A Dazzling Pack IIII

>"What seems to be the problem, Mr. Caramel?"
>You liked to think that--for a high school student-- you worked pretty damn hard
>You were an A+ student, you worked your BUTT off at the Apple's farm, and you were the head of half of the clubs in this school
>A lot of what you were doing was hard, long, tiring work, but you didn't mind
>Your dad didn't raise one of those air-head guys that coasted by on their looks
>You worked hard
>You played hard
>You were an active member of the community
>And
>You
>Couldn't
>TAKE
>IT ANYMORE!
>Today was the accumulation of weeks of work
>Texting, emailing, even a little bribery here and there had come into play
>A lot of your buddies said that it wouldn't work, that you'd get detention and that'd be the end of it
>But you were determined-- no, RESOLUTE-- in getting some things changed in this school
>You stood in the lobby where all of the hallways on the second floor intersected
>Around you were your friends Thunderlane, Norman, Flash, and Bulk Biceps to name a few
>Each and every one of you were wearing a multicolored t-shirts with the words MEN'S RIGHT printed on the front
>In your hands were signs
>"CHANGE THE DRESS CODE!"
>"WE WANT THE SAME RIGHTS AS THE GIRLS!"
>"WE DEMAND EQUALITY!"
>On these signs, carefully tapped so they wouldn't fall off, was underwear
>Both mens and womens
>Boxers, panties, g-strings, briefs
>Like you had expected, your little "protest" had garnered a lot of attention
>Kids from all grades had stopped what they were doing to crowd around all of you, their phones out and recording

>Teachers were peppered throughout the crowds, trying to break them up, trying to get them back to class, but they would not be moved
>"NO POWER, NO PANTS!"
>"MY UNDERWEAR DOES NOT DEFINE ME!"
>"CHANGE THE DRESS CODE!"
>The guys were waving their signs around, making as much noise as they could
>You needed the attention
>You needed all of these people to put what you were doing on social media
>You needed to get the word out
>That was the only way that you'd FIX this
>Standing in front of your little group, their eyes narrowed and their arms crossed against their chests, were Principal Celestia and Vice-Principal Luna
>Neither of them looked to happy with what you were doing, giving you the kind of cold, authoritative stare that would have sent most people running
>But you stood your ground
>You had to, otherwise nobody would listen
"We're tired of this school's male population being persecuted for wearing the wrong thing!" you said, puffing your chest up.
>The principal and vice-principal exchanged glances
>"Caramel, I can't pretend to know what's going on, but if you could just stop this and come with me to my office..." principal Celestia began
>You quickly shook your head
"I'm afraid that we can't do that, ma'am," you said
>The vice-principal's nose scrunched up
>"Mr. Caramel, please, you're being unreasonable--"
"I am NOT being unreasonable!" you barked. "For the last two months I've been emailing people on the school board, trying to get them to help with this, but not a single one of them listened! No one even emailed me back!"
>Looking away from them , you turned your attention toward the crowds
"We guys always get the short end of the stick when it comes to the dress code! Girls are allowed to wear pretty much whatever they want, but if OUR shorts aren't fingertip length we have to call home for a new change of clothes!"

>In the crowds, guys began to murmur amongst each other
>Good
"I've seen girls here wear spaghetti tops, leggings, shirts that expose their bellies."
>You pointed out a girl standing in front of the crowd
"And everywhere I look I see CAMELTOES because girls don't wear panties, and NO ONE says anything about that! It's ridiculous!"
>You turned back to the principal and her sister, spreading out your arms
"I know that guys and girls have to have different versions of the dress code. We wear different things, I get that. But it's not fair that ours is so strict while there's is more lenient!"
>"Caramel, whatever you believe, the dress code is applied equally to--"
"No it's not, and you KNOW IT!" you said, pointing a finger at her
>Vice-principal let out a sigh
>"A girl isn't going to be ogled by a bunch of men, Mr. Caramel," she said bluntly
"We shouldn't be ogled in the FIRST place!" you retorted
>"We wouldn't ogle you if you all didn't dress up like sluts!" someone shouted from the crowd, prompting laughter
>You frowned
>Was that Rainbow Dash?
>...
>That sounded like Rainbow Dash...
>The dyke...
>"He's right!" Sandalwood said, pushing his way out of the crowd. "I got a detention the other day because my pants were a little too tight, and there BonBon was wearing cut-off jeans that were shorter than her panties!"
>"We should be able to wear whatever we want!" another guy cried
>"Yeah! It's not our fault that girls can't keep their clits in their pants!"
>The crowd began to move and shift
>Both guys and girls were talking
>Some of them were starting to look upset
>The teachers tried to yet again restore order, but it wasn't any use
>It was working

