The interior of Sugercube Corner bustled with student from CHS, evidence of it being a regular hangout for students. After the reveal that their friendship was ruined by an outside force, that outside force being Sunset; Dash, Flutters, Rarity, AJ, and Pinkie along with Flash, Derpy, Twilight, Spike, and the CMC went to the sweetshop to celebrate the return of their friendship. Another reason they chose Sugercube Corner was that Pinkie worked their part time.

As they all drank their shakes and smoothies and ate their sweets, they caught up with one another. They also talked about the other reasons their friendship broke up, such as Flutters supposedly calling Rarity a murderer for wearing fur, of which was said on Flutters’ Facebook, of which, was also orchestrated, possibly by Sunset.

“What did you say you are in Equestria again?” AJ asked, she and everyone else sat at an assortment of sofas in the middle of the sweet shop. “An ali-whatchamacallit?”

“Alicorn. It’s essentially a really powerful type of pony that has the horn of a unicorn and wings of pegasus.” Twilight answered as she sucked on her strawberry smoothie. “I’m one of the only four alicorns in existence. The other three include my mentor Celestia, her sister Luna, and my sister-in-law, Cadence.”

“With you being a Princess, does that mean you have a castle?” Belle asked after swallowing her chocolate cake.

“No, not yet.” Twilight said as she stirred the straw in her drink. “Right now Spike and I just live in the Golden Oaks Library with our pet Owl, Owlowicious.”

“Am I the only one weirded out by the fact that we’re talking to someone who is pretty much from another planet, or a universe, or whatever?” Dash asked. “Because you guys seem pretty cool with it.”

“Well, darling, she isn’t coming to invade, now is she?” Rarity asked jokingly, receiving a mocking look from Dash.

As the group talked amongst themselves, the crowd in the sweet shop dwindled. So much so, Pinkie saw an opportunity to take a break. She approached the group with her phone in her hands.

“You guys got to hear this.” She said as she plopped onto the sofa next to Dash. “Trixie dropped out of the race.”

“That’s not surprising.” Flash said from his spot at a table with Derpy in front of the sofas. “I-I mean…” He then took a large swig of his soda and spat it back into the tall glass. “Wait whaaat!?” He then mockingly threw himself of his chair and onto the floor and before scurrying to his feet. “Are you serious?! That is so shocking! I can’t believe it!”

This was met by a laugh from everyone and a short applause.

“Bravo dear Flash!” Rarity said as she clapped.

“Don’t quit your day job, bro.” Dash said with a chuckle.

“Thank you, thank you, I’m here all week.” Flash said as she bowed before looking at his watch. “Actually I’m here for only a couple minutes more, because I got to get to work. Can one of you drive Derpy, Twilight and Spike home when you’re done here?”

“I’ll take them home darling.” Rarity said as she raised her hand. “I got work as well anyway.”

“Okay cool.” Flash said as she slung on his school bag onto his shoulder. “I’ll see you guys at home.”

“Speaking of which I got work too.” Dash said before sucking down the rest of her shake. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

As she, Flutters, and Scoots made their way to the door, Dash stopped and turned to everyone else.

“By the way, everyone.” She said. “Sorry for being a… …well you know.”

“It’s all forgiven, darling.” Rarity said.

“Yeah, we were a little foolish.” Pinkie added.

Dash smiled and nodded before walking out, with Scoots and Flutters in toe, after they made their goodbyes.

Twilight sat back and let out a sigh.

“Mission accomplished, huh Twilight?” AJ said from her spot on the other sofa next to Applebloom.

“Not quite.” The former alicorn said. “I still got the race to win. By the way, Pinkie you said Trixie dropped out. Why did she do that anyway?”

Pinkie looked at phone again.

“Apparently a bunch of pictures of her were sent out.” She explained. “You see she often does magic shows for kids, and apparently some embarrassing pictures of her latest show have got around.”

“How embarrassing are they?” Spike asked.

Pinkie turned the screen to everyone, revealing a picture of Trixie in a magician’s outfit. But this particular picture involved a small child lifting Trixie’s skirt, revealing her undergarments.

“Oh.” Spike said with wide eyes. “That is embarrassing.”

“And I assume its Sunset who’s spread this picture around.” AJ said. “Much like that video of Twilight.”

“The difference being that Twilight has remained in the race.” Belle said. “But even if you stay in the race, Sunset will still win either way.”

“Why’s that?” Spike asked. “Wait; don’t tell me, it’s out of fear isn’t it?”

