Twilight was just going on about her day, checking out the shops for a quick lunch. The day was bright, the air warm, and her mood was as sunny as Celestia's sun. A perfect day. Suddenly she felt a warm poof around her waist that then left a very uncomfortable breeze in personal places, "W-what?!" she gulps, reaching down and securing her skirt, feeling the fabric against bare skin that shouldn't be bare. Her cheeks grow hot, realisation kicking in as something quite bad just happened. Though to her good grace she had some friends backing her up.

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Trixie ya jerk!