Pro at Cons: Schoolfed

...The concert was rolling full-throttle as of now; the Rainbooms positively rocked the audience, elicitng a thunderous barrage of cheers and applause; Snowflake's performance was also flawless, making Moon feel proud for the huge guy; Trixie and her band was also well-rewarded – 'Was there EVER any doubt?', huffed the girl – for all the stunts and effects, and then Sunset Shimmer, the announcer, stepped to the mic:

“Ladies and gentlemen, and now the Canterlot High School is proud to present you our very special guests – the Crystal Prep Academy choir and their conductor and mentor – Miss Flitter!” - earning a thunderous applause and cheers, that soon grew into whistles from the male part of audience, as Flitter glided on the scene.

Moon felt his heart sink and jaw drop, as he finally put the two and two together: Flitter was clad in a long flowing wine-red dress with a risky cut as high as the thigh runs, flashing her magnificent legs with each step, her hair done in intricate coiffure, neckline cut dangerously low, decorated with a topaz necklace, complimenting her amber eyes; the choir assembled on stage, all dressed in stunningly cool uniforms, bearing the school insignia; they performed the Gaudeamus Igitur flawlessly, then proceeding to something way more energetic and driving; Moon strived to gather his wits and pry his eyes away from the gorgeous lady conducting the choir, pondering if what he heard was In Taberna.

Once the choir was done and the participants all bowed to the well-earned praise and flying flowers, Sunset stepped up again:

“And now, ladies and gentlemen – to conclude our evening and for your joy and amazement, we give you Aurora Borealis, the experiment orchestra of Canterlot High, assembled, directed and inspired by mister Moon Shine! Greet them nicely!” - abandoning the mic, the girl scurried backstage, slinging the guitar over her shoulder.

Moon, in turn, straightened the bowtie on his neck and slung on his bagpipe, checking the drones and mouthpiece; he scanned his band – everyone was looking stunning. Rarity did an outstanding job prepairing the costumes: ladies were donning a wonderful formal dresses and gentlemen were all clad in tuxedos, and the design of every single ensemble was unique.

He drew a deep breath, smiled encouragingly to his gang and waved forwards, leading the way; the stage welcomed them with a tidewave of whistles, thunderous applauses and cheers, as Moon bowed to audience and grabbed hold of the mic:

“This thing on?.. Well, good evening, ladies and gentlemen, my name is Moon Shine and I am most pleased to see all of you attend to this our little gig of ours. I hope you...” - he trailed off abruptly, as his wandering gaze caught a thing of pure beauty in the front row.

Who was this stunning lady, clad in wonderfully crafted gown? The flowing green cloth complimented her eyes, sparkling like diamonds in the stage lights, her curly hair styled in simple, yet perfectly suiting coiffure... Wait... Cheerilee?!

Oh my.., stuttered the 'conscience', that sure is a surprise.

“Ahem...” - he finally overcame the awe he was struck with. - “I hope you're enjoying yourselves, anyway. Let us begin!” - he abandoned the microphone, washed over in another wave of applause and nodded his band to begin.

Snowflake cut the lingering silence with bold, stabbing thrusts of bow against the strings, providing the steady rhythm to begin with; Octavia cut in perfectly, adding the tenderly moaning long tune to the weaving melody; Pinkie's timing was also perfect to cut in with a drum rhythms, and then the guitars came in, weaving an intricate, but perfectly recognizable melody; it flowed above the hypnotized audience, washing over the condensing twilight.

First piece was done immaculately, and Moon inhaled deeply, preparing for the next one; he grabbed the chanter of the bagpipe, starting with a subtle tone, to which then the flute kicked in, accompanied with bass line, the cello and the violin; the melody, ever so subtle at first, soon reached its guitar-revving crescendo, dropping like a tsunami tidewave at the awestruck audience, eliciting a booming cheer; the tambourine chimed neatly, allowing the keytar to step in with a perfect completion for the building flow. Swan Pond, arranged well, was now being rewarded.

Once the melody came to its end, Moon stepped up to the microphone and waited for the cheering and applauding to subside, grinning widely:

“And now, ladies and gentlemen – I suppose you better brace for it, 'cause my friends and I are gonna rock you hard. I give you...” - he intentionally let out an intriguing pause. - “A Morbid Tango! Please, show some love for my friends here on stage! They're the best!” - raising both his hands into the air, he felt overjoyed, riding the wave of triumph for a brief moment, as the audience was going over their heads.

“And now – let the rocking commence!!” - he bellowed, giving Octavia the sign to begin; the audience sat stock still, all eyes and ears.

The bold, powerful melody flew around, growing louder and louder, until reaching its booming crescendo, with guitars moaning, drums going mad and squealing flute; the bagpipe was singing in perfect harmony with the flow, providing a strong backbone for the melody.

