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Screwing Around By GivingSpider
Streaker(s) Equestira Girls Vinyl Scratch, Trixie and Maud Pie.

Pinkie suddenly stopped walking. Her hair shot straight up and her elbow started to itch. Her right foot began tapping without her consent and the color blue just didn’t exist anymore. Everything faintly smelled like skittles and M&Ms and she had a very firm grasp on how to boil sap for syrup. Without another thought; she turned on her heels and silently made her way to the doors. Canterlot High was about to get a visit from something odd. The grand doors opened as she approached and Pinkie averted her eyes. She didn’t look at the figure entering the school and made an effort not to. The doors closed behind her and she suddenly forgot why she stepped outside. With a shrug she went back inside and went on to tackle the day.

Screwball grinned to herself as the definition of hyperactive walked past her. The innocent and bubbly young woman was always the first to know that mischief was afoot; but never once caught onto her games. Screwball confidently marched onward as her swirled eyes took in the hallway and its occupants. She paused at a locker and her eyes slowly darkened. Her reflection greeted her. Screwball settled on a pair of faded grey jeans that were snug enough to subtly show off her tight posterior. A light purple long sleeve shirt kept her grapefruit breasts to herself. She thought she would try something new with her hair and went with dreadlocks. Her thick purple hair now seemed to be a nest to a clutch of small white snakes. To a certain kind of person she would be quite desirable; but she wasn’t looking to attract a suitor.

Screwball was on a mission.

Her eyes flashed and the reflection vanished. She wandered the hall and observed the students. She beheld a very diverse group of young men and women who lacked a certain degree of self-liberation as well as a rather tragic willingness to live according to an annoying code of ethics that was imposed by the school. The trickster was willing to pretend to fall in line when it was needed but to actually have a degree of respect for it was something just very foreign to her. The years spent observing the world in her father’s absence did give her a lot of insight to the world; but also left her with a rather cynical view of it. It was as if the general public was begging to be ruled and used. It even seemed that many of them wanted to be abused. There were a great many who looked at her and incorrectly assumed she was one of them. Anyone who thought she could be manipulated met with strange fates.

Screwball continued her confident stride without any real direction in mind. Sure she would attend class and give the façade of making an effort but there was nothing that the school could teach her. The only reason why she wasn’t masquerading as an adult was that teenagers were just too much fun. Not only did they rarely fail to react to her tricks but they bounced back so quickly that she was free to keep meddling. Everyone chalked her up to being weird but not weird enough to be the cause of some of the commotions.

The exception was Sunset Shimmer; but they had an unspoken agreement. Sunset stayed out of her way and Screwball stayed out of hers. Screwball had no doubt that in a game of wits and will; Sunset was not an equal. The only reason she made an effort to keep the peace was that her father wished it.

The innocent devil grinned as she strolled along. Her father gave her a task for the day; something she was good at. Screwball was specifically told to have an exploratory sort of fun. There were a lot of ways to interpret it.

She stopped in her tracks at a glimpse of public display of affection. Trixie someone she respected and Vinyl was more of a grey area. Catching the two of them holding hands was a surprise. Screwball smiled at the lack of an openly apparent justification for their actions. Whatever common ground they found, she was confident that it probably didn’t make much sense. Screwball watched them disappear into the sea of faces and then paused in her thoughts. She looked at a locker and summoned her reflection. Her eyes met the ocular orbs of the girl staring back at her.

“Do you think we’re gay?”

Her reflection shrugged and seemed to ponder it. Screwball dismissed the image and turned to face the students again. She never thought about it. She had seen a fair amount of students preferring the company of their own gender; she just never gave it any extended thought. As she leaned against the locker she made brief eye contact with a student whose mind was somewhere far away.

Screwball found herself focused on a girl who was a very bland looking person. She had straight hair with a color that she silently described as dull lilac. Her expression was neutral and her eyes seemed about a third closed as if she was disinterested in everything. Her skin was a lifeless grey that went well with her faded shirt that used to be a vibrant dark blue; now reduced to a dulled tone. Her faded blue jeans were equally boring. Her average frame contradicted her confident stride; her sleepy march looked like it could turn into giving someone a face full of fist if certain conditions were met. Screwball silently followed her. She knew Maud Pie by name but never made time to learn much else. Whoever she was; she had mastered the art of being so unremarkable that she was practically invisible. The child of chaos was intrigued. Maud clearly had something to hide. Either she had a dark secret or she was just committed to keeping her body out of the minds of others.

Screwball blinked as a smirk came over her. Curiosity turned into an idea and the idea turned into a plan. She could fulfil her duty to her father while figuring out her recent conundrum. She carefully glided along the hall while staying close to other students on their mindless march.

