WM: Derpy In The Woods

The Prompt:

>be Derpy
>today, a field trip to the local forest has had the class pretty excited
>but nothing went right for you so far
>first, you rushed out of the house this morning, only then realizing you forgot your underwear
>then, when the bus door closed, it caught your coat, tearing it to shreds
>then, you got separated from the group
>desperate to find them again, you were also being pretty careless
>you shirt got caught in some bushes, tearing it to shreds, and exposing your breasts
>then, you tripped and almost fell off a small ledge, but a branch caught you
>by your skirt, of course, tearing it off
>so now, you're dashing through the woods, looking for your group
>thankfully, you see them, and almost rush out to tell them youre alright
>but then you remember
>you're naked
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>An alarm clock blares, signalling the start of a new day for Derpy Hooves, a student at Canterlot High.
>She reaches for the snooze button, her hand finding only thin air.
>Her head sticks out from beneath the covers, only to find that she had somehow turned upside down sometime during the night.
>Derpy throws the blankets to the floor, turning off the alarm as she stands up and greets the new day with a drawn-out yawn and a stretch of her arms.
>The sound of a rumbling stomach alerts her to just how hungry she is, and she makes her way down to the kitchen for some cereal.
>Her mother is sitting at a table in the next room, sipping at a coffee and reading the morning paper.
>Derpy chimes her usual greeting as she reaches into the cupboards, pulling out a bowl and box of store-brand cocoa balls.
"Hi mom!"
>Her mom returns her hello enthusiastically, but her warm smile turns to a disappointed frown as she looks up from her morning reading material.
>"Well good morning, sweet-... Derpy, what have I told you about not wearing pants around the house?
>The grey teenager blushes red with embarrassment as she remember the attire she had worn to bed last night.
>A yellow button-up pajama top covered her upper body, but her lower half was clad in only a pair of sky blue panties, leaving her legs and much of her butt completely bare.
>Derpy beat a hasty retreat back to her room, her mother sighing as she went back to her morning ritual.
>Would that girl ever learn to clothe herself properly?

>One pair of pajama bottoms later and Derpy was watching cartoons on the couch, devouring her delicious cereal by the spoonful, while giggling at the antics of a certain yellow sponge.
>The episode passes surprisingly quickly, the credits signalling Derpy to get ready for school.
>As she passes through the kitchen on her way to the stairs, her mother speaks up again.
>"Sweetheart, you haven't forgotten about your field trip today, have you? We need to get going soon if we want to get to school in time for the bus."
>Derpy's eyes shot open as she remembered the trip to Whitetail Woods her teacher had been mentioning for the last several weeks, panic brewing within her as she realized she now had less than fifteen minutes to shower, dress, and get her bag packed.
>The grey-skinned girl shot up the stairs, sprinting to the bathroom as quickly as her legs would take her.
>Brushing her teeth under the hot cascade of water, Derpy thought of the things she would need for the field trip.
>Mr Flugelhorn had told them that would only need a packed lunch and water bottle for the day, the former of which her mother had already made for her the night before.
>A tuna salad sandwich and a blueberry muffin, both of which looked incredibly delicious.
>Derpy would be drooling, were her mouth not full of toothpaste.
>Only a few minutes later, Derpy was digging around in her drawers for something to wear, a damp towel wrapped around her midsection.
>She pulls out a blue shortsleeve shirt along with an almost knee-length green skirt.
>Derpy throws both on hurriedly, picking up her backpack as she heads for the stairs to the kitchen.

>Her mother looks her up and down as Derpy approaches her, her mouth forming a taut line as she casts her gaze downward.
>"Aren't we forgetting something, Derpy?"
>The teenager wonders what she could possibly mean, her bare feet shifting nervously against the cold tile.
>A moment later understanding flashes in her eyes, and Derpy shame-facedly begins making her way back to her room, her mother shaking her head at the sight.
>"And don't forget your coat!"
>Derpy heeds her mother's instruction, grabbing a blue and yellow jacket from her wardrobe, laying it on the bed beside her as she slips on her shoes.
>She pulls on a pair of white thigh highs, the ring of yellow at the top widening as they move their way up her legs.
>A pair of lime green sneakers go on over those, their already-tied laces making sliding them on a breeze.
>Derpy thinks to herself for a moment.
>Could she have forgotten anything else?
>She felt like she had, but...
>Giving both herself and her bag a once-over, she found nothing amiss, her food and clothing being exactly where it was meant to be.
>Hm... must have been her imagination.
>With everything in place Derpy is all set to leave, stuffing her jacket into her backpack as she follows her mother out to the car.