Once the gentle rattle of the tambourine concluding the melody subsided, the audience just blew up: they were applauding standing, chanting the name of the orchestra, flowers were flying all over the place, piling up at the stage, as blushing participants kept bowing and curtsying to the audience; the madness kept on and on, as the night sky above the stage was being rocked with the repeating chants: “Au-ro-ra! Au-ro-ra! Au-ro-ra!..”...

“Oh gog... I love you guys...” - breathed Moon, sliding exhaustedly down the wall and lighting a cigarette, as the giddy orchestrants was just radiating triumph and joy around him. - “You really blew it up there. It was something nuclear, I'm telling you!”

“It was so AWESOME!!” - squealed Rainbow Dash, hopping in place. - “It's – like – surpassing every record of AWESOMENESS!!”

“We did it! We DID IT!!!” - skipped Sunset Shimmer, dragging Fluttershy into a tight hug. - “I love you, Fluttershy!”

“I love you too, Sunset.” - the pink-haired girl replied softly, returning a hug.

“YEAH!!! WE ROCK!!” - bellowed Snoflake, almost ripping his tuxedo to shreds by flexing his impressive musculature.

“Ah say, it wouldn't have ahappen if nawt fer mist'r Moon there...” - smiled Applejack, taking off her stetson. - “Ah guess we owe ya one, sir...”

“Oh, people, relax...” - he exhaled a puff of smoke. - “All of you contributed in this triumph – and I mean everyone. It was a real feat of everyone: Rarity and all this magnificent attires, Fluttershy overcame her stagefright, Octavia generously provided us with her time, taking it off her busy schedule... Heck, people – I love you. C'mere, bandits...” - he pulled all his students and friends into a massive group hug, cheering and hollering their joy.

“Congratulations, Aurora Borealis – you've really did an immaculate job...” - chuckled Principle Celestia, and Vice Principle Luna stepped forward with a bright smile:

“You really rocked our socks, if I may say that. It was... it was... fabulous. Congratulations! Celebrate your triumph. You've earned it.”

“Thank you, Principle! Thank you, Vice Principle, ma'am!” - all replied in unison, bursting into laughter as they did so. The sisters waited with a smile until the cheers subsided and Luna spoke up:

“I fear that we shall take mister Moon from you; he is being expected.”

“Expected? Who is expecting me?”

“Ladies,” - smirked Celestia. - “And it's unbefitting of a fine gentleman to keep a lady waiting.”

“Oh...” - Moon quickly raised to his feet, dusting off the tuxedo. - “Then I guess I'd better get going. You people are awesome. More than that. Have fun!”

As he was walking away, escorted by two gorgeous mademoiselles, he heard the boom of Pinkie:

“THIS CALLS FOR A HUGE PARTY!!!!!!”.

“How did she managed to bottle it for so long – what, five, six minutes?..” - he pondered out loud, earning a smirk from Celestia:

“That's just Pinkie Pie for you. Don't sweat it.”

“Oh, okay.”...

The ladies in question were the two most freaking heartstopping beaus he had ever laid eyes on: Cheerilee and Flitter.

Moon gulped down the lump in his throat, approaching the ladies:

“Buon soiree, mademoiselles. I trust you've had a good time?..” - plastering on a proper smile, he inquired, being enveloped in a joyful hug from Flitter; he froze at the feeling of her ample breasts squeezing against his chest:

“Good time?! You must be kidding! It was absolutely breathtaking!..” - she moaned into his ear, eliciting an uncomfortable twitch somewhere south of the solar plexus. - “It was simply... I can't even find the words!!”

“Well, I shall mention that the choir was simply divine...” - he managed to utter, trying to pry free from the grasp. - “I haven't heard anything so wonderful in ages! And it was a capella!”

“Yes...” - Flitter licked her lips, giving the man a bedroom look, making him panick and steal pleading glances at the Cheerilee: help!!

The schoolmarm, however, looked perfectly content with the fact that Moon was being harassed in the plain sight; instead of helping him off, she grinned smugly and approached him from the behind, swaying her hips seductively, embracing both from behind the Moon's back:

“Praise the hero of the day...” - she whispered into his ear, giving it a small nibble. - “That was outstanding...”

“Say, Cheerilee, if we must?..” - winked Flitter, slightly rubbing herself at Moon.

“I think so...” - Cheerilee grinned coyly, pressing her perky bosom into Moon's back; the man shivered in tension. You're sandwiched in between two breathtakingly beautiful damsels and you're still flipping yer dung about it?!, roared the 'conscience', be a MAN already!!

“Cheerilee?!” - he gazed back as much as he could, dumbstruck, earning a giggle:

“Why, silly, Flitter's my sister!”

“I got the looks, and Cheers got the wits...” - purred Flitter, planting a small kiss to the Moon's jaw. - “So, where was I?..”

“Our place or yours?” - smirked Cheerilee, coping a firm feel of Moon's rear; he winced at the surprise attack.

“You've always been such a naught, sister...”

“Everything for a family...” - grinned the schoolmarm, and the two hotties dragged the dumbstruck Gaius Tiberius Lucian, also known as Moon Shine, away from the scene...