Adora makes new friends, and loses her clothes.

The first thing Adora noticed was that the white collar of her red jacket was suddenly a bright rainbow. The next thing she noticed was that the slits over the arms were looking rather more... mouth-like. The third thing she noticed was that it was suddenly screaming.

Adora screamed back.

"Och, aye, will you two lassies shut it?" another voice said.

Adora blinked. She stopped screaming for a moment, whirling on the spot. No one was there. Okay, so her jacket was screaming at her and someone else was talking and... what the fuck?!

"I'm alive!" the mouth on the side of her jacket arm said. It was a woman's voice, and high-pitched and panicky. "How am I alive? I'm not meant to be alive. Wow, I don't know what to do. What do alive things do?"

She hesitated. Okay, so once she'd managed to make a horse become sentient and get wings. Now she'd... done the same to her coat?

"Well feckin' obviously yoo're alive," the third voice said.

And what was that?! She turned around on the spot again awkwardly.

"Um. Hi?" Adora said. "I'm... Adora."

"I... I think I'm Brightcloth," her jacket said. "That sounds about right. You're... are you why I'm alive? Can you tell me what alive is?"

Well that was just getting weird. Gingerly, Adora pulled off her jacket, giving a small squeak when it pulled itself out of her hands. Two fluttering wings had newly sprouted from the back. She stared.

"That's... complicated," Adora said. "Brightcloth, was it?"

It was about the same kind of name as Swiftwind she supposed. Only it was her jacket.

"Och, ah'm boak of thes. Okay fer somethin' inanimate mebbe," the third voice said.

And then Adora's pants pulled themselves down. She squealed, and stumbled over them as they pulled themselves off her. She kicked out with her bare legs as she fell over, caught by surprise.

She sat up after a second or so, confused and bewildered, wearing her white top, underwear and shoes, only to face her flying jacket and her pants, the latter standing upright on the folded legs.

"Aye, much better," they said.

She stared. Her jacket had wings and was calling itself Brightcloth, and her pants were a scottish man. That... huh?!

"Hey! Get back here!" Adora said in hushed tones. She didn't want someone to walk in on her like this. "Pants, or, whoever you are."

"Tallwear," the scottish item of clothing said smugly. "Nae! Who do ye think yoo're kiddin'? Would ye want to spend yoor life just holdin' ontae someain and daein' nothing ye wanted?"

Okay. It technically had a point there.

"I don't know. I quite like it," another voice said. It was another woman, her voice deeper, slightly huskier. Adora frowned.

Then looked down and saw the brand new neatly stitched face on her panties. It winked at her, and she felt a definite... caress. Adora shrieked, not even bother to get up as she tried to pull her underwear off.

Had she just brought all her clothes to life?!

"And who are you?!" she yelped as she managed to kick them off.

Wings unfurled from inside the underwear, and Adora blushed to think of where they'd been. Her panties fluttered up, getting worryingly close to her.

"Asslover, babe," her panties said.

"There is no way that's your name," Adora said.

"Wanna bet?" the self-proclaimed Asslover said.

Adora whimpered, and turned around to resume pleading with her pants.

"Please!" Adora said. "At least until we get back to the castle. I can't walk back there like this! Please just let me put you on."

"Hoo many times? Nae!" Tallwear said. "Ah'm me own man noo!"

"He has a point," a somewhat posh voice said.

Adora shrieked as her shirt suddenly started trying to pull itself off over her head, wings on the back of it fluttering. She struggled vainly, but soon enough her last item of clothing pulled itself off of her, leaving her blonde hair askew. She blushed, crossing her arms over her breasts as she looked out into the forest clearing.

Tallwear, her very scottish pants, were standing there and glowering at her for having the temerity to suggest she could actually wear him. Brightcloth, her existential-crisis having jacket, was shaking her empty arms nervously and flying just beside her posh shirt (introducing itself as Mr Tiddies. She didn't want to ask). Her panties, and she refused to call her Asslover, were still fluttering around and trying to flirt.

And that was everything she wore. Adora stood naked in the clearing, nervously staring at her newly alive clothes.

Then she looked down. At least she had her red and white boots.

"Are you alive?" she said nervously.

"No," two voices said.

"Well that's okay then" Adora said, before looking back at the clearing.

She really hoped she could convince any of them to let her wear them again. Well, anything except her underwear with its thoroughly inappropriate wings. The alternative didn't bear thinking about.

(Thanks to earpsrhot)