“Exactly.” Applebloom said. “Sunset’s got everyone shaking in their boots. You mess with her, she messes with you. But I’m pretty sure you guys know that at this point.”

Twilight then sat up.

“Well that’s not going to happen this time. I came here to win, and I’m not going to back down.” She said. “The problem is, I don’t really know what it’ll take to get people to vote for me. They pretty much vote for Sunset out of fear.”

All of a sudden, Rarity stood up.

“I have an idea.” She said. “Finish up your snacks, because we’re heading to my house.”

The drive from Sugercube Corner to Rarity's house took about fifteen minutes. Mainly due to that, while Sugrcube Corner, along with Canterlot High, was secluded in a part of the city called Ponyville, while Rarity's house was in a smaller, but upscale part of the city called Golden Oaks. The fashionista’s house definitely matched the girl who lived in it. Her house was a dark blue, Victorian style house with a front porch, a second floor balcony, and a large garage on the left side. Rarity would be lying if she said she didn’t live at this house.

“This is a nice house you have, Rarity.” Spike said.

“Why thank you, darling.” Rarity said as she unlocked the front door.

Everyone poured into the house and awed at the Gothic like interior.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been here.” AJ said as she looked around.

“Where are your parents?” Twilight asked. “Are they at work?”

“Because of my father's job, he’s abroad most of the time. My mother usually goes with him, so it’s usually just me and Belle. They’re in Paris right now.” Rarity answered with one foot on the bottom of the stairs. “But with that aside, please follow me, and I’ll show you my plan.”

Rarity led everyone up the stairs, their footsteps echoing as they made their way to her bedroom. Just one look and one would know that this was Rarity’s room with purple wallpaper, a vanity, a wardrobe, a large bed with canopy, and a television opposite of the bed next to the door.

“I think they’re around here somewhere.” She said as she set her school bag down on her bed. She then went and opened a wall closet which had a piece of paper taped to the door that said “storage”. After about a minute of searching through the closet, she pulled her head out of the closet with a large cardboard box in her hands. “Here it is!”

She set the box on the bed as everyone gathered around.

“What is it?” Spike asked.

Rarity opened the box and pulled out something that made AJ’s eyes explode from their sockets with excitement.

“No way!” AJ said aloud cheerfully. “Are those…?”

“Pony ears and tail?” Rarity asked, finishing AJ’s question. “Indeed they are.”

Rarity then put the ears on her head, which was easy as they were on a hair band, and secured the pony tail to her person with the assistance of a string. She then struck a pose with one hand on her hip and the other behind her head.

“What do you all think?” She asked cheerfully.

“Absolutely gorgeous!” Spike immediately said.

“I haven’t seen these since freshman year.” AJ said. “I can’t believe you still have them.”

“You look cool.” Twilight said. “But what does it have to do with me winning the crown?”

“School spirit, darling.” Rarity answered, no longer posing. “Something Sunset doesn’t have. All she cares about is about gaining the title, but what she seems to forget is that the Fall Formal, Winter Formal, Spring Fling, so on a so forth are all not her personal coronations, but about bringing the school together.”

Twilight took hold of a pair of ears and a pony tail and put them on. She then turned to the full sized mirror and examined her appearance with the fake ears and tail on. For moment, she actually saw herself in her alicorn form. And that alicorn smiled and winked at her.

She then turned to Rarity who still had an excited look on her face.

“What’s your game plan?”

The morning breeze felt good against Dash’s skin as she jogged around the track at the playing field. She wore pair of tight running shorts and a sports bra, both of which were colored black.

She stopped by where she left her bag and took drink of water. As she gulped down the liquid, she suddenly felt her ponytail flicked. She turned around and saw that no one was there. Shrugging her shoulders, she turned around, only to find the hair flicker sitting on the bench.
“Oh, hey Soarin.” She said. “What’s up?”

Soarin’s real name was Søren Larson who was a fellow member of Canterlot’s JROTC with the rank of Cadet Senior Airman, the same as Dash. He had black hair and green eyes with a rather light skin complexion, evidence of his Nordic ancestry.

“Nothing much.” Soarin said. “I saw you running so I thought I’d join ya.”

Dash looked up and down Soarin, seeing that he was dressed in jeans, leather shoes and a red flannel button up.

“Seriously? You’re going running in that?” Dash asked. “All you need now is some stupid trilby and bowtie and you’d look like Starbucks was closing.”

