Boots

With discord looking through the window in the door as flutter-shy had avoided the cobberstone sidewalk when derpy hooves had tripped over a rock when she latched onto flutter-shy’s tartan skirt taking it to her ankles.

@Liggliluff  
Oh. Don’t worry, she’s plenty embarrassed, even if she hasn’t the ability to articulate it. She’s more of the silently screaming type. And silently scream she shall, stuck in the centre of the sidewalk, her barely-covered posterior pointed directly up into the faces of every one of those passers by, all of them either too busy laughing or too busy shuffling off to work to help.
 
If none of her friends find and help her any time soon though, I’m sure her animal buddies will come looking. I wonder what everyone will think if they see Fluttershy getting dragged down the street by a bunch of animals? A pair of puppies hanging on to her legs, a bunny or three up front pushing her along, maybe even a gaggle of birds trying to lift her by her underwear… a wonderfully weird sight to see, I’m sure.

@Napsack  
I was thinking of Fluttershy:  
*she can never have her panties to herself

@Liggliluff  

 
For Derpy to be embarrassed, she would first need to concentrate on something other than the mail for five minutes. So give her, say… the rest of the day. I’m sure a certain someone will point it out to her when she gets home. Maybe then she’ll finally end up turning red.

@Liggliluff  
Considering this is a freeze-frame in the middle of the act, I’m impressed she’s gotten as far into the expression as she has.

@Napsack  

 
If only she was embarrassed …
 
Needs a continuation! XD

@Napsack  
 
Would that I could upvote comments.

It was only three blocks from her work that Derpy Hooves, renowned mailmare and full-time adorable ditz, had realized that something had gone horribly wrong with her day. She had sensed something was wrong ever since she left the house that morning, but only now had it finally occurred to her what she was missing.
 
A quick check of her person confirmed exactly what she didn’t want to know: She wasn’t wearing it. An intense blush spread across her face as she imagined the laughter of her friends and coworkers, laughter that she had most probably heard on the way here but hadn’t the sense to recognize it. Oh, how could she possibly have been this stupid? She was less than ten minutes’ walk from work, and she couldn’t afford to be late! But she couldn’t show up like this, either. What to do, what to do…
 
Ah-ha! Just a short walk down the road was Fluttershy, the kindest individual Derpy had ever known. Surely she would help! With no time to spare the mailmare took off at full tilt toward the yellow pegasus, keen on gaining her assistance.
 
Unfortunately for our heroine, balance was not one of her strong points. Though the surface she ran on was well-maintained to the point of being completely flat on the molecular level, Derpy nonetheless managed to trip, seemingly on thin air. Like any person falling face first toward the pavement, she thrust her arms outward in an effort to find something to stop herself.
 
In a stroke of good luck, she managed to catch ahold of a nice and soft thingie of some sort. She didn’t know what it was, but it helped her stop, and it let out a funny squeaking noise as well when she pulled it down. To her dismay, pulling it again didn’t have the same effect.
 
It did, however, give her an idea. A couple more tugs and she had gotten it free of the two oddly flesh-like poles that it was wrapped around (the uprooting of which had finally gotten the baffling structure to make those funny noises again), and it had instantly found itself hanging off of her shoulder.
 
Derpy smiled. It may not have been what she was looking for, but it would do. Nobody could laugh at her for being incompetent, not now that she had a satchel for her letters! And if anyone tried, well, they could go straight back to the meaniepants factory where they came from.
 
Once again without a care in the world, Derpy Hooves skips on back up the road toward the post office, her pale grey skin shining almost as intensely as her smile in the sunlight, not a single ounce of attention paid to the fact that the only things covering her are a pair of mismatched underwear, and that the mare known as Fluttershy is currently frozen in embarrassment with her panty-clad butt pointing up at the sky in the middle of a busy street.
 
The mail is always Derpy’s first priority, after all. Everything else can wait until later. Or at least until she learns how to pay attention.

Fluttershy isn’t embarrassed enough,  
as her panties are exposed.