasn't now! His fingers trailed over her exposed flesh and dipped down to trail over her inner thigh. She felt every part of herself stiffen, but she forced herself not to react. Not yet. With one hand on the steering wheel, Flash pulled off of the road and into a secluded spot just on the outskirts of town. Had this been the destination he had planned for them all along? "You know, I kind of have a thing for redheads. I bet you and your friends could think of some... fun ways to repay me." He added with that awful, self satisfied smirk as he parked the van and cut the engine.

They had been standing on the cusp of reclaiming their power, their very birthright, which had been stripped from them centuries ago. They had been foiled by what amounted to a cheer-leading squad of high school girls. Their gems, the source of their power in this world, had been shattered. They had lost their dignity, stolen first when the crowd had pelted them with vegetables and again when their pride had been drug through the mud the last few hours as they had been forced to trudge naked and ashamed through town. And now, now to pile insult on top of injury, this pathetic hairless ape was pawing at her like she was his prom date! She, Adagio Dazzling, who had brought countless men to their knees!

She didn't know what she found more enraging. That this gormless man-child had the audacity to touch her without first asking permission and thought he would just get away with it, or that Aria and Sonata would be joining them for whatever 'fun' his perverted mind had conjured in the hours he had watched them suffering from afar. Her blood fairly boiled, chasing away the last of the chill that had settled into her bones over their long ordeal.

Adagio's smile thawed, and spread into a truly sinister grin. Flash's eyes were occupied ogling her body, and his hands were certainly far too busy for him to notice. But perhaps his ears picked up on the soft harmonics of promise as Adagio looked into the rear-view mirror and found two other sinister grins that matched her own. It was good to see that they were all on the same page for once. "Oh I am sure that we'll think of some way to pay you back for everything Flash," Adagio purred, her hand seizing Flash's own wandering digits with a squeeze. "Don't you worry about that."

Flash Sentry was found beaten, battered, and bruised, hanging upside down from the Canterlot High flagpole the following Monday. Insults, and other unflattering things, had been written and drawn on his nude body in thick black sharpie. He had lost consciousness from the rush of blood to his head. While the police were called to deal with this matter, Flash refused to say anything about how many and even who had attacked him. The following weeks of class were occupied by seminars and presentations devoted to anti-bullying, abuse awareness, and the importance of recognizing and combating 'rape culture' at Canterlot High.

Flash's van was reported as stolen, but was found stripped, burned, and abandoned not far outside of town. All of his band's equipment was later recovered from a pawn shop, and the stores owner reported that the equipment had been brought in by one red haired girl wearing ill fitting jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black jacket (all later confirmed by positive idea from a photograph to have previously belonged to Flash Sentry.). The name she used, Flash Basher, was an obvious pseudonym and has as yet returned no leads, nor have any other witnesses come forward.

The whereabouts of the student singing group known as 'The Dazzlings' remains unknown, and has not been connected to these unfortunate events.