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Skyclad By GivingSpider
Streaker(s) EQG Tree Hugger

A light breeze swept through golden autumn leaves, producing a crisp and faint melody of nature. Tree Hugger smiled as she opened her ears and heart to the voice of Gaia. Time spent meditating under a lone tree outside Canterlot High was never wasted; unlike most time spent inside the brick walls. It wasn’t that she felt that getting an education was important, it was just that the learning conditions and practices were more of an endurance test instead of an experience. She leaned back until her head reached the rough bark clad giant behind her. In a few months this place would be slowly fading into a distant memory and the present would be about making a future as a Homeopathic Pediatrician or as a Yoga instructor. All she had to do was keep breathing and keep moving.

The young druid deeply breathed. The faint breeze was comforting and not too cool. If she wasn’t in public she would consider removing the shirt and skirt made of hemp and cotton to feel nature’s kiss on her bare skin. Her soul may belong to the divine but the body belonged to her; and she was very fond of her body. Tree Hugger rose to her feet and proudly stretched her arms to the sky while keeping her heels together. She was unashamed of her mortal shell. Her slender and flexible limbs matched her petite frame. Her small, rounded breasts accented the shape of a young woman. She heard that her hips and butt were a welcome sight to quite a few male students as well some of their female counterparts were silent fans. One particular student with emerald eyes and an extensive knowledge of insects was given the privilege of touching her bare chest. Tree Hugger was open about herself but would never expose herself before a crowd of hormonal teenagers.

She shuddered at the thought of being stripped naked and reduced to a giant stress ball made of flesh. Her body was her temple and it had the right to be respected as such. She came out or her stretch and just as slowly bent over until her fingertips reached her sandal clad feet. Being a bent over female always drew a few prying eyes; but the tree behind her gave no judgement. The spirit of the oak might be silently grateful for the slight display of her supple bottom but for the beauty of the body; not for the perverse things that could be done in her stance. Tree Hugger found herself musing over the gentle curiosity of Facade while he felt her skin.

The loud ringing of the school bell snapped her from her pose. She overstayed her time outside and was now late for class. One step turned into a mad dash into the school. With the energy of a predatorily cat but half the grace she charged through crowded halls. A few were almost knocked over and a few made admirable displays of dexterity as they dodged. Her tardiness count was slowly growing and this one would end up with possibly more than a lecture and detention. Tension mounted as she flew through the sea of faces. Her choice to go without a bra was now very evident to her any anyone who caught a glimpse of bouncing breasts beneath her top. She did her best to shut it out. She had bigger problems. Being a little late for class was one thing; missing a class entirely was another.

The young souls stopped abruptly as slowly turned her head at a clock. It’s passing in and out of her cone of vision was fleeting but lasting. She was not five minutes late. She was not ten minutes late. The class ended four minutes ago. It would take a great deal of apologizing and possibly groveling to make this one go away. Tree Hugger sighed deeply and just walked. There really wasn’t any point in running. It was the last class of the day; it wasn’t like she had another one to rush to after seriously licking boot. Her eyes remained at her feet as she moved and was stopped only when she caught sight of the last pair of feet she wanted to see.

Vice Principal Luna was a person who usually always meant business. From her cold and determined stare to her stance she made it very clear that she was someone to be respected. Tree Hugger had to admit, she was downright intimidating sometimes. Maybe if she opened her Chakras every now and then it would be different but today was not a good day to tell her to chill. Luna’s aura was committed to a decision and nothing would change it. The physical embodiment of authority regarded the flower child with a firm gaze. Her arms were folded just under her breasts and her left hand was holding an object that Tree Hugger was growing curious about but couldn’t look away from the stone cold gaze.

“Frequently being late for class is one thing” Luna abruptly said without averting her eyes. “Missing a class entirely is a completely different thing. I stood here waiting to see when you would come out from under the tree. If I knew I would be here for the entire duration of a period I would have brought a chair.”

