A Little Bit Sketchy.

by GentlemanPonyographer

Chapters

Reclining Female Nude
Trio
Bacchanalia

Reclining Female Nude

Author's Note

All characters depicted in this story are A) entirely fictional, and B) All eighteen years of age or older.

Also, for those who care, this story's in a separate, EG-ish continuity from my other smutty stories.

With that disclaimer out of the way, enjoy!

Reclining Female Nude

“Applejack, could I ask you a question?” Rarity said. She spoke just loud enough to be heard over Canterlot High's bustling cafeteria commotion. It was loud by default, but the excitement of a Friday (and the freedom that was only a few hours away) made it even bigger.

“Reckon you already have.” Applejack took an apple fritter out of her battered metal lunchbox and munched away.

“Yes, well. You know what I meant.”

“Guess I do.” Applejack smiled, and then pushed her lunchbox across the cafeteria table. “Take anythin' ya like. I got extras, n' I figure it'll be more fillin' than that fru fru Chinese burrito ya got there.”

“These are spring rolls, not burritos.” Rarity said, and protectively slid an arm around her artfully arranged bento box. “And, I'll have you know, they're Thai, not Chinese. Honestly, Applejack, one of these days I'm going to teach you that there's more to cuisine than butter-soaked apple pastries.”

“Butter n' apples taste good, though.” Applejack popped the last of her fritter into her mouth and gave Rarity a crumb-encrusted grin.

“Perhaps.” Rarity eyed the tempting, golden-flaked contents of Applejack's lunchbox, and then wrenched her eyes away. “But, that's not what I wanted to ask you about.”

“Your loss,” said Applejack.

“In any case … “ Rarity looked over her shoulder, making sure nobody else was close enough to listen. The raucous din of Canterlot High's Friday lunch period worked wonders as impromptu sound-proofing. Rarity leaned closer. “Applejack, I would ask a favor of you.”

“Anythin', Rarity.”

“Ah, good. As I've found I'm in need of a model--”

“Anythin' but that.” Applejack recoiled in barely controlled terror.

“But--” Rarity looked up at her friend with wide, pleading eyes. The fact she'd practiced such a look in the mirror made it no less genuine, and far more effective.

“Uh uh. No way I'm gettin' up on stage somewhere n' paradin' up n' down like a prize heifer for a buncha fancy fashion folk. Nope. Ain't doin' it. End of discussion.”

“Ah!” Rarity smiled. “Not that kind of model, darling. Please, calm down. I wouldn't think to subject you to the rigors of such scrutiny. Rather, I've realized that my figure drawing could use a little practice. And, well, the best way to practice is by drawing figures, you know? You won't have to worry about anyone seeing you-- you and I will be the only ones present. No cameras, no spotlights, just you and I, and a sketchpad.”

“That's it?”

“That's it. In fact, my little sister's going to a choir retreat, and my parents will be off on some work-related endeavor, which means that you and I will be the only ones in the whole house.”

“Go figure.” Applejack mused. “But … why me?”

“I couldn't think of anyone else, honestly. Pinkie and Rainbow are too … fidgety. Fluttershy would do it, but I'm afraid she'd melt under all the attention. And I haven't known Sunset or Twilight nearly as long, so … well, that leaves you. You're perfect.” Rarity smiled, and reached over to pat the back of Applejack's hand. “It'll be fun. I promise! You'll do it, won't you? For me?”

“So long as you don't try to truss me up in some sorta ridiculous getup in the name of fashion, I guess it couldn't hurt.”

“I wouldn't think anything of the sort!” Rarity said. “Just come by my house after school, and we'll get underway. All you'll have to do is sit still for a little while, that's all. It'll be easy!”

The next few hours came and went. As soon as the final bell rang, a flood of students burst through Canterlot High's doors like the floodwaters of a cracked dam. Applejack tromped along with the flow of students, backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder.

“Hey Applejack!” Pinkie Pie materialized out of the crowd like a salmon leaping out of a stream. Her hair and skirts bobbled with each bounce as she veritably skipped along. “It's Friday!”

