怪談とポニー Ep1 - Canterton High: Ponynormal

The tiled floor was cold, but Flaunty Mane didn’t notice that; exhausted she sat in the corner of one of the shower booths, leaning on the wall and holding Windy in her soft embrace. For the last half of an hour, the sisters tried seemingly everything to escape that damp dimly lit prison. They tried their best to break one of the doors or at least the lock on it, but by some sinister will those doors held as steadfastly as the exit doors of the school. Hooves didn’t make a dent on them, the torn off plank from one of the booths, put into the frame gap and used as a lever, didn’t make much difference either.

“Know what?” after trying everything tiredly said Windy. “Somepony led us into that trap and now has time to deal with Misty and Lacy freely… What if we try to distract them… or even better, attract her or him here. Let’s make some noise, Flo! Maybe they think that we are escaping… I hope they come to check up on us and then…” Windy raised the eyebrow meaningfully.

Not losing time, she strained her arms and ripped a long metal-coated shower hose from the wall, quickly reeling it on her fist and arm like improvised brass knuckles. They had no better plan anyway and Flaunty gripped the plank more handily.

“Let’s do it!” commanded Windy promisingly.

The next few minutes they produced the noise as if the whole showers was devastated from inside by some carpet bombing, at the same time not inflicting much damage, but shouting and brattling like mad. When considerable forces were spent and the stash of the most horrible swearwords, the girls could afford using within each other witness, was depleted, yet nopony came to check out, what the hell was going on there, the pegasi fillies felt certainly discouraged.

“What do you think? Will anypony react?” Windy tiredly leaned on the wall and listened up to the door. “I would like to hope that we at least distracted whomever it was from Misty and Lacy a bit…”

“Can’t tell…” frankly replied Flaunty; she held the plank like a spear, but visibly fizzled out. Tiredly she sat into the corner of one booth and leaned back, closing her eyes. In a moment she felt the soft cuddle of her sister resting her head on Flaunty’s shoulder.

“Sorry, sis. I’m out of ideas either…”

The girls fell silent, sitting that way for an indefinite time, until Flaunty realized that Windy travelled off to Lunaland in her arms, twitching nervously in her superficial sleep. Flaunty held herself awake with the last bits of strength, occasionally feeling that she is about to slip into the dreamy abyss as well.

The shower started working all of a sudden, unexpectedly the sprinklers erupted the streams of warm water, which soaked into the girls’ clothes before they could gather with thoughts.

“What the actual hay?!” Windy muttered grumpily through her sleep, trying to snuggle a hideout from the sudden bath on sister’s chest. “Blimey!” she woke up completely, shielding the face from the running water.

In a second the girls jumped on their hooves, Flaunty picked up the plank, Windy clenched the wrapped with the hose fist. The room quickly filled with the dense steam, making it completely opaque at the minimal distance.

“Don’t you tell, it’s that shit starts happening again!” blurted Windy. “Flaunty! Sis!” her palm grabbed the void. The next moment she felt as if she was jerked and dragged somewhere forcefully but accurately, through the milky haze.

An hour passed or maybe more, Lacy lost the feeling of time already, as she lost count to the vines she managed to cut. Almost becoming akin with her knife, the girl made numerous attempts to reach the exit. The vegetal enemy suffered considerable losses during each of her attacks, littering the floor of the greenhouse with leaves and parts of its stems, but didn’t let her through to the walls. As if it knew that Lacy ditched her scrupulosity long ago and would break any of the windows, if she got near them, not needing the door.

Lacy felt that her efforts were like watering the sand: the vines didn’t show any aggression themselves so far, but the girl exhausted herself, becoming slower with each try. She couldn’t chop them endlessly, but each time Lacy retreated, the vines left her alone, patching the gaps she made so hard. In their turn, the vines clung to her clothes each time she confronted them. Thus Lacy’s jeans were covered with numerous cuts and holes; the lower half of her sweater was ripped to shreds already, a few tears flaunted on its top, making it reveal more than it was supposed to cover. During one the timeouts, she tore off all the scallops, so her sweater was ending now barely under her breasts.

At the same time Lacy was to admit that, except several accidental scratches, the vines didn’t do her much personal damage. Maybe her self-esteem a little. It looked as if their main purpose was to hold her at that place, making the girl waste energy only.