Soarin let out a loud laugh.

“Okay, first off, I can run no matter what I’m wearing.” He said as she stood up, showing that he was much taller than Dash at about 5’9 compared to her 5’4. “And secondly, thank you for knowing the difference between a fedora and a trilby.”

“If you’ve hung out with Rarity for so long, you learn a few things.” Dash explained.

“That reminds me; Flash told me you guys are friends again.” Soarin said as the two walked onto the track. “Congrats.”

“Thanks, Soarin.”

“Anyway, how’s this sound? First to go ten laps wins.” The black haired boy said.

”You’re on. But the winner gets a prize.” She said. She then began to poke him in the chest. “And the winner gets to the pick the prize.
Soarin looked down at Dash’s finger.

“Very well, little missy.” He said as he poked her in the chest, just above her left breast. “And I just so happen to have something in mind.”
The two then took their positions on the track, right in front of the bench which will act as a marker for the starting position. On the count of three, off the two went. With it being a large track, ten laps seemed to be an appropriate amount.

As Dash was about to complete her third lap, she spotted a familiar, Stetson wearing girl sitting at the bench.

Dash screeched to a halt upon seeing her friend.

“Hey, AJ.” She said with a pant. “What’s up?”

“Brought some apple bread.” AJ said as she patted the large plastic container on her lap. “Ya want some?”

Dash answered by plopping down next to her friend on the bench. She then took a bite out of the bread.

“This apple bread is awesome!”

“Good to know.” AJ said as she got a slice of her own. “When I told granny about us becoming friends again she baked this bread to celebrate.”

“And a good job she did, as usual.”

A few moments silence passed as the two ate the bread.

“Soo…” Dash said. “…what have you been up to lately?”

“Well I’ve been helping out on the farm. Business is doing good.” AJ answered. “What about you?”

“Just been hanging with Scoots and Flutters. Scoots started running, like legitimately running, a while ago and she’s really been kicking ass at it.”

“And with that leg of her’s, I bet that ass is pretty sore right now.” AJ joked.

Dash chuckled.

As finishing her laugh, Dash decided to talk about a serious matter.

“You know, I’ve said this already but…” Dash cleared her throat. “…I’m really sorry for what happened between us, AJ.”

AJ looked over at her friend.

“Dash, it’s all forgiven now.” She said. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for. Come to think of it, you didn’t really do anything wrong.”

“But I let something as stupid as a misunderstanding break us apart.” Dash continued. “Hell, I was the one who lashed out at you, essentially causing it to domino into you flipping out and that lead us pretty much kicking the shit out of each other.” Dash then sighed. “Either way, it’s pretty much my fault. So I’m really sorry AJ for fucking it up.”

She then felt a hand set on her shoulder.

“Remember it was the both of us who fought. So don’t act like it was all your fault, Sugercube.” AJ said. She then spread he arms out. “Hug it out?”

Dash looked down at the ground and then looked at AJ with a smile.

“Hug it out.”

The two then held each other in a firm embrace which ended with the cowgirl batting Dash on the back.

After being let go, AJ got a look at her friend’s apparel.

“I still can’t believe you’re allowed to wear that on campus.” She said. “The least I’ve ever dressed was when I go swimming.”

“Well since school hasn’t actually started yet, I’m pretty much good.” Dash explained.

“SURPRISE!”

Suddenly Dash felt someone garb both her sides, causing her to jump straight out of her seat. Her feet almost a complete foot off the ground. After her feet made contact with the ground again, Dash turned around and saw that the person who grabbed her was the embodiment of the sugar rush herself.

“Son of bitch, Pinkie!” Dash said. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry Dashie.” Pinkie said sheepishly. “Could you really blame me though?”

Dash then noticed that Pinkie was wearing something she hadn’t seen in a very long time. A pair of pony ears and a pony tail.

“Hey, I remember those. Haven’t seen those since our first year!” She said as she approached her bubbly friend. “Where’d you find these?”

“She got them from me!”

The athlete looked and saw Rarity, along with Flash, Twilight, Spike, and Derpy approaching, all of which were wearing fake ears and ponytails.

Flash and Spike both carried a large box.

“Watcha got in the boxes?” Dash asked.

“Have a look.” Spike said.

He and Flash then set the boxes down and opened them. The former’s box was filled with fake ears and tails while the latter’s as full of papers.

Dash picked up on of the papers and read it aloud.

