Pony Fails

Canterlot High School
September 17, 2010

Sunset Shimmer hummed to herself as she unlocked her motorbike and walked it out to the street. The night air was crisp and cool; she'd spent a late night at school helping the journalism club work on the school paper, which was in serious danger of missing its deadline.

Sunset loved helping people. It made her happy to use her talents to do good things for others. She enjoyed it when people came to her for help. Doing good things for others gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.

The wind suddenly picked up. A bright flash of light from the front of the school caught her attention. Curious, she headed around to the courtyard, still walking her bike--city laws prohibited her from driving it within two blocks of a school zone after eight in the evening, and while it was a stupid law she didn't agree with, she obeyed it just as she obeyed every law in the city.

Sunset Shimmer was a good, honest person.

When she reached the front of the school, her eyes widened. One side of the horse statue in the courtyard had turned into a swirling disk of strobing, pulsing light. The wind began to howl, and Sunset had to shield her eyes as a silhouette emerged from the light.

The light abruptly faded, and the wind died down.

A naked figure crouched on the ground in front of the statue, curled into a tight ball. From the size and shape, it was a girl, with long hair that--even in the dim light of evening--looked a lot like hers. The same long, wavy style. The same copper and gold streaks.

The girl stood up and turned around. Sunset's eyes widened, even as a mortified blush crawled up her face.

Apart from having a lot less going on in the general chest area, the girl looked exactly like her. And was completely naked.

"Wh-what..." Sunset stammered.

The naked girl walked up to her with mechanical precision, wobbling slightly on her bare feet. She studied Sunset from toe to head and back with sharp teal eyes.

Then, she spoke. In Sunset's own voice, but with no emotion whatsoever, and the faintest tinge of a foreign accent.

"I need your clothes, your boobs, and your motorcycle."

Sunset fainted.