>People were talking
>Thinking
>Getting upset
>"You know that all you guys want to do is dress in skimpy shit to get attention!"
>"We just want to wear something comfortable! What's wrong with that?"
>"Yeah! You girls wear your dirty, period-blood stained pants all the time! Why can't I wear my favorite yoga pants?!"
>The crowd began to her louder and louder
>There was pushing and shoving
>Students were breaking out into arguments
>Principal Celestia and her sister were looking around nervously
>"Now, now everyone," the principal said. "Why don't we all just calm down for a moment?"
>Bulk Biceps, all six foot eight, three hundred and twenty pounds of him, stepped out of the ring of guys
>"No! We need to do something about this!" he bellowed, his muscles veiny and tense. "We deserve equal rights! We should have the right to wear what we want at our own risk! We deserve to wear muscle shirts!"
>The giant of a man flexed, and you swore to the stars above you heard his shirt scream
"YYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
>Some of the crowd cheered right back
>Others laughed or jeered or booed
>You scanned the crowd, looking at every individual face, until your gaze settled on someone
>It was that new kid
>The weird, grumpy one that slept in your language arts class
>Anonymous
"Anon! Come here for a second!"
>People stopped screaming at each other for a second
>They all looked around, zeroing in on Anon
>The guy perked up, looking around before his gaze met yours
>"What? I didn't do anything!" he said insistently, his gaze shifty
>...

>That's never a good sign...
>Still...
"Just come over here for a second, Anon!"
>Though the green guy really doesn't look like he wants to come forward, a bunch of men and a few girls in the crowd grab him and drag him toward you
>It takes a minute or two, but eventually he was standing right next to you
>He didn't look very happy from the manhandling, but he was there all the same
>"Can I help you, Caramel?" he asked flatly
>You smiled, wrapping an arm around his shoulder
"Actually, yes you can," you said. "You came from a different school right?"
>"No. I actually came from a different world through some shitty crystal mirror," he said
>You and half of the people listening chuckled
>That was a pretty good one...
"But seriously Anon, since you were from a different school and all, I was wondering how their dress code worked there."
>You gestured to the principal and Ms. Luna
"Most of us have been in the Canterlot school system since preschool. We've always had the same rules and things like that, so I was thinking that maybe having someone else's opinion might help with this."
>Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Principal Celestia eyeing the two of you thoughtfully
>She was listening...
>Fantastic...
>Anon shrugged as you tried not to grin
>"I don't remember anyone complaining about our dress code when I was in school. To be honest, I really didn't pay any attention to it. It was just something we kind of had to deal with, I guess."
>He looked at all of you, then at the crowd
>"But does it really matter? I mean, all of us are just here to learn. When you get home you can wear anything that you like, so this shouldn't be that big of a deal."