Maud blinked and paused in her steps. She had a feeling that somewhere, somehow, a duck was watching her. With an exasperated groan she resumed her pace. There most likely wasn’t a duck in the hall but it was going to be one of those days. Maud found herself pausing again as her shoes failed to stay on her feet. She turned and stared coldly at the footwear. A tug at her shirt from behind caused her to whip around with closed fists. When she saw no one in range of touching her, she glared at the crowd. No one even noticed her presence. A few heavy breaths later she turned to retrieve her shoes. A sudden and violent pull yanked off her shirt. In the few seconds of recoiling she lost sight of her garment.

Screwball paused and wasn’t surprised by the grey bra. Her eyes centered on the startled girl’s chest. With a snap of her fingers the bra unsnapped and flung itself into the crowd. Screwball took the moment to consider the sight of petite, perky breasts. They were maybe a bit larger than her own. The trickster grinned as one of the students noticed the topless girl in the hall. One became four. Four became a dozen. Not a word was spoken but a lot of thoughts were had. With a shrug she concluded that exposed boobs weren’t particularly arousing. They were nice but not enough to answer her personal question. Screwball needed to see more than a healthy pair of young tits.

Maud was too stunned to do much. Her mind was screaming at her to cover herself or try to retrieve her shirt. Her hands however seemed to have something else in mind. Eyes widened as her fingers moved without her consent. The zipper of her pants was undone and the article of clothing casually dropped to her ankles. Screwball wasn’t the only one who was now staring at a thin layer of blue cotton that covered the most personal region. The almost fully exposed youth abruptly found her will to move and gave up on applying reason to what happened. Maud bolted down the hall. The sensible thing would be to make it to through the gym, into the women’s locker room and to her locker where a set of sports clothes would be found. Screwball nimbly moved behind her as she carefully aimed her left hand.

Maud suddenly tripped over her own feet and landed hard on her hands and knees. Screwball paused and had to admit that the pose was quite enticing. She considered helping herself to a doggie style dry humping just to see how it felt; but instead she focused on the task at hand. Maud suddenly felt slightly cooler in her backside and with that she froze. Her panties were just suddenly gone. On top of that, her socks also vanished. Every inch of skin was on display and she had nothing to hide it with. Screwball took several moments to just take it all in. The grey skinned girl had a very firm pair of cheeks and her untouched flower was also something worth staring at. Maud got to her feet but the brief view of her tiny asshole was enough to imprint an image in her mind. Screwball grinned to herself. One of the most confident souls in the school was now so vulnerable. Screwball raised her hands and Maud’s own arms were lifted. Screwball dropped her hands and twisted her wrist and the nude puppet spun to face where she was standing. Another good look at her frontal offering was taken. Screwball shifted her gaze upon the exposed and shaven pubic region. Virgin folds of flesh caught her eyes and soon became a fleeting look at nice buns as Maud spun and resumed her running.

Screwball quickly perused her prey and took a moment to enjoy the thrill of the hunt. She wasn’t feeling any closer to her answer but she was having fun. Screwball snapped her fingers and Maud was firmly pressed chest first into a wall. Her wrists were raised and her legs were spread. The spawn of the swirled abyss turned invisible and got a closer look; she didn’t want to deny other students the show. Maud remained still only because she couldn’t move. Her breathing was growing erratic as the unseen puppeteer inched closer. Screwball knelt down and took in bare legs and the tight tush. Her vagina and anus were on display and Screwball wanted to bite. Maud stopped breathing as she felt someone’s breath on her lower lips. Someone was definitely behind her and close enough to do more than touch her unspoiled nethers.

Screwball focused on the two tempting entrances to the now trembling offering in front of her. Maud did have a nice body and the booty was a constant part that drew her eyes. The firm and supple cheeks and the forbidden region enclosed within seemed to taunt her; entice her to penetrate. The idea of a captive partner did inspire a distinctive heat in her own body. Screwball stood up and firmly gripped the naked hips of the young woman behind her. Maud almost jumped as the sudden contact. She did jump when someone’s pelvis thrusted once against her. Screwball released her grip in favor of again kneeling behind her captive. With low and careful motions she gently gripped the bootyfull bounty.

At being very clearly groped; Maud was given a strong shot of adrenaline. She violently threw herself backwards and could distinctly feel someone under her back. Whoever it was; they lacked a bulge and had breasts. Maud quickly scrambled to her feet and her jaw dropped when she saw no one was there. There were plenty of students staring at her fully exposed assets but no one was close enough to put blame on. She stood still in her mild trance while the appreciative students admired her body. Without a word she bolted down the hall.

