fandomhigh | The Elements of Friendship, Thursday, Period 3

Pinkie was still a little bit hoarse ~~*rimshot*~~ from singing all day yesterday, but that wasn't going to stop her from putting together an awesome class! The Danger Shop was set up as a little agricultural fair today, complete with a big bright barn on one side of the field, and stands offering assorted fried dough and apple products. The center of the field was set up in a rustic, circular obstacle course. Pinkie stood on a platform in the middle with a bullhorn on top of a little stand.

"Hi everypony!" she cheered in an ear whisper. "Welcome back! I hope you all had fun singing yesterday! I did!" Not being able to talk easily put no damper on Pinkie's enthusiasm, it seemed. "Today, you all get to try out a Ponyville tradition: the Sisterhooves Social! But since you're not sisters and you don't have hooves, I guess it's the Friendlyfeet Social, today! Yay!" She stomped her feet happily.

"I've already paired you guys up, so take a few moments to enjoy the food and warm up, and get ready to race! The two-student team that gets to the finish line together first wins!"

[ooc: *starter gun!*]

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Topher squawked again, and managed to somehow kick Jim hard in the small of his back. "I cannot allow this!" he yelped.

ONLY TONY WAS ALLOWED TO CARRY HIM. AND EVEN THAT ONLY HAPPENED IN ~~EROTIC~~ VERY CONFUSING DREAMS.

The kick got a squawk out of Jim in turn.

"That hurt!"

And then it was on, and Jim was totally leaping at Topher, totally bent on tackling him into the mudpit.

Boys. Boys.

Topher yelped, skinny limbs doing absolutely nothing in the way of preventing him from getting tackled right away. "Get off!" he yelled.

Not dirty. Except, well, mud.

"I'll let you up if you agree to run the race," Jim intoned, pressing his hands down against Topher's shoulders, hell-bent on either getting his way, or soaking the guy through with muck. "And if we win, I'll do something to make it up to you. Just... please? You slept in my bed! This is the least you can do!"

... Also not dirty. Except for the mud.

"Let me go let me go let me go there's buuuuuugs!" Topher whined, flailing about.

He did not enjoy bugs, Jim. Did. Not. Enjoy. Them.

"They're fake bugs! This isn't even a real fair!"

Oh yeah. He went there, Topher.

That said, he was getting up, pointedly standing in the way in case Topher wanted to backtrack. The only way out was to go to the next obstacle.

JIM WAS HELL-BENT ON WINNING THIS.

"FINE," Topher announced loudly, stomping ahead. "What's next?"

"Barrels," Jim said, pointing. "And a pyramid. I'll help you over it if you need."

Oh yeah, he could taste that victory already!

The Elements of Friendship, Thursday, Period 3

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