>A few people in the crowd nodded in agreement
>"Yeah... I don't see what the big deal is..."
>"Who cares?"
>"It's not like we're here for the whole day..."
>Your eyes widened
>Oh shit, you were losing them!
>SaveitsaveitsaveitsaveitfuckingSAVEIT!
"I understand where you're coming from, Anon, but we spend a significant amount of time in school," you explained, trying turn the conversation back in your favor. "And some of us even spend time here after school--"
>"Nerd."
"--Playing sports and helping with the school paper and stuff like that."
>Giving Anon's shoulder a pat, you looked at the crowd
"I'm not saying that we should be allowed to wear nothing but a smile, but at the very least the girls should HAVE to wear panties!"
>The crowd cheered
>You're delighted to see that not all of the people that cheered were guys
>Eyeing the teachers, you could see some of them nodding their heads
>Coach Sombra was smiling
>Mrs. Harshwhinny, though frowning like she always did, was eyeing with you interest
>Even Mr. Cranky looked like he approved of what you were saying
>The vice-principal still looked like she needed a bit more to be won over, but you could see that Ms. Celestia was about to give way
>You were close
>So, so close
>Just a little more...
"So, Anon, did they do anything differently in your own school?" you asked
>Once again, over five hundred eyes settled on Anon
>He frowned, his brow scrunching up in thought
>After a second or two, he opened his mouth
>"...Well, I can't really--"
>You watched as a change overcame Anonymous, unexpected and from out of nowhere>His mouth snapped shut with such force that it was audible
>A shiver ran up the length of his body and his pupils even dilated
>"...Actually... I DO remember something in the school dress code," he said, almost hesitantly
"Really?" you asked excitedly. "What was it?"
>Anon's eyes darted back and forth
>"Well... there was this... THING that happened in my school. There was a bunch of, um, injustice and unfairness and, ah, all of that stuff..."
>Oh?
>It sounded like his school had the same problem as yours then...
"What happened?"
>Anon looked at you
>"What happ--Oh well... there was a bunch of arguing, and, um, everyone settled our difference with a... song and dance?"
>That made sense...
"And?"
>Anon bit his lip
>"And, well, you see, they put this new code or... whatever it is in our dress code that made life, um, a whooooole lot easier and made everyone really, really happy."
>Ms. Luna's frown deepened
>"Really, Anonymous?" she asked
>Anon looked over at her with a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite discern
>He nodded very slowly, thoughtfully, as if he was scared to
>Sweat was dripping down his forehead, you noticed
>Aw...
>The poor guy must be scared of talking to crowds...
>Being the supportive guy that you were, you have his shoulder a squeeze
>It didn't even look like Anon noticed that you did it
>"Yes ma'am. It solved our problems, made everyone happy, and it even made our state mandated test scores higher... and stuff."
>Now he had all of the teachers looking on in interest
>They leaned forward, as did most of the students

>You could feel the excitement in the air
>The tension
>This was it!
>The breakthrough!
>The thing that was going to help this school!
"What was it, Anon?" you asked, practically hugging him now
>Anon looked over at the principal
>"Don't, um, quote me on this, but I remember the dress code had something in it that pretty much said that the, ah, that the entire female staff weren't supposed to wear bras or panties, AND they always had to wear low cut, thin shirts."
>For a few moments, you could have heard a pin drop in the school
>Anon, looking around, added,
>"Oh, and the, um, guys were allowed to go commando too... I guess."
>The reaction was immediate
>"Ew! Why the heck would we want to stare at a bunch of old lady's boobs?" Bulk said, making a face as he looked over at the principal in particular
>Anon followed his gaze as the crowd began to mutter likewise
>"HEY! Don't you fucking DARE talk shit about Principal Celestia!" he snarled, his face twisting into anger
>He brushed past you and made his way over to Bulk, fists clenched
>"She's fucking BEAUTIFUL, you meat-giant! And I'll fight anyone here to the DEATH that thinks otherwise!"
>He jabbed a finger in Ms. Celestia's direction
>"In fact, if I wasn't dating anyone right now, I'd be doing everything in my fucking power to get an opportunity to bury my face in between those big, beautiful tits of hers until the sun came up, you cunt!"
>Before anyone could stop him, Anon cocked a fist back and let it fly
>It connected against Bulk's chest with a solid thud
>As it did that, a loud pop rang through the air
>Anon's eyes widened hugely
>"MOTHERFUCKER!" he squeaked, pulling his fist away and hugging it against his chest before falling to the ground. "FUCK!"

>Bulk, who looked nonplussed but otherwise unharmed, looked down at him with a raised eyebrow
>"WHAT ARE YOU MADE OF? STEEL?!"
>As everyone looked down at Anon with various levels of concern, you were busy thinking
>...
>...
>...
"...Oh sweet Abercrombie and Fitch, that's GENIUS!"
>Thunderlane, who had a small smile on his face as he watched Anon roll around on the ground in pain, looked over at you
>"What's genius, Caramel?"
>Feeling your heart soaring, you placed a hand against your chest
"Just think about it for a second!" you shouted, so everyone could hear. "The teachers, Ms. Celestia, Ms. Luna, they're our role models while we're here!"
>"My wrist! I think I broke my wrist!"
"They're the ones that teach us, the ones that help shape us into the people that we're going to be later on in life!"
>"Oh sweet Jesus I can see the light! Fuck, it's Hell! Don't go into the fucking light!"
"Even if they don't think so, they're the ones that can help change any rules or regulation! What they wear, whether it's casual or professional, signals what we can or cannot wear!"
>"Your nigga's dying! Pray for you boy!"
"And whatever they wear we don't end up sexualizing them! Because we've put them above that!"
>You don't know why you didn't see it before...
>If your smile grew any bigger it might have fallen from your face
"If they were to go without underwear or wear low-cut shirts or anything like that, we wouldn't say anything! In fact, we'd think that it would just be a normal, everyday thing. There'd be nothing sexual or depraved about it!"
>All around, you could hear both students and teachers talking amongst themselves

