There were times in every man’s life when he had to ask himself three questions and then answer them in as honest a way as possible. Unfortunately for Flash Sentry, it wasn’t one of these days. The questions were not the ones he ever expected to ask himself in his life.

What am I doing here?

What happened last night?

Why am I wearing female underwear?

Although Flash didn’t quite wake up yet, he felt that there was no good answer to at least one of them. Trying not to ponder them for a while, he opened his eyes and found himself on a cold floor in someone’s kitchen, right next to several bags of trash, empty bottles, and other stuff he feared to identify. His head hurt and his clothes were inexplicably gone. Some good soul, however, gave him a bra and a pair of panties. The bra was too big and the panties were too small – a rather natural thing given the slight differences in anatomy.

He heard some muffled voice. In his warped state of mind, he at first mistook it for the voice of God, Faaip de Oiad, or some similar metaphysical experience. However, no matter how much Flash would deny, there was actually nothing spiritual about lying on the floor and as the voices cleared, they confirmed that.

“Have you heard the news? The leader of The Fledgeling Changeling turned out to be a changeling!”

“You should read less tabloids, Flitter,” the other voice replied. “Changelings are not real.”

“Then why is The Fledgeling Changeling named after them?” There was a brief pause and Flash suddenly realised someone was staring at him. “Hey, dude, can you lift your left hand?”

Flash, having nothing better to do, raised his left hand.

“Can you rise your right hand?”

Flash sighed, but obeyed the command.

“See, sis?” Flitter asked. “Someone threw away a perfectly fine dude.”

“Excuse me,” a third voice joined the conversation. “Sentry!”

Flash lifted his head to see Sunset Shimmer approaching him. Unlike him, she was completely dressed. For some reason, she was also holding a baseball bat.

“Hello, Sunset,” he said, trying to keep his cool, despite the situation. “A ball game so early?”

The next thing he heard was the sound of Sunset’s bat hitting a ball. Or rather two. And Flash didn’t exactly hear it since those happened to be his own balls, so his nervous system was rather preoccupied.

“What was that for?” he cried.

“For all the stuff you were doing during the party!” Sunset exclaimed. “And give me back those!”

Flash looked at the bra and panties. “Are those yours?” he asked.

“No!” Sunset yelled. “Are you implying I’m that fat?” She raised the baseball bat again. Flash decided that he couldn’t argue with such logic and decided to leave the range of Sunset’s swing in the only possible way; that is, through the window. He opened it and jumped on the grass below, losing the bra in process. Some old lady from the neighbourhood looked at him and covered her mouth as he ran across the street.

“What are you looking at?” Sunset turned back to Flitter and Cloudchaser. “Either help me clean the flat or get the fuck out! And, for God’s sake, Cloudchaser, put some pants on!”

“This is my dress,” Cloudchaser replied, pointing at her dress. “Short ones are in fashion this year.”

Sunset lowered her baseball bat. “I thought that was a t-shirt. Now, help me get everyone out of the second floor.”

When Flitter and Cloudchaser left, Sunset Shimmer looked around the kitchen and grabbed the bra Flash had lost. She examined it, but it was none of hers. Eventually, she lifted it to her nose and sniffed it.

“Just what I thought,” she muttered to herself. “Diamond Tiara’s mother.”

Twilight Sparkle lay down in her bed and opened a book. It was an ancient-looking volume with a cover made of leather and barely-visible remains of golden letters on it. Twilight got it accidentally when Sugarcoat’s uncle was making a garage sale, but she never had time to read it.

The first thing she noticed after opening the book was that she didn’t actually need a lamp to read it. For some reason, the pages were glowing green. Twilight looked at the book unsurely – she’d heard that many old, fluorescent things were simply radioactive and her first reaction was to put it back.

However, the will to read the book remained. Eventually, Twilight thought that it was probably impossible to coat paper in uranium and went back to reading the dark, old-fashioned gothic print.

“German,” Twilight muttered to herself. “This shouldn’t be a problem. Also, Jacob Grimm? Must be some translation of One Thousand and One Night…”

However, before Twilight could start reading and find out that her German was much worse than she gave herself credit for, she heard some noise coming from the downstairs. Spike woke up and ran to the door of her bedroom, roaring silently. Twilight sat on her bed and looked at the dog.

“Calm down, or there’ll be no more peanut butter,” Twilight muttered. Spike, however, didn’t want to leave the door, so Twilight got out of her bed and opened her closet. There, behind her old Crystal Prep uniforms, she found a shotgun, still wrapped in the same paper she had it delivered in. She unpacked it slowly and found out that she hadn’t bought any ammo to go with it.

Twilight sighed, listening to the noises, and looked at her shotgun. Eventually, she lifted it and walked out of her room. If something goes wrong, she thought to herself, I can use it as a very expensive club.

The book, left on the nightstand, started glowing even more.

She blinked. Her eyes were slowly getting used to the dark interior of the small bathroom. She could see more and more details. Tiles on the walls, laundry basket, a neatly organised stack of books and newspapers next to the toilet, a washing machine... She walked through the bathroom, feeling the cold floor under her feet. Then she stopped, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

Even in the dim light, she could still see her reflection enough to admire her own beauty. The fact that she was naked was helping her in it greatly. A mass of red and yellow hair, flowing freely to her waist. Cyan eyes, piercing the mirror with a sharp gaze. A pair of perky breasts, in just the right size to squeeze them, which she promptly did. Flat stomach and a small tuft of red hair around her pussy. She used to shave it, but then she heard that it was making men hornier.

