In Derp Trouble (Patreon)

We got a little story submission by a new writer it seems! It’s very much living up to the spirit of all the previous chapters, and could easily fit into the story. Am very much hoping to see more from of it! 

 Canterlot High is home to a wide variety of students. From the studious and intelligent, to the strong and energetic, and everything in between, the student body at Canterlot High is one of the most diverse you’ll find. This is, of course, an admirable thing and something the school prides itself on (both before and after the makeover). But just as there are as many rising stars in Canterlot High, there’s also those who…

…umm…

…well…

…errrrrr…

…let’s just say she tries her hardest at least.

A young woman with blonde hair, sky-blue blouse, green skirt, and eyes that can be seen from a mile away was busy fiddling with her locker. It was the end of the school day, and once again, the poor girl had forgotten her combination. This was a regular thing for her, and despite her effort to write down the code on a sticky note and placing it in her math textbook as a bookmark so she could remember…

…the math textbook was currently IN the locker.

“Ohhhhh…” she groaned to herself, “I just don’t know what went wrong!?“ She sighed and tried once more to get her stubborn locker open; planting both of her feet against the wall of lockers, gripping the handle and pulling as hard as she could.

That worked about as well as you would expect.

Her grip slipped, and pushing herself off the wall, the girl recoiled straight into another group of girls that had been walking past. Books, papers, pencils, and miscellaneous other school supplies flew through the air and scattered all over. The female projectile’s eyes spun around in her head a few times before settling… well they didn’t actually, she still had one eye pointing one way and another eye pointing the other by the time they stopped spinning.

With a quick shake of her head, she turned around to see just who she had landed on and let out a small gasp. She immediately recognized the faces of Lyra Heartstrings and BonBon, but the gasp she made wasn’t because it was them that broke her fall, but rather because of what they were wearing.

Lyra was wearing a pink tube top that, a few moments ago, was comfortably covering her over-sized bust, but was now rolled up and exposing at least one, if not two, nipples. Her cerulean skirt had wedged itself up into the thong she was wearing that the two became nearly inseparable. She was also missing one of her magenta heels.

"CAREFUL, DERPY!” she fumed. “Like, what’s the big idea?”

“Sorry,” Derpy apologized, “My bad.”

Lyra scowled and climbed off of BonBon who Derpy noticed seemed to be wearing even less than what Lyra was wearing. In fact, Derpy couldn’t quite make out exactly what she was wearing. Was it a bikini top? A bra? Pasties? Abstract Art painting? She couldn’t quite tell and promptly forgot that line of thinking when she saw the impressive (bruised) bust of BonBon’s. She seemed to be several cup sizes larger than Lyra, and it was clear her airbags had absorbed the brunt of the fall.

Derpy winced as she has had that happen to her multiple times and it was never fun.

“Oh geez, BonBon. Are you okay?”

BonBon just silently glared at Derpy with a look of annoyance. Derpy stepped back sheepishly as she and Lyra both dusted themselves off and readjusted their clothes. To Derpy, they still both appeared mostly naked, but given what just happened, she wasn’t about to say anything.

“Hey! Has anyone seen my other shoe?” Lyra asked to no one in particular. Derpy looked upward and saw the shoe in question lodged heel first into the particle board tile of the ceiling. She also saw that it was coming loose and going to fall at any moment…

…right onto Lyra’s head.

“Uhhhh…” was all Derpy had a chance to say before the other shoe dropped.

Literally.

BONK

“OWW!” Lyra cried as she rubbed her aching head.

“Oopsie…” Derpy said with a hush as she knew that they were definitely not happy with her.

Lyra grumbled, put her other shoe back on with a balance and finesse that could only come from years walking in stiletto heels, and with BonBon having finished picking up their things, the two marched off, hips swaying in hypnotic unison, without saying a word more.

Derpy sighed once more. Her natural clumsiness had caused problems… again. But then she took another look at the back sides and plump rear ends of the two angry girls walking away from her and thought to herself, “Did they gain weight or something?”

The bell rang once more indicating that students who weren’t given detention or staying for after school activities should head home. Derpy looked back at her locker and saw that it was, unfortunately, still locked shut. She was about to give up and head on back home without her things when she spotted a familiar sight over the crowd of students passing through the halls. It was an unmistakable pattern of color that could only belong to one person, and someone that could actually help.

“HEY RAINBOW DASH! OVER HERE!”

(End Part 1)