Tree Hugger had a momentary lapse in judgment and dared to ask a question.

“If you knew I was out there why didn’t you get me?”

Before words came out she knew it was a bad idea. As she spoke the idea gradually sounded worse. By the time Tree Hugger was done speaking; she was pondering how a new word would be needed to be invented to describe how royally screwed she was. She had less than a second to think about it before Luna snapped at her.

“It’s not my job to make sure you get to class on time! That is the responsibility of the student! You think I enjoy these little ‘chats’? You think I enjoy telling students that they need to reevaluate their behavior and priorities? Well I don’t! I am not here as a teacher or a parent; my duties here, according to my job are Administrative! I should not have to be a disciplinarian!”

Tree Hugger shook from the powerful voice as it tore into her. Students in the hall were now making an effort to not appear to be listening in. The Vice Principal took a breath before continuing.

“Clearly giving you detention and a lecture isn’t getting through to you. Instead I will resolve this using more direct methods.”

Luna unfolded her arms in favor of letting her left hand hung at her side while the right clasped on her hip. Tree Hugger’s eyes went to the object that she briefly noticed earlier and made time to identify it. The Vice Principal was holding a wooden hairbrush. It was a simple tool with a white finish and three diamonds etched along the back. The now terrified youth took in Luna’s tone and confident stance and held her breath. She took a small step back and tried to get her eyes off the dreaded brush.

“I’m sorry but this needs to be done” Luna said sternly.

Tree Hugger resumed breathing. It was really going to happen one way or another. She froze once more when she remembered where she was. This was not a classroom or office. This was a crowded hallway full of students socializing and pretending to not be aware of her presence. She was staring down a spanking in front of a large audience.

“Hey” the small framed hippie said when she found her voice. “I get it. You’re mad and totally in a closed valve state but you gotta have a part of you that doesn’t want to go about it like this.”

Luna groaned before speaking.

“Tree Hugger. My mind's made up. This is happening. Clearly you know what’s coming.”

Luna’s voice and stare confirmed it. Tree Hugger glanced around at the sea of faces and shuddered. There was no taking it easy. There was no bargaining for a reduced sentence. The only way to hold onto a shred of dignity was to go quietly. The shaking druid gave one more look at the Vice Principals cold eyes and brought her trembling hands to her waist. Tree Hugger stepped out of her sandals and took a deep breath. She gripped the natural material and slowly pulled her shirt over her head. After neatly folding it she placed it on a window sill. She glanced out and saw the tree. It might be awhile before she could comfortably sit under it. With a heavy sigh she slowly removed the skirt and folded it before setting it on top of the shirt. With hesitation she pushed her thumbs underneath the final piece of clothing and removed them. She folded her panties and laid them on the small pile on the ledge and her eyes met Luna’s widened ones. A few whispers revealed that a lot of students were very surprised to see that her most personal region was shaved. On one hand she had no objections to her natural body hair but being naked in the forest felt more serene with only having hair on her head.

Tree Hugger drew a deep breath as she felt every pair of eyes take in her body. Her slender legs, her petite breasts and her shaven flower were fully exposed. She could feel them judging her; as if the only thing in the hall was this young, tight and vulnerable body. She made no attempt to cover herself. There was no point. Her body no longer belonged to her. Her sacred temple of flesh was now forever burned into the minds of everyone in the hall. The sounds of phone cameras testified that she would be remembered forever. The only thing redder than the cheeks on her face was the mental image of how her bottom cheeks would look when Luna was done with her.

With a deep breath she turned to face the wall. Tree Hugger leaned forward and placed her hands on a locker. Her legs were now slightly parted, giving a modest view of her untouched pussy and anus. She silently reminded herself that it would soon be over. Luna would tan her hide with the brush and she would be on her way. She just had to endure the hoard of horny eyes a bit longer.