>One drive at speeds of questionable legality later and Derpy was being dropped off at the front of Canterlot High, her mother giving the teenager a kiss on the forehead before she pulled away.
>The bus was waiting across the parking lot, and Derpy could see that the rest of her class was already on board.
>Mr Snowflake was waiting at the front entrance of the bus as she approached, a pleasant smile on his face.
>Derpy was surprised by his presence, having forgotten he was chaperoning this trip.
>"It's good to see you, Ms Derpy. I thought you weren't going to make it."
>Mr Snowflake had always been nice to Derpy, often being more of a friend than a gym teacher.
>He had never said why he acted that way, but the kindness that shined in his eyes wherever he went told her all she needed to know.
>Mr Snowflake was just a really caring person, was all.
"I'm sorry Mr Snowflake! I kind of forgot we had the trip today..."
>Derpy's eyes self-consciously turned toward the ground as he chuckled.
>"That's alright, Derpy. You just get onto the bus, and we'll be on our way."
>The grey girl does just that, her legs easily propelling her up the steps leading onto the coach.
>She's confronted by a wall of noise as she enters, the combined voices of a bus full of belligerent teenagers creating a deafening atmosphere of unintelligible conversation.
>Mr Flugelhorn is sitting at the front of the bus, checking her off the class roll as she comes into view.
>Derpy spots her friends sitting close to the back of the bus, waving at her to come on over.
>But that's easier said than done, the aisle leading to them filled with legs and bags of all shapes and sizes.
>She almost trips more than once, catching herself on either a seat or a person, the latter of which are none too happy about being grabbed so roughly.

>Fortunately nothing comes of it aside from some dirty looks, and she's soon standing over her partners in crime, Blueberry Pie and Raspberry Fluff.
>Both say their hello's simultaneously, their wide smiles gleaming like joyous spotlights.
>Blueberry motions to the seat behind her and Raspberry, and Derpy quickly deposits herself in the empty space, the cushion feeling unusually scratchy against her rear.
>Derpy feels around on the seat of the chair, finding nothing out of the ordinary.
>Thinking that the problem could have stuck to her when she stood back up, Derpy's hands move to her bottom, revealing a far bigger problem than poorly manufactured fabric.
>In fact it reveals no fabric at all, her fingers coming into immediate contact with her privates.
>Derpy gasps in shock, her face flushing red as her pupils begin to wander in nervousness.
>She can't have forgotten, not again...
>The grey schoolgirl slams her rear back down into the chair, revealing to her another problem.
>Derpy's breasts fall heavily against her chest as her movement ceases, causing both her panic and embarrassment to rise to record levels.
>She chances a brush of her hand against her chest, wary of the other students surrounding her.
>Sure enough, there's nothing separating her palm and her breasts but the thin fabric of her shirt, her bra nowhere to be found.
>Oh no...
>Derpy knew she had forgotten something this morning, but this was beyond anything she could have imagined.
>Her friends still chatted away in the seats in front of her, seemingly unaware of her plight.

>Good, Derpy thought.
>They would have any underwear to spare for her, and even if they did, it's not like she could put them on in a crowded bus.
>Nor could she put it on while on the field trip, to be honest.
>Her outfit had no pockets, and she couldn't just smuggle a bra and panties around in her hands without someone noticing.
>The only way to avoid embarrassment was to just go on about her day as normal, and hope that no one learned about her clothing problems.
>Yeah, that... that could work.