Screwball silently uttered a few choice curse words as she got up. Maud was a lot stronger than she looked. The minstrel of madness got up and took a moment to shake off the mild dizzy spell while catching her breath. As much fun as the chase was; actually catching her prey was more satisfying. Having the female pinned to the wall was absolutely delicious. Giving a solitary hump then a grope was a bit more interesting than she expected. Screwball carefully stepped into a girls restroom and undid her invisibility before stepping back out. The sight of Maud in her birthday suit while in a dead run was an image that she would not soon forget. The memory of lightly bouncing breasts and that well shaped bottom along with the forbidden fruit below was more tantalizing than she thought it might be. She stepped along the hall as if nothing happened and slowly the students resumed their routine. A glance at a clock on the wall told her that she still had half an hour before class started. She had time for more fun and games.

Screwball roamed the halls in search of new victims. She concluded that the female body was very appealing to her; but a second run to confirm it couldn’t hurt.

Screwball paused when an opportunity presented itself. Lost in the sea of faces crowding the library was an interesting scenario that was begging to be exploited. She wasn’t sure how she wandered into the school library but was happy to have found what was in front of her. Her brief encounter with Trixie and Vinyl left a lasting impression on her, this second round somehow made a more significant one. Vinyl had Trixie lightly pinned against a heavy bookshelf with her body while carefully caressing a leg with a few hand while kissing her. Screwball found herself a constant observer of make out sessions, but this time she wanted a more vivid show. Seeing Maud naked made her conclude that she did have interest in her own gender. Seeing two more young women meant that her second experiment would yield results twice as potent. At least that was her logic as she slowly crept back while re-applying invisibility. Screwball watched and waited then had an idea. She wasn’t just out for her own interests; her father did give her a task. Chaos needed to be satisfied one way or another.

Screwball took a deep breath and focused her energy. She opened herself to her power a bit more than she had for earlier spells. With a bright flash the library became a much more populated cafeteria. Screwball was unnoticed by the students and to her delight so was her subjects. She raised her hand and aimed at the two girls and with a grin, she channeled her energy.

Trixie prided herself on her abilities. The power to attract someone and ensnare them in her web was one of her talents. Vinyl was a bit distant at times and wasn’t much of a conversationalist but Trixie graded her as worthy of her attention. Plus the musically inclined girl had an extensive grasp on showmanship. Trixie deeply breathed in the scent of her hair and almost blushed as she dared make a go at second base. Her eyes grew and she held her breath as she noticed that all Vinyl had on was her shades. Her girlfriend was suddenly…very… forward about her desire for Trixie. Not that Trixie could blame her. Trixie could understand why anyone would want to get in her personal space when she was naked.

Trixie stopped thinking when she realized that she was also without clothes. Vinyl pulled back and just stood still. Trixie couldn’t see her eyes but it was clear that she was startled. Screwball inched closer; an action that required pushing past other students. One exposed pair of boobs got attention, two pairs naturally did it better. Judging by the dropped jaws and trouser tents; two naked women making out took priority over everything else. Screwball took a moment to admire the bodies in front of her. Both of them were a bit bigger in the chest. In her opinion, Vinyl had a better butt but Trixie was a bit more curved in the hips. Trixie reached for her waist as if intending to grab for something but stopped when reminded that she had nothing.

Both now fully exposed young women bolted for the cafeteria exit. Screwball admired their bouncing breasts as well as their decision to charge together to get anywhere but where they were. She effortlessly glided along behind them as they raced. Trixie had a great deal of agility and kept balance despite her speed and desperation. Vinyl on the other hand was more erratic. Trixie dodged students in the way; Vinyl knocked them over. She lost her shades at one of the clashes. Screwball grinned as she kept a small distance behind them. Both girls had nice posteriors. During strides where there legs were spread she could get generous glimpse of pussies and anuses. The tempting flesh as well as their vulnerability was quite arousing. Screwball briefly wondered what her reaction would be if she targeted male students. She shook the thought from her head. Maybe another day she would find out. For now she had two quite quick displays of womanly allure to focus on. She lunged between students and over floored ones. A thought occurred and when no one was looking she teleported around the corner. Screwball braced for impact as she stepped forward right into the path of the crimson eyed beauty.

As predicted, Screwball was knocked down. She deeply inhaled and time slowed down. As she fell she got an extended look at the swaying breasts of Vinyl. She descended further while carefully turning her body to remain facing upward. Her calculations were rewarded as Vinyl stepped over her. Screwball was an inch off the ground and got a glorious view of a bare vagina. She hit the floor hard but had no regrets. The chase was over but she was quite satisfied.