Lacy took a rest, returning to her safe corner. Again. Watching the still vines, she pondered.

‘Maybe the sole purpose of those is to keep me away from my friends… What an irony in that chosen method,’ she chuckled inwardly. ‘Interesting, what are Misty, Flaunty and Windy experiencing in their turn?’

The thought about the girls cheered Lacy up and she planned to undertake another sortie, pondering if trying to cut through the very edge of verdure near her resting spot was more perspective for reaching the glass parts of the greenhouse and pushing them out.

Suddenly the vines attacked. As a fact, it wasn’t a surprise for Lacy, as she predicted something alike to happen at some point of their confrontation. However, the number of simultaneous enemies that time was incomparable, the stems seemed to rush towards her from all the directions at once. With a loud battle cry and doubled frenzy, the filly began to chop off the vines reaching out to her…

The fight was unbalanced though: too many directions to control lead to Lacy finding herself completely swaddled after a few minutes of hot battle. Her right arm with the knife was accurately restrained and kept at a distance from her body.

‘Damned weeds!’ with darkening sight, Lacy registered some movement downwards, when the dense mist clouded everything.

Surprisingly nothing awful happened, when her vision returned fully, Lacy found herself in front of the vestibule, on the ground floor of the infamous school. The familiar voice from behind made her jump on the spot.

“Wow! Look who’s back! Flo, it returned Lacy as well…”

The pegasi sisters stared at Lacy, who cautiously kept her knife on guard. They exchanged glances and Windy scratched the nape, addressing nopony in particular, more like pondering aloud.

“Is it really you? You seemed to fall through the ceiling…”

With those words, Windy approached and poked Lacy with her finger a little as if checking if that wasn’t an illusion.

“Oh!” exclaimed both. Lacy unfroze from the sudden poke in her bare stomach and lowered her knife, Windy finally noticed the look of her friend and snorted. “Looks that you had your own bit of adventure…” she flushed lightly. “Are you okay, Lacy?”

“Would you look at yourself then?” sarcastically noted the earth filly, fruitlessly trying to pull the remnants of her sweater a bit lower and almost making it fall apart instead.

The sisters didn’t look any tidier. Knee-socks and legwarmers were soaking wet, Windy’s jacket hung on her shoulders like a shapeless sack, dripping water on the floor, wet skirts stuck to the hips. In addition to that, the wet manes become fluffy. Flaunty’s shirt and Windy’s top became transparent from all the water – sticking tight to their bodies and breasts, making the pink hardened nipples protrude through the wet stretched fabric. Small water drops glistened on their skin in the flashes of thunderstorm, which started to die out.

“Well, okay, it doesn’t matter!” At first, Windy flushed brightly, but ignored that in a moment and squeezed Lacy in a hug.

“Girls!” Flaunty dropped over her shoulder. She stood with arms crossed on her chest and watched the exit pensively, not being distracted by the hugging fillies behind. “I think I won’t be mistaken, assuming that the doors aren’t locked now.”

“Huh?!” Windy stopped ruffling Lacy’s mane and looked at her sister. “I’m not going to leave without Misty anyway…”

“So do I!” Lacy’s arms were still wrapped around her pegasus friend.

“I’m not suggesting the opposite. On the contrary, we need to find Misty as soon as possible,” Flaunty turned to them, glancing at the girls seriously. “I mean that it’s most likely her actions leading to these changes… Things become more and more interesting,” she smirked, swaying her long mane back.

The girls rushed into the main hallway already. Lacy spoke first.

“Look! The principal’s office is open!”

They gathered around the knocked out door and exchanged glances.

“We visited all the places in this building,” muttered Flaunty. “First we supposed, this office could conceal more clues or even real keys, missing on the key holder. If it’s open, moreover, if that’s Misty, who broke in, then it means…”

“…that some other part of the school, we haven’t been to, may be opened now,” Windy ended for her, squinting.

“The left wing…” quietly but firmly suggested Lacy, pointing her thumb over the shoulder. “Let’s check it.”

“Are you ready?” she took out her knife again, probing the blade.

“Aye, ma’am!” smirked Windy, examining the metalized hose still wrapped around her arm; Flaunty grabbed the plank more handily for the better sway.