>Derpy begins talking with her friends as the bus pulls away, managing to calm herself down enough for her voice to not give anything away.
>Mr Flugelhorn gives a speech on the intercom as they head toward the highway, but she's too distracted to listen, every movement the bus makes reminding her of the non-existent state of her undergarments.
>A long, grueling hour later, and Derpy's class has reached Whitetail Woods, their destination for the day.
>As the bus pulls up on the edge of a clearing in the forest, Mr Flugelhorn takes to the intercom again, explaining how the day was going to proceed.
>The class was going to be split into two groups, the members of which were read out then and there.
>Derpy felt her heart sink as she learned that both Blueberry and Raspberry were going to be in the other group, leaving her on her own with a bunch of students who might as well be strangers.
>As if this day wasn't already bad enough...
>She and everyone else was then told to assemble on the asphalt outside, and to leave their bags behind in the bus, Mr Flugelhorn assuring everyone that they'll be able to retrieve them at lunch.
>Derpy waited in her seat while everyone made their way off, making sure that she was the last one to exit.
>She couldn't stand being in such a closely packed crowd in her state, the mere idea of someone elses's body touching her, feeling their flesh rubbing so closely against her in such a lewd state...
>It made her hair stand on end.
>The moment the last of the other students leaving the bus had passed her, Derpy stood up and followed, keeping a bit of distance from them just in case.

>Derpy bounded down the steps at the front of the bus, heedless of her wildly bouncing breasts and skirt.
>She just wanted to be on the ground with everyone else, where no one could see under her thin layer of protection.
>But in her haste Derpy failed to notice the screw sticking out from the railing next to the door, her movement being abruptly halted as it caught on her shirt.
>A tearing noise was heard from the back of her top, accompanied by a pair of buttons flying onto the concrete outside.
>The sudden stop causes Derpy to slip, her feet flying out from under her as she plummets toward the steps below.
>Her arms instinctually move to her crotch, keeping her skirt from flying up and showing off her complete and utter lack of panties.
>But the screw hasn't yet let go of her, and it pulls the fabric of her shirt up and over her stomach, bunching up under her chest as her bare butt makes contact with the cold steel of the stair.
>No more ripping is heard, but it's obvious to anyone who looks that Derpy isn't wearing a bra, the outline of her breasts clearly visible through the nanometer-thick material of her shirt.
>Derpy scrambles to stand back up, her face afire with surprise and shame as she attempts to extricate her shirt from its metal captor.
>The fabric comes away after a moment, the screw keeping a small shred of cloth for itself.
>An inspection of her top reveals that the screw had made only torn a small hole in the lower half of her back, barely wide enough to fit a finger through and certainly not large enough to reveal anything untoward.
>After checking that she was alright, she turns her gaze outside, expecting to be confronted by a crowd of students laughing at her misfortune.

>But to her surprise there's no one even looking in her direction, the groups having apparently been far enough to have not even heard her fall.
>Derpy smiles at her fortune, shaking her head in amusement as she realizes her embarrassment was all over nothing.
>She wasn't even seen, and it's not like a small hole in her shirt is going to cause her any real problems.
>The buttons that had flown off of the front of her shirt weren't exactly critical either, one having gone missing from the center while another had disappeared from her stomach.
>At worst, a little more of her collarbone was on display.
>With a grin on her face Derpy sets off for Mr Flugelhorn's group, joining them just in time to hear the tail end of the forest guide's description of the trail.
>Apparently the walk was going to be along one of the shorter nature trails, hopefully taking just a little over an hour to complete.
>A peaceful morning walk through the wilderness... that could be nice.

>Ten minutes later, and Derpy knew that wasn't the case.
>Everything the guide said was so painfully uninteresting, and no one she knew was here to talk to.
>As if that wasn't enough, her skirt was a constant worry, the breeze regularly causing the fabric to float upwards and reveal a dangerous amount of her bare thighs.
>Slowly but surely she fell to the back of the group, kicking stones off the trail in an attempt to alleiviate some of her boredom.
>A few of the rocks bounced off of the trees, but some managed to pass by them, skittering across the forest floor and out of sight.
>One flew higher than she intended, smacking into a branch hard enough to shake loose a birds nest, the bundle of twigs and leaves falling to the ground with a distant thump.
>Derpy's hand went to her mouth, her face the picture of regret.
>What had she done?!
>Those poor birdies could be hurt, or worse!
>She had to get down there and check on them right away.
>A steep embankment covered in thick greenery separated the trail and the site of the birds nest, and Derpy made her way down it with reckless abandon.
>About halfway down she slipped and fell, the bushes scratching and tugging sharply at Derpy and her outfit as she slid and rolled to the bottom of the incline.
>She wastes no time whatsoever getting back up and sprinting for the nest, holding out hope that the little baby birds inside weren't harmed by her foolish kicking.
>But when she gets there, there's no sound, no movement, and no signs of life whatsoever.
>Derpy almost can't bear to look, but she has to know for sure.