“So you’re really going to do it, huh?” She asked. “If you are, I got you’re back the whole way, Twi.”

“Same here!” AJ said.

“Since you all are part of a little circle friend of your own, you can use this to your advantage.” Twilight said. “For example, since Rarity has a lot of fashion oriented friends, she can have them pass them out, as for Flash, he says he has music oriented friends, and he’ll have them pass them out.”

“Divide and conquer, I like that.” Soarin said.

“Exactly.” Twilight said. She then realized that she hasn’t met this person. “Wait, who are you again?”

Everyone turned and saw Soarin standing before them panting.

“I’m Soarin. I’m in JROTC with Flash and Dash.” Soarin explained. “And I just beat Dash in that race we agreed on.”

Dash’s eyes went wide.

“Shit, I forgot.”

“Were you really running this whole time?” Flash asked.

“Yeah, I was.” Soarin answered. He then eyed Dash. “And I think you owe me, Dash.”

Dash sighed.

“Okay Soarin, what do you want?”

Soarin then approached Dash and put a hand on each shoulder.

“I want…” He then paused. “…to take you to the Fall Formal.”

Dash blinked.

“Seriously? That’s it?”

Soarin nodded with a sly smile.

Dash looked at the box of papers.

“Tell you what…”

She then took out a stack of papers and along with fakes ears and tail and shoved it into Soarin’s chest.

“…you pass these papers out, and if you come to lunch with at least half the stack gone, I might even wear a dress.”

She then got into his face and proceeded to poke him in the chest.

“Made. By. Rarity.”

Dash then glanced over at Rarity and winked, ho then returned the gesture.

“Consider it done.” Soarin said. “I’ll see you at lunch.”

Out of all the classes Scoots absolutely hated, that class was chemistry. If Applebloom wasn’t her lab partner, she’d be getting F’s left and right. Despite how much she hated the class, she absolutely loved the teacher. The teacher’s name was Zecora Adisa, who let her students call her by her first name. What made interesting is that she spoke in rhyme. When asked, she says it was the result of a head injury she had received back in Kenya. To counter this, despite this condition being on and off at times, she wrote premade scripts in order to teach the class in way she can be understood. In the end, she is a great teacher to have, despite how much of a brain ache the subject was.

“As you all know, the colors you see in fireworks is the result of a chemical reaction.” Zecora said as she paced up and down the front of the classroom, reading off one of the pre-written papers on a tablet. She was dressed in calf length skirt, button up blouse with a vest and tie, covered with a white lab coat. She also had hair that was color black and white, tied in a ponytail. “Can any of you tell me what chemical is used to make a red firework?”

She looked around the room and saw Applebloom raise her hand.

“Yes, Applebloom.”

Applebloom stood up.

“Strontium, Miss Zecora.” She said proudly. “Lithium is often used as well.”

“Very good.” Zecora said.

Scoots sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Show off.” She mumbled as he friend sat back down next to her.

“Scoots.” Zecora said, snapping Scoots to attention.

“Y-Yes ma’am.” She said as she stood up.

“Can you tell me what chemical is required to make an orange firework?”

Her pupils bounced around in her eyes as tried to think of an answer.

“Um…” She said as she tried to think. “…cal… …calcium?”

There was a brief moment before Zecora responded.

“Very good Scoots.”

Suddenly the sound of a telephone could be heard. Before anyone could ask, Zecora reached into one of the pockets of her vest and retrieved a small flip phone.

“Yes?” She said into the phone. “Swell. I will see you there as well.”

She then shut the phone and put it back into the pocket from where it came.

“Pardon me, a staff meeting as come abound.” She said. “Please behave yourselves, and I shall see you around.”

She then gathered a document bag and left the room; leaving the students to fend for themselves.

As Scoots let out a sigh of relief, Applebloom caught her attention with a tap on the shoulder.

“What?”

Applebloom then pulled out a stack of papers and handed them to her.

“Help me pass these out.”

After seeing the name on the papers, Scoots immediately knew what it was for.

She nodded and took the stack.

“I’ll take the right side, you’ll take the left.”

“But my family’s Republican.” Applebloom said with a straightest face she could muster.

Scoots got the joke and chuckled before she began to pass out the papers.

The first two people Scoots gave flyers to were Vinyl and Octavia, who both gladly took the flyers.

The next student was a member of the school’s Environmental Club, who of which is often called “Captain Planet”, who had the early stages of a mustache and wore a green head band around his head, Rambo style. The student next to him was named Norman who wore a beanie with a red orange blazer.