>They were beginning to understand what you were getting at
>They were beginning to see
>And they looked excited
>"Why does it hurt so fucking much?!"
"And, if they do it long enough, we might begin to think nothing of it if anyone of us comes to school bra-less or with boxers or in yoga pants or anything like that! We might be able to change this school's very mindset!"
>Bulk, throwing down his sign, lifting both of his massive arms into the air
>"YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
>You found yourself smiling as the crowds roared back in response
>With Anon's help, you were going to make a difference
>Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the Dazzlings pushing through the crowd, none of them looking very happy, but you couldn't give a flying feather about that
>"Caramel."
>You looked over your shoulder as someone placed a hand on it
>Ms. Celestia was standing next to you with the vice-principal right next to her
>The principal was smiling, looking absolutely proud and terribly excited
>"Caramel, I must applaud you for your efforts here today," she said, over the cheering. "It must have taken a great deal of courage to do what you did."
>Wiping a tear from your eye, you grinned
>You had won them over
>You had done it
"So, you're going to help me fix the dress code?" you asked
>"We will bring this... interesting idea to the school board to see what they think," Ms. Luna said. "It may take some work, but I believe that we may have something here. Whatever it may be..."
>You sniffled, trying your very hardest not to cry
>You had done it...
>With Anon's help, you were going to make a difference...
>You were going to--
>"Move."
>Adagio, with a frown on her face, roughly shoved you aside, nearly knocking you over
>Reaching down, she pulled Anon to his feet
>"Easy!" Anon yelped. "Easy!"

>"Let me see."
>"Is that fucker a golem? Because I swear--"
>Rolling her eyes, Adagio grabbed his injured hand, causing him to yelp
>She carefully looked it over for a few moments
>"Ah. Merely dislocated," she muttered, sounding relieved
>She then pulled Anon's arm
>There was another, almost sickening pop
>Anon yelped, his eyes bulging
>"Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
>He curled in on himself, burying his face into Adagio's neck
>The girl, with a small smile now on her face, began to run her fingers through his hair
>"There we are, all better."
>"Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk... Yoooooouuuu..."
>"Now we know to let the females of the pack do the fighting, yes?"
>"Fuuuuuucccccckkkkk.... Yoooouuuuu... wiiiiittttthhhhh... aaaaa... rrrrraaaakkkkeeee."
>Still smiling, Adagio looked over at Bulk
>She frowned, eyes narrowing, before muttering something under her breath
>...
>Uh oh...
>You might want to tell Bulk about that later...
>As the other Dazzlings crowded around Anon you sighed, your hands on your hips
>You owed Anon one, that's for sure...
>...
>Hmmm....
>Maybe he'd like to go out and do something with the other guys?...
>You'll make sure to ask him after all of this was over...
>You sighed again, looking around the hall
>You did good, Caramel
>You did good

>Be Vice-Principal
>Don't look at her...
>Don't look at her...
>"Luna..."
>Don't do it
>Don't you dare look at her
>"Luuuuunnnnna."
>You know what's going to happen
>You know--
>"Lun--"
"What?!"
>You turned to look at your sister, who was giving you the smuggest, grandest, most shit shit-eating grin that you have ever seen on her face
>"I recall you telling me that no guy would want a women my size," she said, inspecting her fingernails. "I believe that SOMEONE owes me an apology."
"He's a student, Cele--"
>"I don't recall you specifying, dear sister~"
>Celestia took a deep breath, puffing her chest out
>"Yep... This old girl's still got it!... Unlike SOME people I know..."
>...
>Goddammit...
>You were never going to hear the end of this, were you?