>She kneels down, flipping over the nest to see...
>Nothing.
>There's nothing inside of it, not even feathers.
>A cursory examination of her surroundings reveals no sign of any chicks, or any eggs for that matter.
>It seems like the nest was simply abandoned.
>Derpy breathes a sigh of relief, the guilt melting away as she brings herself back up to her full height.
>Turns out nothing had gone wrong after all.

>The thought occured to Derpy that she might want to be getting back to the group.
>She didn't want to worry them, after all.
>Turning back toward the path, she surveyed the embankment she had so recently rolled down, looking for an easy way back up.
>There wasn't much in the way of stairs, or any kind of shallow slope.
>The only thing she could see was a lot of steeply-piled dirt, featuring a fair amount of bushes.
>One of them looked off though, its green colouration not quite matching the leaves of the ones around it.
>It was like something was caught on it, a plastic bag, or a piece of clothing, or...
>Her skirt!
>Derpy looked downward, crying out in dismay when she spotted her bare crotch staring back at her.
>Her hands moved to cover herself, looking about in case someone was nearby.
>There wasn't for now, but Derpy knew someone would come looking for her eventually.
>If she could grab her skirt and get back up to the path, then she could just pretend that she got distracted and fell behind.
>With the amount of time she'd been here though, someone was bound to come soon.
>She had to hurry.
>The embankment was trickier to climb that Derpy had originally thought, the steep slope giving her almost no purchase whatsoever.
>She had to use rocks and bushes as handholds, the former of which had a nasty habit of tumbling out of the dirt at a moments notice, making a terrible racket as they bounced down to the forest floor.
>But Derpy pressed on, coming closer and closer to her goal, her skirt almost within reach.
>Just a little bit further, and... success!
>Derpy grasped the green fabric in the palm of her hand, a victorious smile spreading across her face.
>It immediately disappeared as she lost her footing, her half-naked form sliding down the slope once again, the weight of her body rending her skirt asunder with an almighty shred.

>Derpy felt nothing but despair as she sat there in the dirt, her only hope of salvation having been torn to pieces before her very eyes. By her very hands, even.
>Why did she have to be such a clutz?
>If she had only remembered to put on underwear this morning she wouldn't be in this mess.
>At the very least she'd be able to ask someone for help without baring her privates to them.
>Derpy yelled into her shoulder, attempting to let out her anger and frustration without attracting any attention.
>This was no time for self-pity, she knew that.
>It was a time for action!
>Derpy brought herself back to her feet, a fire of determination burning brightly behind her eyes.
>She could do this.
>She could get through this day without making a fool of herself.
>"Derpy, are you there?"
>Or she could get caught by some random classmate and have exactly that happen.
>The voice sounded masculine but is otherwise unfamiliar, its volume increasing as he worked his way along the trail toward her
>Mr Flugelhorn must have noticed she wasn't with the group anymore and sent someone to look for her.
>She couldn't let him see her like this!
>But there was nowhere to run, the tree line being too far away for her to reach without being spotted and nowhere near enough cover nearby for her to hide her entire body behind.
>The person's voice was coming closer, he couldn't be more than a few seconds from seeing her.
>Derpy quickly ducked behind a bush, making sure her lower half was properly concealed, a plan forming in her mind.

>A yellow-skinned, cyan-haired head crests over the ridge, immediately locking onto Derpy's prone form.
>Her rear end was shoved into the dirt behind the bush, its leaves brushing against her outer thigh.
>She cringes, desperately hoping he can't see her lower body from this angle.
>"There you are, Derpy! The teacher was worried about you. Why aren't you with the rest of the group? And why are you down there?"
>Derpy swallows before replying, trying to quell her nervousness.
"I... I came down here because I'm, uh... having my period..."
>She grits her teeth, prepared to be called out on her lie, for him to come down here and see her in such an undignified state.
>What would everyone think of her?
>But instead the face of the anonymous teenager grows red, and he breaks eye-contact with her, his speech becoming flustered.
>"I, uh... alright. I'll go tell Mr Flugelhorn not to worry, I guess. Um... I hope you get better soon."
>With that, he turns tail back where he came from, his footsteps quickly fading into the distance.
>Derpy sighed in relief, before giggling at the way he responded to her claim.
>She had heard the period excuse worked every time, but she didn't think it would be that effective.
>Why was she even worried?
>But regardless of how well the lie worked on him, there was no guarantee it would work on anyone else, her teacher especially.
>Derpy knew she had to move before anyone else decided to come looking for her.

