Octavia fidgeted in place while her “friend” Vinyl Scratch giggled behind her. “Are you sure about this, Tavi? You know, this could really hurt your reputation.”

“I must do it, Vinyl,” she declared with a shaky voice. “There has been a heinous stigma that has developed among the Canterlot musicians that simply must be demolished, and I must be the one to do it.”

“But it’ll be so embarrassing for you,” Raven commented.

“Yeah, it will be,” Vinyl snickered. “So you should definitely do it.”

Octavia leered at her, but knew she was right. She took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely positive?”

“Yes!”

“You’re not gonna chick—“

“Just get to it already!” She brace herself. “I’m ready.”

The two unicorns shrugged, and Vinyl activated her magic. It took an agonizing five seconds, and soon it was all done.

“It’s all done, Octy,” Raven muttered, trying to hold back a blush.

“And oh boy, do you look nice!”

Octavia’s eyes sprung open, and she looked down at herself. Her bowtie was gone.

“I never thought,” Vinyl began dramatically, “that you, Octavia Philharmonica, would be out in the open.”

“Shut it,” she said in a shaky voice. She turned around and looked out at all the upper-class ponies milling about with their elite outfits. She gulped.

“Go on, Octavia,” Raven said, giving her rump a nudge. “You can do it.”

Her knees were buckling, her heart was pounding, and her thoughts were racing. “Oh my stars, what if I get kicked out of the musicians’ guild? I won’t be able to show my face in Canterlot again!” She took a deep breath and crouched down. “No, this must be done. It’s for the good of ponies everywhere. The very future of music depends on it.”

With one more deep breath, she took off in a gallop straight for the main street.

“Oh my stars, she’s actually doing it!”

“Oh, man, she’s awesome!”

Immediately, the remarks began.

“Oh my stars.”

“What is she doing?”

“And why is she-she—“

“Celestia help us,” a stallion cried. “She’s naked!”

Octavia looked around to see a multitude of shocked faces of the musicians and Canterlot ponies. Some of the mares fainted, while others chastised her for being possessed by Tartarus, while others still tried covering her in a cloth or a hat, and others chastised their coltfriends for staring. Stallions either sneered in disgust or hooted and hollered after her. Everypony tried to cover the foals’ eyes from the display; one filly threw off her poofy necktie, and was grounded forever.

Octavia couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. It felt so liberating to be among the Canterlot elite without clothing on, like this was who she truly was. She didn’t care who saw what, she was liberated.

She was having so much fun, she didn’t notice her galloping past Princess Luna; she went on her merry way.

“What in my sister’s name is going on with her?” The princess shook her head and continued her walk, only to witness the damage that was wrought. Stallions and mares cowered on the sidewalks while a select few tossed their clothes off and romped around.

“Please stop!”

“It’s so indecent!”

“Think of the children!”

Two guards came and began wrapping the rapscallions in sheets. “That’ll teach you to expose yourself in public,” one of the guards said to a stallion. He levitated the stallion’s monocle over. “Now please cover yourself.”

Luna tilted her head. “What?”

Meanwhile, Octavia got back to her house and dove in. Vinyl and Raven closed the door behind her.

“So?” Vinyl began, leaning in with a grin. “How was it?”

Octavia was shaking. “It-it—“

“Here,” Raven said kindly, fastening the bowtie around Octavia’s neck. “That was insane of you.”

“Everypony’s gonna know you as the Canterlot streaker now!” Vinyl collapsed into laughter.

Octavia tried leering at her, but couldn’t stop grinning from ear to ear. “I regret nothing. It was for the good of ponykind. Now are you two going to do it?”

The laughing stopped. Vinyl clutched her shades. "Nah, you did enough for everypony." Raven nodded in agreement, gripping her collar for dear life.