As Belle handed the beanie wearing student, he refused it.

“Sorry Belle.” He said as he pulled out a similar flyer from his backpack. “I already got mine from your sister.”

“Same here.” The eco kid said as he produced a flyer. “Flutters gave mine to me.”

Belle smiled and nodded before moving to the next table.

The next receivers were a red beret wearing girl named Waneta, or Water Melody as some call her, and another girl that with half of her hair dyed pink who everyone called Bon Bon.

“I don’t know of who thou Twilight is.” Waneta said. “But I shall most certainly vote for her.”

“Wow, she didn’t drop out.” Bon Bon said as she adjusted part of her white dress. “Lyra dropped out because of that stupid food fight.”

“That fight was awesome.”

The girls turned around to look at two boys in the last lab station. The one to the left had light brown hair and wore a baggy t-shirt and jeans and seemed to be shorter than the blonde haired boy sitting next to him who wore a green sweater vest and a pair of khakis. These two were the trouble makers of the school, Snips and Snails, respectively.

“What do you mean awesome?” Scoots asked. “I had to carry Belle out as if we were at Iwo Jima.”

“I agree that incident was terrible.” Waneta added. “My companion Hazel spent several hours just to remove the horrid stench of Tabasco out of her hair.”

“Come on it wasn’t that bad.” Snips said as he kicked his feet up onto the tabletop and crossed his arms. “We got some sweet footage of the chaos.”

“Yeah we did.” Snails said in agreement. “I still can’t believe I managed to hit that one girl who was sitting with Dash.”

This caught Scoots’ attention.

“What do mean the girl who was sitting with Dash?” She asked as she out her hands on her hips.

“So I got this taco…”

“Snails.”

“…I got it stuffed with as much sour cream, meat, sauce, as possible…”

“Snails.”

“…and I chucked it as hard I could at the girl and…”

“SNAILS!”

Snails stopped talking and turned to his friend.

“What?”

Snips gave him a very angry look.

Scoots looked over at Applebloom and waved for her to come over.

“Look here you two…” She said as she pulled over a chair and sat down on it backwards. “…you’re going to tell us everything you know about that food fight. And just so you know, this metal leg of mine is not just for helping me walk.”

The cafeteria was bustling when Flash, Twilight, Derpy, and Spike found a seat. Instead of buying lunch, Derpy and Spike got the idea of making all of them lunch. Their lunches consist of sandwiches, which contain lettuce, tomato, mayo, on white bread; Flash’s had turkey on his, a bag of Frito-Lay potato chips, an apple, and muffin, baked by Derpy. The only thing they had to get from the cafeteria were drinks, an apple juice for Derpy, chocolate milk for Flash, and a water for Twilight and Spike, courtesy of Flash. Out of all of them, Flash’s lunch was the only one that wasn’t in a paper bag, but in a metal, slightly dented box that said “VAULT-TEC”.

What’s more is that all of them were still wearing their fake ears on their heads and ponytails around their wastes.

“Thanks again for lunch you two.” Twilight said. “This is really good.”

“When it comes to sandwiches, Derpy is the girl to turn to.” Flash said after swallowing a mouthful of sandwich. “Just wait till you get to the muffin.”

After finishing the rest of her sandwich, Twilight felt someone tap her on her left shoulder. She looked and saw no one there, only to turn and see Dash sit down next to her, wearing her own pair ears and ponytail. Also sitting down were Dash and Flash’s fellow members of the JROTC, who were also wearing pony ears and tail.

“Hey Dash.” Twilight said. “Who’re your friends?”

“Well you’ve met Soarin already.” Dash explained, referring to the black haired boy sitting to her left. “And across from me are Spira and Flora.” She said as she produced a playful grin.

Spira rolled her eyes.

“Very funny, Dash.” She said. She then stuck out her hand in greeting to Twilight. “Everyone calls me Spitfire and the girl next me is Fleetfoot. I'm the captain of the Soccer Team."

"And the Captain of the ever so awesome Wonderbolts Motocross Team!" Dash added.

“Nice to meet you.” Fleetfoot said, shaking Twilight’s hand.

“How did passing out flyers go?” Flash asked as he finished his sandwich.

“All gone.” Soarin said with assurance in his voice. “Thanks to my comrades here we cleaned ourselves out. And they got those snazzy ears and tails from Spike there.”