>But where to go?
>She couldn't ask anyone for help, not without revealing her nudity, and it wasn't like she could just build a pair of pants out of leaves.
>Her skirt's waistband had been torn in half, making it completely impossible to wear, or even to help fashion anything else out of.
>The strip of green fabric still lay on the forest floor where she had left it, a painful reminder of how terrible this day had become.
>Derpy had no idea where her friends might be by now, so trying to find them would be a pointless waste of time.
>Maybe she could find something on the bus?
>It's possible someone brought a spare pair of pants, or-
>Wait a second, didn't she bring a jacket?
>Derpy facepalmed, her ditzy nature once again coming back to haunt her.
>She could have had an extra layer of protection this whole time, and she just forgot it in her bag?
>The grey teenager moaned in frustration.
>How could she be this forgetful, on today of all days?
>Derpy shook her head, trying to clear the loathsome thoughts from her mind.
>She needed to be strong, damn it.
>Now, to get back to that bus...

>Derpy had been walking for several minutes now, attempting to follow the trail back to the the clearing where the bus was parked.
>But that wasn't as easy as it would seem, the steep slope curving away from the path as she went onwards.
>She couldn't climb back up, that was for sure.
>Her last attempt at scaling the thing had gone so poorly that she had ended up half naked.
>She would hate for it to give her an encore.
>Not to mention that if she did get back up there, she'd have no way to hide if someone were to be walking along it.
>But... if she remembered correctly, the other side of the path had no slope at all.
>If she could cross over, then she could use the forest on the other side as cover, without having to leave the path and risk losing herself in the foliage.
>Derpy searched the trees above hers, searching for one whose branches would take her over the trail.
>She quickly found one, it's long limbs being more than enough to reach her destination.
>There was only one problem.
>There were no branches low enough for her to reach them from her position, even if she jumped.
>All of the trees nearby were the same, none of their limbs slung low enough for Derpy to climb them by hand.
>Her arms were too short to reach the other side of the trunk, making shimmying up it impossibly difficult.
>She needed a sling of some kind to wrap around the tree, something to hold her in place as she makes her way up.
>Her socks were too delicate for the task, as was her shirt, the material of both not designed for holding the weight of an entire human.
>Hm... maybe if she wound them together the garments would reinforce each other, making them strong enough to support her.

>But if she did that then she'd be completely naked while she climbed.
>Anyone who happened to be walking the path would surely spot her grey and yellow form against the pale brown bark of the pine.
>But the only other option was walking off into the woods, the possibility of getting lost weighing heavily on her mind.
>Then there was the problem of wild animals...
>Derpy would prefer not to come face to face with a mountain lion anytime soon, if she could avoid it.

>The decision was a no brainer.
>Derpy strips off her shirt and socks quickly, the missing buttons only helping to speed the process along.
>She winds them together into a flimsy but serviceable rope, easily strong enough to survive her pulling and tugging as she tests its durability.
>She hastily approaches the tree she wishes to climb, eager to get this over and done with so she can cover herself up again.
>Every little puff of wind reminds her of how exposed she is, the air softly caressing every inch of her skin.
>The makeshift rope has little weight to it, and it takes a couple of tries to get it swung around the wooden trunk, Derpy's breasts rubbing against its coarse surface as her arms scramble to find their target.
>Her hands finally catch the clothing, leaning back from the tree as her shoes find purchase on its bark.
>Derpy begins moving upward, shifting the shirt and socks up as needed, slowly making her way toward her goal.
>She glances nervously at the trail as it comes into view, knowing that at any moment someone could come walking along.
>The strain she's putting on her rope is beginning to show though, the sound of tearing fabric reaching her ears as the branch she so desperately needs to get to comes into reach.
>Derpy throws her arm upward, the rope dangling from one hand as she grasps the tree limb in the other.
>She awkwardly pulls herself onto the branch, unable to use her left hand without dropping her only clothing to the forest floor below, her forearm doing most of the heavy lifting instead.
>The tree limb is uncomfortably rough, the wood between her legs grating against her inner thighs and rear end.
>Derpy gasps when it touches her privates, the coarseness that was so uncomfortable to her other parts bringing an altogether new sensation down there.
>Maybe she should have sat on this thing sideways...