“Sure is.”

“Whatcha doin'?”

“I dunno. Rarity's talked me into some artsy fartsy thingie. She says it'll be fun, but … “

“Art can be fun! Like if you do one of those things where you just throw paint at the wall and you're all like 'blaaaaargh!' and it's about emotion or something! Or maybe just like if there are dogs playing poker. You're good at poker, aren't you, Applejack? You've got a cowboy hat!”

“Don't think there's gonna be any dogs. Or poker.”

“Aw!”

“What about you? You got anythin' lined up?”

“Not really!” Pinkie Pie said. “But that's okay! Sometimes I just like to roam around and see what fun stuff is happening without really making a plan or anything! It's great! Like, one time, I went to the park, and it turned out there was a big dance competition there, and that's when I learned how to tango!”

“Welp, whatever floats your boat. But iffin' you don't get too distracted tango-in', Rarity n' I will be over at her house if you wanna drop by.”

“Ooooh, sounds fun! I'll keep that in mind!” The two girls stopped at the sidewalk. “Oh! And don't forget! Everybody going out for milkshakes for lunch tomorrow!”

“Wouldn't dream of missin' it, Pinkie.”

“Great!” Pinkie Pie veered off in a random direction. “Seeya later!” She waved cheerily, and then skipped off, humming some nameless tune aloud.

Rarity, lacking Applejack's muscle or Pinkie's occasional immunity to the laws of physics, took a little longer to make her way through the crowds of teenagers, and out to the curb. “Ah, there you are!” Rarity said, “I was almost afraid you'd backed out at the last moment.”

“You know me, Rarity. I'm more stubborn than that.”

“Of course you are. Now, shall we?” And the two set off to walk the mile or so towards Rarity's house.

Rarity's basement studio was a study in controlled yet fashionable chaos. A sleek sewing machine took up most of one corner, while various mannequins, clothes racks, bolts of fabric, and assorted clothing projects in all states of assembly were scattered about. Short windows along the edges of the basement ceiling let in a little bit of sunlight, while several more tastefully arranged lamps kept the whole studio looking bright and cheery and distinctly un-basement-ish.

“Right then!” Rarity said, and began to bustle about. She took a few rolls of fabric off of an antique (though no less comfortable looking) couch. “It'll just take me a few moments to get a place cleared out for you to pose. I don't want to waste any time, so do be a dear and get undressed while I'm setting up. You can leave your clothes on that chair, there.”

“What.” Applejack said.

“Oh! Well, if you're afraid your clothes are going to get too wrinkled, you can hang them up on that rack by the sewing machine.”

“Uh.” Applejack eyed the clothes rack with no small degree of suspicion. “Thought you said you weren't gonna truss me up in anythin'.”

“And I won't!”

“So … you just want me to pick somethin' out to wear?”

“I suppose just the hat could be a somewhat … saucy look, though I'd prefer to at least get in a few sketches without it.”

“Just the hat?” Applejack's cheeks turned a bright, bright red as the realization struck her. “You want to draw me naked?”

“Well, yes?” Rarity said. “That's … sort of the point of live drawing, after all.”

“Hold up, that don't make no sense.” Applejack pointed an accusatory finger at Rarity. “You're a fashion designer.”

“Of course.” Rarity said.

“Then it don't make no sense if you draw me without clothes!”

“Of course it does!” Rarity shot back, defensive. “The human body is the framework on which all of my work-- on which all fashion is based. It's imperative that I develop an eye for basic proportion and anatomy, or else I shall have a glaring weakness in my skillset, and then I shall never become a true haute couture pioneer, and then I shall have to spend the rest of my days slaving away stitching sweatpants in a factory somewhere! Is that what you want, Applejack?”

“Ain't nobody gonna wind up in a factory 'cause they didn't see my butt.” Applejack grumbled.

“And nobody's made it to the highest echelons of fashion without mastering life drawing.”

“Sorry Rarity, but this just ain't right.”

