Anon - Period Party

>CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP
>"Hey Dashie!"
>Dash groans in frustratiom so hard it comes out as a guttural trill
>The stall door continues to shudder under Pinkie's beating fists
>Metal rings against metal as the lock barely holds together, each jittering impact cutting into Dash's ears like shattering glass
>"Fffff-uck you Pinkie."
>She just laughs and bashes on the door even harder
>Dash can't hold back her frustration any longer
>Her groaning, churning stomach heaves
>A vile gush of acidic diarrhea paints the bowel
>Her arms folded tightly across her stomach Dash drops her head to her knees
>Had she a gun available suicide wouldn't require a second thought
>"Period party! Period Party!"
>Pinkie keeps shrieking like an alarm
>Dash fights the urge to puke, a terrible cramp in her stomach stealing her strength
>"Need a tampon, Dashie?"
>People in the hallway can probably hear this
>Dash raises her head to tell Pinkie fuck off
>A wet plop hits her cheek
>The warm wet red mouse rests in the panties tented between Dash's ankles, wicking into her clean underwear
>The mirrors nearly shatter from Dash's shrieks of rage as Pinkie slips out of the bathroom snort-laughing so hard she can hardly see

>"Hey Rare, got a spare tampon?"
>>"Pinkie please, a woman such as myself must be careful with her ch-"
>"Pfffff- Twilight can l get a tampon?"
>>"Yeah here, you forgot to bring any?"
>"Nah, just pranked the fuck out of Dash with my last one."
>Pinkie turns her back to the girls, putting her boot on a table and applying it without a second thought
> She flicks the applicator across the room without a second thought
>>"Did ya'll git 'er with the ol' 'period party'?"
>"Hell yeah AJ you know what a cunt l am!"
>They all laugh, none harder than Pinkie herself, Twilight's silence being the sole exception
>>"W-what's a period party?"
>The other four girls stare her down with condescending pity
>Pinkie sighs, having just popped a fresh plug in
>But the God of pranks must be appeased
>Standing behind Twilight, Pinkie pulls the fat little tampon free
>It had just started to swell, half crimson, half white
>Cupping it in her palm she slinks up behind Twi, the purple girl's gaze held by the stares of the others
>Pinkie claps it hard against Twilight's cheek from behind
>"Period Party!" They all cry in unison
>Twi flails, falling out of her desk
>By the time she realizes what the sticky mucousy mess on her face is Pinkie has already skidooed put the door