>The distraction is momentary however, and she begins untying her clothes from each other, eager to be covered up again.
>Her socks seemed like they were okay, and she laid them across the branch, planning on putting them back on once her feet were back on the ground.
>Her shirt, however, was a different story.
>Several tears were present length- and widthways across the garment, and a fair portion of stitching along the various seams had simply burst.
>Worst of all, almost all of the buttons were missing, the only one left being located at the bottom of the opening.
>It was nearly completely useless now, the only consolation being that none of the new openings were located along the chest.
>Derpy whimpered sadly, the knowledge that she could no longer hide her upper body properly making her heart sink like a stone.
>There was no way she could pull a stunt like the one she did with that boy back there again.
>No way to save herself if she was caught again...
>Derpy reclothes herself as best as she can, her half-open shirt baring much of her chest and stomach to the outside world.
>Slinging the socks over her shoulder, she begins crawling along the limb toward the other side of the trail, the green needles of the pine lightly brushing against her bare skin.

>The grey schoolgirl gets about halfway across before she hears the sound she dreads most.
>Voices.
>She looks downward to see a small group of men walking by below, all chatting amongst themselves as they leisurely stroll down the path toward her.
>None of them are looking her way for the moment, absorbed as they are in their conversation, but any movement could alert them to her presence.
>There were some pine needles between her and them, but they wouldn't be enough to hide her, not by a long shot.
>Derpy stays as still as she can, her bare butt pointed skyward for all to see, her breasts clearly visible through her wide-open shirt.
>Her breath becomes slow and shallow, Derpy trying to make as little noise as possible.
>One of them points to something off of the trail, as another ticks off something in a little book.
>They pause there for a minute, discussing whatever it is they're seeing amongst themselves.
>The wait is agony, every single muscle in Derpy's body screaming for her to run while they're not facing her way.
>But she knows she can't trust them to stay that way, or to just ignore the sounds of her running along the branch.
>Almost two minutes go by before they move again, their departure a welcome relief for the beleaguered teenager.
>They slowly walk under the tree she's in, and disappear around the next corner on the path.
>Derpy lets out a relieved gasp once they're gone, quickly climbing to the end of the tree limb.

>The branch is a little too high to jump from without injuring herself, so Derpy instead grabs on to one of the thinner trees, trying to rappel down with her hands and feet.
>It doesn't work particularly well, and she falls backwards onto the ground, her butt taking most of the force.
>She massages her sore rear as she stands back up, the naked grey flesh now stained with dirt.
>Her plush bottom was used to taking knocks like that, but still...
>Derpy gets over it quickly enough though, slipping her socks and shoes back on before once again journeying toward the bus.

>The forest is a little thicker on this side, with many bushes to hide behind.
>The fact that there's so much cover so close at hand makes Derpy feel much better about her state, even if she does have to contend with them tripping her up once in a while.
>It's on one of these falls, however, that she gains a sudden hatred for her convenient cover.
>Derpy had simply been walking along, when a particularly pretty bird had caught her eye.
>Her gaze didn't linger on it for long, but it was more than enough for her to walk directly into a tree root, somehow catching both her feet and sending her faceplanting into the dirt below.
>Her hands attempted to arrest her descent on a nearby treee branch, but it broke off in her grip, the wood having rotted almost the whole way through.
>That plan having failed, she braced for impact, her arms moving in front of her face in order to soften the impact.
>But something other than soil met her on the way down.
>Improbably, she fell directly inbetween two bushes, her shirt catching on their little twigs.
>The gaps in the seams widen as they take her weight, her final button put under enormous pressure by her fall.
>Both fail almost simultaneously, the button flying to the ground as the shirt is torn in two.
>To add insult to injury, the button flies up and smacks her in the face just as she hits the ground, bouncing off of her cheek and into the undergrowth.
>She doesn't even have to look to know the garment is ruined, the hair tickling her back where the shirt used to be telling her all she needs to know.
>Throwing the shredded fabric aside, Derpy wipes her front half clean of dirt, trying not to scream in frustration.
>First she forgot her underwear, then her skirt gets torn in half, now this?
>This day was just getting worse and worse.