The cold metal of the locker reminded her of the breeze outside. She tried not to think about what was coming. She closed off her mind to the world around her. It proved to be very difficult with her considering her butt was on display. In her leaning pose Luna had a very generous view and opportunity to dispense justice. Tree Hugger shuddered as the image continued to assault her mind. Her breasts swayed as her body uncontrollably shook. She slightly parted her feet to stabilize herself. Her most personal region was now on a more prominent display. Her lower lips were now more exposed and another shudder caused her chest to heave again. More pictures were taken.

“I was just going to send a letter to your parents” Luna half whispered as all the blood left her face.

Tree Hugger blinked. She looked at the very stunned Vice Principal and blinked again. There wasn’t going to be a very public spanking. There wasn’t going to be any possibility of videos online of her bare ass getting smacked by an older woman. There were plenty of photos and strong memories of her naked body floating around and probably a few videos of her undressing and presenting herself but a sore, red bottom wasn’t going to be part of the show. Her now extremely red cheeks were on display though. The young druid looked at the Luna and saw her slowly handing the brush to a student.

“I believe this is yours” she whispered as her eyes remain trapped on the fully exposed student.

“Yes…I must have forgotten it in the washroom” A fair skinned student with flowing purple hair replied as the misunderstood grooming tool was handed to her.

Tree Hugger slowly came up from her pose and looked at her clothes. In a flash of pink many students were knocked over and the window sill was now empty. Luna grumbled something about banning a student from having caffeinated beverages. The flower child didn’t care about that. All she cared about was that her clothes were now outside. With a trembling motion she took the first step forward. She marched barefoot through the call. Students who were still on the floor got a glorious look at her nether region as she walked.

The more she moved the more attention she seemed to be getting. Every pair of eyes was observing her body. Her breasts and now firm nipples were as popular as her toned butt and bare vagina. Her eyes went down to the floor as the shame mounted but could still feel their gazes. Her smooth skin and slender frame seems to be taunting them. Her most personal region exposed to the entire student body made her wish that she was about to wake up from a bad dream. The only mercy was that none of the students wanted to touch her. Not one hand grazed her hips. No student ‘accidentally’ bumped into her. Nobody’s palms found their way to her breasts. Her tight butt went un-groped. Everyone was content to watch and appreciate the naked body of a young woman and all the bits and pieces attached to it.

Her hands were again shaking as she started moving a bit faster. The weight of all the eyes was mounting. A shuffle turned into a walk. A walk turned into a hastened stride. Soon she was running through the halls. Her toned body moved with the grace and drive she had on her way inside but she had none of the dignity. If anything running made it worse. Her chest was now in motion and seemed to be more appealing to onlookers. In her run she lost the ability to keep her legs together to hide her bald love tunnel. Every step was enough of a stretch to reveal her flower for a fleeting moment. Her steps drowned out the clicks of phones but she knew they were happening. She wondered how many students got golden crotch shots as she bolted.

Her mind stopped working briefly as a familiar pink blur crossed her path. The pure soul trapped in a shell of rubber, adrenaline and laughter narrowly missed colliding with the poor girl but her balance was destroyed by the surprise. Down to the floor she went and she barely caught herself on her hands and knees. Tree Hugger groaned and caught her breath. She also froze and the blood drained from her face as her day got worse. She was not only naked and surrounded by boners and moistened slits. She was now on all fours. Her knees were spread for balance but that left both doors open. At this point she would have preferred having Luna turn her bum cheeks crimson. The humiliation of a loud brush spanking had to be better than being on the floor and accidentally presenting herself. The normally calm and withdrawn girl was now very focused on the physical world. She finally found her ability to command her limbs and shot back up to her feet.