“What ain't--” Rarity reeled herself in, cursing herself for her lapse in grammar. “What isn't right about it? For one, we're both eighteen, so we're of age. Two, this is a matter of art, and nothing untoward and scandalous. And three … I promise, even if you're embarrassed, it'll be fine. The human body is nothing to be ashamed of, much less one as … “ Rarity raked her eyes down Applejack's tall, lean body. “Statuesque as yours. Not to mention I shall respect your privacy in the utmost-- you and I will be the only ones who see these drawings.”

Applejack crossed her arms, and glared. “You sure put a lot of thought into this just to see me without any clothes on.”

“Applejack!” Rarity gasped. “I am insulted that you would think I would do something so basely scandalous. Especially since I've already seen you au naturale.”

“Hold up.” Applejack blurted. “When?”

“Why, in passing, in the locker room after gym class. Multiple times.”

“So you're sayin' you've been pervin' on me for awhile now?”

“That is not what I'm saying!” Rarity huffed. “You are impossible, Applejack. But! Just to prove that there's nothing wrong with tasteful nudity, and to show you that I haven't contrived this all as some sort of lecherous plot to ravish you, I shall get undressed first!” Rarity tossed the rolls of fabric to the side, and started working her blouse open. Each undone button revealed an ever-deepening 'v' of delicate white skin.

“Whoa now!” Applejack sputtered-- she knew she should have turned her eyes away, but she somehow couldn't. “Let's not get hasty here.”

“Too late!” Rarity whipped off her blouse, and her slim skirt soon followed, leaving her in a lacy blue bra and panty set. “It's my house, and I'll dress-- or undress, as I like! It's not my fault you're too scared to be comfortable in your own skin!”

“Scared?” Applejack said. “I ain't scared a nothin'!”

“Oh yeah?” Rarity undid her bra, allowing her perky, pink-capped breasts to bounce free. “Prove it!”

“I will!” Applejack said, and immediately started wrenching at the buttons to her red flannel shirt.

“Fine!” Rarity bent over, peeling her french-cut underwear down over her long, smooth legs.

“Fine!” Applejack undid her jeans, and then flopped down on the couch. She kicked her legs gracelessly, pushing off first her cowboy boots, and then the battered denim.

“Ha!” Rarity stood up, and kicked her panties away from her with a flick of her ankle. “I'm nude first. I win.”

“Didn't know it was a race—” Applejack looked at Rarity. Her eyes went wide, and her cheeks went red as she took in the sight of her friend standing proudly, triumphantly nude. Applejack bit the inside of her mouth as she noticed the neatly trimmed strip of purple hair leading down to--

She forced herself to look past it, down Rarity's long legs, to her feet.

“Ha!” Applejack said, and kicked off her jeans and boots in one last buck of her toned legs. “Haven't won yet! You still got your shoes n' socks on!”

“What?” Rarity sputtered. “That doesn't-- fine!” She flopped down in a handy chair, and worked at the buckles of her modest flats. By the time she'd divested herself of her shoes and stockings, Applejack had in turn shed the rest of her own clothing.

“There!” they said in unison, glaring at each other. A tie.

It took a moment for the competitive spirit to die down for both girls to realize the awkwardness of the situation.

“Uh.” Applejack said. She briefly reached up to cover her chest, but thought better of it. “Now what?”

“Well then.” Rarity ignored the rising heat in her cheeks. “Now that that's settled, just get comfortable on the couch, and I'll do a few sketches. All you've got to do is sit there.”

“Uh. Kay.” Applejack lowered herself back onto the couch. She sat up straight, and tilted her chin up a little. “Like this?”

“Hm? No, no, Applejack. Just get … comfortable.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“Hmf.” Rarity crossed her studio, grabbing a sketchpad and a couple of pens. “Don't you start complaining again.” She sat down, and peered around the corner of her pad at Applejack. “And relax. Just … lean back a little. Pretend you're at home.”

“If I were at home, I'd be wearing pants.”

“Yes, well. Pretend you're not at home, then.”

“This is your house.”

“Then that should make it easy.” Rarity said.

“This is weird.” Applejack breathed in deeply.