>Now completely naked except for a pair of thigh highs and sneakers, Derpy crept toward her destination, constantly scanning the nearby trail for any hint of human presence.
>It's not long before she makes it to the clearing where the bus is parked, the area free and clear of any visitors or fellow students.
>Unfortunately for Derpy though, the bus was on the opposite side of the area, a few meters away from the opposing treeline.
>She could circle around, but that would take a while.
>In her wandering she had lost track of time, and she had no idea when lunch was.
>If she wasn't here when they came back then they would surely start looking for her, making it impossible to approach the bus undetected.
>Derpy had to take the shot now, before her chance was gone forever.
>She scans the area one last time, making sure no one was around to catch her.
>When she's one hundred percent sure the place was empty, she starts running as fast as she can, exploding out of the treeline and onto the concrete.
>Her legs burn with exertion from her long forest trek, and her little sprint isn't doing them any favours, her speed slowing considerably as she moves onward.
>A third of the way across the parking lot, she begins hearing dozens of distant voices from beyond the trees, the first terrifying indication that her class was returning from their morning walk.
>Derpy can feel the fear grip her heart as the adrenaline kicks in, her legs going into overdrive as she imagines her entire class catching her in the buff.
>All those mocking grins, the neverending laughter, the endless cameras recording every last moment of her embarrassment...
>She could never live that down.
>Her legs couldn't possibly move any faster, the bus quickly approaching as the voices do much the same.
>Derpy nearly slams into the front of the vehicle, her fingers hammering the door release button.

>She leaps inside as they open, crawling on all fours through the centre aisle to avoid being seen through the windows.
>A desperate search for her seat ensues, Derpy unable to navigate the bus effectively from her low vantage point.
>Looking under the various seats for her bag, her worst fears begin to come to life as she hears the voices of her classmates approaching her position.
>Derpy needs to cover herself, and quick.
>But there's nothing that she can hide behind, and even if she did the coach is sure to filled with people at any moment.
>No matter how far back she was in the bus, someone would eventually find her if she just crouched behind a seat.
>She needed to find something that would cover her on all sides, something to hide under...
>The seats!
>All of them had spaces under them, enough to fit a backpack or two.
>And all of them had a fabric covering around their base that concealed anything stashed beneath them, from the sides at least.
>The front only had a half covering, just enough to obscure the bags underneath it, but not enough to get in the way of the person grabbing it.
>Derpy ducked into one of the nearby footwells, pulling a pair of bags out from under the chairs.
>She squeezed herself under the pair of seats, the awkward confines making it difficult to move.
>The top of her head ended up braced against the wall, with her rear pointed toward the aisle, and her head positioned so that she could see out from under the front of the seats.
>Heavy footsteps sounded throughout the bus as the students came on board, the air filling with conversation as they took their seats.
>Derpy's arms were crossed over her chest, her eyes filled with fear as the threat of discovery grew exponentially.
>Two pairs of boots traipsed up to her hiding place, both sitting themselves down in the seats above her, the cushions shoving her nude form even harder against the floor.

>She had thought the students would get off the coach immediately, but it seemed they were eating lunch here.
>Well that was unusual.
>Students usually had to eat outside of the bus, not in it.
>Derpy didn't bother to wonder about it though, the people surrounding her being a far more pressing concern.
>One of the girls in front of her had begun swinging her leg, her boot coming dangerously close to smacking Derpy in the face.
>Meanwhile, one of the teenagers behind her had their foot slowly inching under her cover, their shoe beginning to nudge its way into her butt cheek.
>Hopefully they didn't decide to move it much further, or she was going to be in real trouble.
>Derpy could feel the rough rubber of its sole scraping against her skin, rubbing up and down as the person the shoe belonged to tapped their foot to some invisible beat.
>The unexpected butt massage was rocking Derpy back and forth, her head knocking against the floor with every thrust, and her face coming awfully close to the boots of the girls in front.
>By this point her face might as well have been on fire, the combination of her panic and embarrassment making her feel as though she was going to pass out.
>Derpy's vision was becoming blurry, her thoughts becoming scattered and uncoordinated.
>The combination of Derpy's long, exhausting walk and her panic and fear was overwhelming her, threatening to knock her unconscious.
>No, she... she couldn't faint, not here... not now...
>Not when... when she could be so easily discovered...
>She... no...
>...