Tree Hugger resumed her charge past the appreciative students. She forced heavy doors open and felt the air of the outside world on her skin. It was comforting to be outside but her torment wasn’t over. She reached the tree and gained the attention of a crowd of students kicking a ball around. Now she was being eyed by a toned and athletic crowd. Tree Hugger stopped at the tree and saw her clothes stranded in high branches. Climbing the tree would be easy, but it meant giving the young warriors a show. She breathed deep the scent of the tree and began her accent. Once again her knees were spread to reveal her downstairs but at least her breasts were mostly out of sight this time. A short scramble up was all she needed to get her shirt and a brief moment revealed a new problem.

The shirt was all there was. She had nothing else to block visual access to her temple. She looked and almost cursed under her breath. Her skirt was hanging from a small metal bracket used to help prop air conditioners. The preferred method of covering her womanhood was back where her run through Tartarus. She went back down the tree and once again the universe cashed out on bad karma.

A miscalculation resulted in her shirt catching a tree limb and tearing. The hemp and cotton garment was now no longer suitable for concealing her body. She planted herself back down and growled. This had to be a bad dream or a worse trip. Without a pause she ran back to the school. The doors were again thrust open and gradually the still loitering students became once again aware of exposed tits, pussy and ass. They all were being treated to another display of the allure of a fully nude female. Once again she was running through halls full of hormones while skyclad. Back through corridors and past smirks and phone cameras. One thing was for sure; this would never happen again. She would never miss another class. One naked run was bad. A second streak was worse. She swore to Gaia that there would not be a third. Tree Hugger simply could not handle another event of unwillingly sharing her body so freely. It might even be awhile before she could take another bare stroll through a secluded glade.

Tree Hugger reached the window of her discontent. With a deep breath she glanced out saw her only article of clothing that could be used as such. She had no idea what happened to her panties but didn’t care anymore. With a groan she bent herself over the sill and reached for the protective layer. She stretched and found her toes barely touching the floor. Once again her ass was on display and there was nothing she could do about it. Once more her assets here available and once again she was grateful that hands were kept off her body. The fully humiliated soul grabbed her prize and got her body back inside.

Covering her legs and intimate openings brought half of the show to a close, but her breasts were still out in the open. Luna was still stuck in a stunned state where Tree Hugger had left her. Eye contact was brief and had a much different aura than the last time. Clearly Luna would vividly remember a young, tight, virgin body streaking down the hall and back again for a long time. Tree Hugger stepped back into her sandals and groaned. She thought of the countless photos and videos collected during her naked tour of the school. Luna shrugged and turned to walk away.

“By the grace of Faust we haven’t been sued yet; and it’s only a matter of time before another student gets this kind of exposure. Maybe a week or month from now it will happen again and they will forget all about this.”

Luna’s words were comforting but didn’t help her exposed grapefruit boobs or rock hard nipples. With a sigh she turned to begin her trek home to forget that the day happened. She paused at the sound of a phone click behind her. After a brief moment she groaned and became aware of air brushing against her bottom. Clearly a decent tear was providing just enough skin to merit a small peek at her. She slowly reached behind herself and sighed. At the right angle her untouched flower was still visible. After two hesitant steps she heard an out of breath student stop a few feet behind her. Tree Hugger turned to see an exhausted Sunset Shimmer holding a phone in one hand and a very familiar pair of panties in the other. The newcomer took several breaths before making eye contact with the now mentally worn down hippie.

“Trade you the panties for a nude yoga pose.”

Tree Hugger glared at the proposal of bargaining for her own property but she was in a bind. She dropped the skirt and lifted her right leg. The very bendable student leaned her head forward and slowly brought her ankle behind her neck. Sunset’s jaw dropped and her phone almost followed. Tree Hugger’s lower lips were not just exposed but this time they were slightly parted. Sunset quickly took the opportunity before giving the exasperated Tree Hugger payment for the display. The occasionally needlessly cruel girl still had moments that made her wonder how changed she really was.

Then again; like Luna said it happened before and it would happen again. Seeing naked students was slowly becoming normal. Tree Hugger blushed when she put on the undergarment. Sunset didn’t give her back her panties. Sunset traded her own for a unique crotch shot.