She looked at herself one more time and sighed. If she could, she’d walk like that all the time. The ponies got it right; this world could really learn from them. A thought about staying in front of the mirror for the whole night appeared in her mind. But then, she remembered why she was there.

She turned around and opened the laundry basket. She searched through it, feeling her muscles twitch in excitation. For a moment, she felt like Daring Do discovering a temple in the middle of some dangerous jungle and finding a gold statuette of some long-forgotten deity standing on an altar.

What she found, wasn’t a statuette. Still, it made her smile grow even wider. She stood in the middle of the bathroom and examined it, rubbing it with her fingers.

She swallowed her saliva, feeling that the small tuft of her pubic hair was slowly getting moist. Then she licked her lips, staring at the pair of silk, violet panties in her hands. There was a pink, six-pointed sparkle surrounded by several smaller, white sparkles on the front of them. She lifted them to her face and slowly inhaled the air, sniffing the inside of them.

Blood started to flow faster in her veins. Her nipples hardened when she started to rub her breasts with the soft fabric. A moan escaped her lips when she moved lower, to her belly button and played with it for a while.

She looked at the lingerie once again and a new idea appeared in her mind. She straightened the panties and put them on, feeling something like electricity going through her legs in places where the silk touched them.

The feeling was... interesting. The panties were a bit too tight, adhering to her skin and holding her cheeks in a warm embrace. There was a darker spot in the middle of them, just where the sparkle was. She lowered her hand and rubbed it, feeling the wetness on her fingers. She sniffed the air and the smell of her arousal caused her to moan again. The sweet flavour of the panties was now mixing with her own.

She licked her fingers and swallowed her saliva, letting the taste flow down her throat. Then she started to play with her nipple with her left hand, while she lowered her right hand again, this time sliding it into the panties and toying with her labia.

She stood with her legs apart, the panties nearly snapping, and started to stroke her pussy vigorously. She bit her lip and closed her eyes when the jolts of pleasure assaulted her brain. Burying her fingers deep into her pussy, she threw her head backwards and gave out a muffled moan. Then she rested herself against the sink, panting heavily.

She didn’t push herself over the edge, however. Not yet. She knew her body far too well to finish with it so early. The rubber of the panties dug deeply into her skin when she ruffled her pubes, leaving red marks around her waist. She took them off and looked around, searching for a new idea.

Finally, her eyes rested on the washing machine standing in the corner. She sat on it, shuddering when her cheeks touched the cold surface. She looked at the panties and sniffed them once more, which caused her clit to twitch, sending a wave of pleasure spreading through her whole body. Catching her breath again, she spread her legs as wide as she could and crumpled the panties into a small, silky ball. Then she spread her labia with her fingers and, shivering from pleasure, slid the ball inside of her. Only a small piece of violet fabric was protruding from her pussy.

Without waiting any further, she turned the washing machine on, feeling it come to life under her. The panties rubbed against the walls of her pussy and the tingling sensation caused her brain to go into overdrive. Caressing her clit with her index and middle finger, she leaned forward.

The vibrations of the washing machine caused her to moan. She gritted her teeth, suppressing it, but it was no use – she was already too far up the hill. She stopped squeezing her breasts and teased her anus with one finger, wondering if she could find some lube there. Not that it was a problem – she’d actually deflowered her behind with an old marker covered in liquid soap, but she didn’t want to try that again – getting the soap out was hard, not to mention the itch.

The door opened and Twilight Sparkle stepped into the laundry room, turning on the light. She was wearing a really nice pajamas with suns and moons on them. She was also holding a shotgun, but that was the least of her concerns. “Sunset! What are you doing here?” Twilight asked, her mouth agape.

Sunset said nothing, completely focused on the damp area between her legs. Her juices were slowly flowing down the washing machine and pooling on the floor. She retreated her fingers from between her cheeks and pulled Twilight’s panties out of her pussy, exhaling the air loudly.

“Sunset! What the–”

Sunset looked into Twilight’s wide eyes and with a one, sharp motion of her hand, she sent herself over the edge. Just before her vision blurred, she managed to see Twilight’s pupils shrinking to pinpricks when she looked at the fountain of juices pouring on the floor and her panties, or rather a pitiful piece of soaked silk. Sunset groaned, her muscles contracting almost painfully. Her nostrils were assaulted by another sharp smell and she realised that her bladder gave up when she came. It was no use holding it now. The puddle on the floor was slowly reaching to the sink.

Her muscles loosened up; she rested herself against the wall behind the washing machine and waited till her breath steadied. The last drops of her urine escaped her. She wiped herself with the panties, or rather smeared her fluids all over her belly.

“S-sunset...” Twilight muttered, staggering slightly and trying not to look at the red tuft of hair between Sunset’s still spread legs. “W-why... How...”

Sunset stood up, carefully avoiding stepping into puddle of her juices and pee and walked out of the bathroom, giving Twilight her panties when she was passing next to them. Twilight grabbed them automatically and dry heaved when she realised what they were covered in. Before she could react, she heard the door of her house slamming. This woke her up. She dropped the panties and rushed to her window, only to see Sunset Shimmer, still naked, slowly walking to her car, parked on the other side of the street.

Author's Notes:

Trivia: The washing machine scene is the oldest written part of this fic – most of it was written in one go on October 9th, 2014. There exists an alternative take on this scene, written by Bootsy Slickmane on the same day as a "let's write the same thing to see how our styles vary" kind of challenge. They vary a lot.

Trivia #2: It all escalated from "what colour would Sunset's underwear be?".