>A loud voice from the bus intercom brings Derpy back to the real world, the familiar cadence inciting terror in her as she begins to understand the words it's saying.
>"...and the search teams have assured me they are doing everything in their power to find Derpy. In the meantime, all of you should go home. We'll send word when she's found."
>Derpy could hear students begin to get up and leave the bus, the footfalls sounding heavily as they passed by her hiding place.
>Panic rose up within her, her breathing bordering on hyperventilation as the reality of the situation hits her.
>They thought she was missing in the woods, lost and in need of rescue.
>Meanwhile she was unconscious under a chair on the bus, managing to sleep through the entire panic.
>Her mother was going to ground her forever for this.
>Oh crud, she totally forgot about her mom!
>She must be so worried right now...
>Her friends must be missing her too, come to think of it.
>Derpy had to tell them she was alright.
>The grey teenager crowbarred her way from beneath the seats, practically sprinting toward the front of the bus.
>She couldn't let everyone worry about her like this, especially not when she was right here.
>It just wasn't right.
>Derpy descended the steps at the front of the bus, rushing out onto the asphalt of the school parking lot.
>Judging by where the sun was in the sky, it was much later in the afternoon than the trip was originally scheduled to return.
>Derpy hoped she didn't make anyone too late...

>A large contigent of her class were milling about nearby, presumably still waiting for their parents to come and pick them up.
>Meanwhile the local media had apparently latched on to her story rather quickly, and a large contigent of reporters and their attending cameramen were gathered on the asphalt around Principal Celestia as she gave a statement.
>Celestia's back was to the bus, both her and the group of senior school staff surrounding her completely oblivious to Derpy's presence.
>The press however almost immediately noticed her presence, the cameras beginning to focus on her the moment she leaves the bus, the reporters falling silent as their eyes do the same.
>Wow, these guys must be super shocked by her just showing up like this.
>Well, it's not like anyone expects the missing teenager to just appear out of the blue like this, after all.
>They have a right to be a least a little surprised.
>Derpy makes her way over to the Principal, tapping on her shoulder to get her attention.
>"Not now, can't you see I'm- uh..."
>Celestia responds sharply, her sentence cutting off as she turns toward the source of the distraction.
>Namely, Derpy.
"Hi, Principal Celestia! I'm sorry about scaring you guys. But I'm here now, so you don't have to worry about me anymore!"
>The grey girl stands there in front of everyone with a smile on her face, pleased with herself for ending the panic over her disappearance.
>Her smile begins to fade a little when no one responds, the complete silence beginning to worry her.
>Did she do something wrong?
"Hello? Is everything okay?"
>The principal stutters out a reponse, a tinge of red adding colour to her otherwise plain pink-white face.
>"Um... Derpy? Why are you... uh... naked?"

>Derpy's eyes widen as she remembers why she was crammed under that seat in the first place, the same reason she had left the group in the woods.
>Forgetting her underwear, watching her skirt be torn in two by a clumsy slip, feeling her shirt disintegrate around her as a bush ripped it to shreds...
>All of these memories and more flashed through Derpy's mind as she remembered her near-total state of nudity, the only fabric currently on her body being a pair of dirtied socks.
>To her credit, Derpy doesn't scream.
>Instead, she quietly whimpers, her arms dashing to cover her important parts.
>The sheer embarrassment causes her eyes to cross, making it impossible for her to see well enough to run.
>She stays frozen in front of the camera-toting crowd, unable to move, the textbook definition of shame and humiliation.
>Some distant laughter can be heard from the group of students nearby, helping impress upon her the immensity of her mistake.
>A small part of her can't help but laugh, though.
>She had be the only person on the planet silly enough to forget that she wasn't wearing anything in public.
>And if there's one upside to this, it's that she can never do anything this ditzy again.
>It's all uphill from here.
>...wait, are those news guys reporting live?