Spike smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

“I still can’t believe that there are actually three candidates this time.” Fleetfoot said.

“Two actually.” Derpy said.

Everyone at the table immediately turned and stared at Flash’s half-sister.

“What do you mean by…?” Flash’s question was cut off by his mind answering it for him. “You didn’t drop out, did you?”

Derpy merely nodded and took a bite out of her muffin.

“But Derpy you didn’t have to do that.” Twilight said with great concern.

“It’s alright, Twilight.” Derpy said as she adjusted her glasses. “I probably wasn’t going to win anyway, so what’s the point. After all, it’s you who should win the crown, so I pretty much prevented the vote from being split.”

“I’m really sorry you had to do that, Derpy.” Twilight said with regret in her voice.

“It’s okay Twilight.” Derpy assured her friend. “Besides, I wasn’t looking forward to the speech that the candidates have to give.”

This hit Twilight in the head like an anvil.

“Speech?” She asked with greater concern. “What speech?”

“Before Sunset took over, the candidates would go up on stage the day before the Formal and give a speech of why everyone should vote for them.” Spitfire explained. “This is the first time the school has done it in a while since there is actually more than one candidate left. Because Sunset was the only one left before, she is declared Fall Formal Princess by default.”

“Have you ever run for Fall Formal Princess?” Spike asked.

“I haven’t, but Fleetfoot has.” Spitfire answered, nodding to her comrade.

“Let me guess, you dropped out?”

“Actually this was back when Sunset first became Fall Formal Princess.” Fleetfoot explained. “I remember it clearly. We were to make a speech, like Sunset and Twilight have to do today, while I was walking across the stage, I tripped.”

“So?” Spike asked. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“I was wearing a skirt.” Fleetfoot continued as she looked down with a blush. “And ever since then I’ve been called “Flatfoot”.”

“With accidents out of the way, when are the speeches going to take place?” Flash asked. “It’s been a while since the last time we had them.”

Soarin took out his phone with a mouthful of food.

As he brought it onto the tabletop, Dash snatched it from his hands.

“Two thirty, this afternoon.”

The women’s washroom was filled with the sound of flushing as Derpy left the toilet staff.

“Note to self, ease of the apple juice before class.”

After washing her hands, she took an opportunity to polish off her glasses. As she did so, she heard the washroom door open. She looked and saw that it was the last girl she wanted to run into.

“Hello, Deborah.” Sunset said, using her real name.

Sunset then closed the door and approached Derpy.

“So I heard about you dropping out of the race.” She said as she leaned on the counter. “Got to say that really wasn’t necessary, you weren’t going to win anyway.”

Derpy said nothing as she finished polishing her glasses.

“Even if you didn't drop out, I highly doubt that someone would vote for some cross eyed retard like you."

Derpy put her handkerchief into his pocket.

“As if I care what you think.” Derpy then put her glasses back on and look at Sunset in the eye. “Sunset Shimmer.”

Sunset’s eyes went wide for moment.

“Where on Earth did you here that weird name?” She asked. “Did you come up with that while riding the short…?”

“Twilight told me.” Derpy said, cutting Sunset off. “And she is the one who will become Princess of the Fall Formal, not you.”

Sunset merely smirked.

“Oh, please. As if some nobody like her is going to win.” She said. “So why don’t you do the inevitable and vote for me? It’s going to happen anyway.”

Derpy’s face changed from unfazed to angry.

“As if I’m going to vote for the very person who broke Flashy’s heart.” She said. “Now pardon me, I have class to go to.”

“Oh no, you don’t!”

Sunset then grabbed Derpy back the arm and pinned her against the sink counter.

“You will vote for me you fucking retard.” She said sternly. “Or…”

Sunset couldn’t finish he threat as she received a kick to the shin from Derpy. On reflex, she let go of Derpy and backed up. As she bent down to rub her shin, she received another kick, this time to her stomach, causing her to let out a yelp as she fell to the floor.

Derpy then stood over her and bent down.

“Sure I might be a retard, but thank God I’m not you.” She said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have class to go to.”

Derpy left the bathroom and into the hall. As she made her way back to her class, she spotted one of her friend, Rarity, still wearing her ears and tail.

“Hello Derpy.” She said. She then saw that Derpy had what appeared to be a furled brow. “Darling, are you alright? You looked angry.”

Derpy took a breath and looked behind her toward the women’s washroom and then back at her fashionista friend.

“Pardon my French.” She said. “But I feel pretty fucking good right now.”