Screwball continued the rest of the day in a mild trance. Images of her three subjects had her attention better than anything a teacher had to say. Screwball attended class physically but her mind was stuck on her self-discovery. Her day continued and abruptly halted when a pair of hands pulled her into a supply closet. The day’s events didn’t matter but the sudden abduction got her attention. Three fully clothed and quite cross girls stood between her and a closed door. The spawn of chaos paused and considered her options. Use of magic would reveal her true nature. There was no denying that she was one of the more appreciative members of the audience but she could still hide that she was the cause of the incident. She soundly gulped as Maud slipped behind her and grabbed her wrists. Screwball’s arms were forced over her head while Trixie dropped to her knees and tightly hugged her legs. Vinyl soundly cracked her knuckles and stepped forward.

Screwball braced herself for what looked like a solid strike to the face. It never came. Instead the school’s most recognized DJ tipped Screwball’s shirt right off her body. Her eyes widened and Maud quickly pulled her wrists behind her back and held them with one hand. The other snapped around and covered her mouth. Screwball struggled as Vinyl casually unsnapped her pink bra while Trixie unzipped her pants. The aspiring magician removed Screwball’s shoes, socks and pants with a great deal of finesse despite her kicking. Her pink panties were yanked down with equal grace. Maud kept her grip as Vinyl moved back to the door. Panties were stuffed into her mouth as the door opened.

Screwball was very firmly ejected from the closet and onto the floor. She landed on her hands and knees and a very sizeable crowd caught a good look at her body. Her pink and white dreadlocks used to be the most interesting part of her body. At the moment it was a tight race between her breasts and butt. She stood up and felt the weight of a lot of eyes on her. A muffled swear came out before she removed the underwear from her mouth. A distinct chill shot up her spine as four pieces of cloth came out. There was no quick way to cover her back and front doors. Screwball dropped the cloth and did the first thing that came to her mind. She ran. Maud made a calculated dash for the gym earlier, logically she could get a set of clothes for herself. Her breasts noticeably swayed as she charged down the crowded hall. Her virgin flower and unpenetrated butt drew a lot of eyes and subtle whistles. It somehow seemed that her naked body was more wanted than the three that they saw earlier. Her face paled as it dawned on her why. She had warmed up the crowd. Three sudden streakers in one morning; all of them were hoping for an encore.

Screwball rounded a corner and her eyes caught a bright yellow sign that inspired dread. The wet floor sign was a fair warning but it didn’t come soon enough. Her bare feet hit slick floor and she tumbled down. She managed to protect her head in the heat of the moment and found a way to end up on her back. She lay there for a moment to catch her breath. Her extended audience thoroughly enjoyed seeing her now glistening damp breasts and pussy. She scrambled to get up but lost traction in her haste and only managed to turn over. Now her bottom was on display for the crowd. The fun she had that morning was now a faint glimmer as humiliation mounted. She slowly got up to her hands and knees and carefully got up to her feet. Reluctantly she walked over the slick floor. As much as she wanted to get past quickly; she couldn’t bare falling again. Her eyes stayed glued to the floor. She couldn’t stand to look at the students. She had to endure a slow walk of shame over a wet floor. Screwball reached the end of the obstacle and quickly went into a full run. Her breasts swayed as she charged, much to the delight of students but she endured it.

In the back of her head; the morning was starting to not be worth it.

Screwball abruptly halted and half threw herself into a supply closet. Getting gym clothes or a spare set there was not an option. The three might have prepared for that and probably took steps to make that a fruitless quest. She slowly opened the door and peeked around. No one was in sight. She closed the door and spawned a set of clothes to cover her shame.

Maybe groping Maud was a bit too far.

She emerged from the room and slowly moved down the halls. Screwball froze when she encountered her three earlier victims. They firmly stared at her as they approached. She planted her feet and growled. If they dared touch her; she would do more than reveal herself to about being revealed again. Trixie and Vinyl moved past her without incident. Screwball slightly turned; unwilling to let them out of her cone of vision until she was sure she was in the clear. A firm swat on her rump made her snap her gaze back to Maud.

“Calling it even, Screwy” Maud slowly said.

“Why do you think I had anything to do with it?”

“Your hair always smells like cherries and pickles” Maud deadpanned in response. “We got you back, so we’re cool. Kinda hard to hold a grudge when random nudity just happens around here. But if you do it again…we’re gonna paddle you.”

Screwball could have turned her into a newt but in the moment it was hard not to be intimidated.