Rarity noted the deep breath did quite interesting things to Applejack's chest. From an entirely aesthetic standpoint. Really. She fixed her eyes on the blank page of the sketchbook. “This is art, darling. You'll be fine. I'll be fine. We'll both be fine.” Rarity nodded, and then pressed her bare legs together a little tighter. She touched her pen to the pad, and got to work.

The familiar feel of a pen in her hand and the familiar smell of fresh ink did wonders for Rarity. No sooner had she drawn the first, softly curving line, her artistic instincts took over. She concentrated on the job at hand, only occasionally peering over to get another look at Applejack as the other girl sat up as straight as an illustration from an etiquette manual (albeit with far less clothing).

Applejack, Rarity had to admit, was gorgeous. She had known this before, of course, noting her friend's frankly breathtaking beauty even when Applejack herself hadn't. But, as Rarity worked on her sketch, she came to appreciate each and every line of Applejack's work-sculpted body. The long legs. The strong arms. The … generous bust that, were Rarity a lesser woman, would have made her more than a little jealous. And yet, despite Applejack's near-perfection, Rarity found herself appreciating the imperfections even more. The freckles across Applejack's chin and shoulders. The cracked, short fingernails. Even the clearly contrasted line, mid-way up Applejack's bicep, between her deeply suntanned hands and forearms, and the far lighter skin of her upper arms and torso.

Rarity giggled a little.

“Aw hell, whatcha laughing at now?” Applejack grumbled, and covered herself up with her hands as best she could.

“Oh! Sorry.” Rarity said, and looked up from her drawing. “It's just … well, you've got a farmer's tan.”

“I am a farmer.” Applejack grumbled.

“True! True! But … honestly, Applejack, you've got such a lovely complexion, and the sun only brings it out … why, if you were to get that skin tone all over, it'd be quite a breathtaking effect, you know.”

“Seriously? Ain't happy 'nuff you've got me bare-assed in your basement, n' now y'all want me to lay around like this so I'll get a better tan?”

Rarity gripped her pen tighter as the sudden vision of Applejack languidly stretched out on a beach towel came to mind. Unbroken, perfectly golden skin, with just a hint of oil giving Applejack's body a tempting shine, accentuating the firm lines of muscle beneath.

Rarity hid her blush behind her notepad. “Not necessarily.” She said, quite quickly. “Why, any bikini or swimsuit would do. Or even a tank top and some shorts, honestly. With just a little effort, the effect would be stunning.”

“Says the girl paler than the paper she's drawin' on.”

“There's a difference there, Applejack.” Rarity said. “I have a far, far more delicate complexion than you do. Why, if I spent too much time on the beach, I would be burned to a crisp if I didn't apply the strongest sunscreen I could find.”

“N' I bet getting' somebody to rub it down your back's just a bonus?”

Another vision. Strong, calloused hands running down her back.

Rarity grit her teeth, and just barely prevented herself from breaking her pen in her grip.

“That, I suppose, would depend on the somebody.” She said, prim.

“You done doodlin' yet? I'm startin' to cramp up here.”

Rarity looked down at the sketch. It was incomplete, as a full drawing went, but the basic outline was there. “Hm? Oh, yes. It's a good start.” Rarity turned her pad around to show Applejack her handiwork. “Like I said, this is just practice.”

Applejack quirked one brow, and then leaned forward for a better look. “Huh.” She said. “Hate to say it, Rarity, but that don't look nothin' like me?”

“What?” Rarity sputtered, and spun the drawing around so she could scrutinize it properly. “What did I get wrong?”

“It's all … artsy.”

“Artsy?”

“Ya made me look too pretty.”

“What?” Rarity said, shocked.

“It's true! I'm just a plain ol' farmgal, n' that picture there makes me look like I'm somethin' outta a magazine. Just, uh, one of the classy ones. With articles.”

“I … I don't even know where to begin listing how wrong you are.” Rarity furrowed her brow. “For one, Applejack, this is just a practice sketch. It's a pale, pale reflection of your true beauty. The only reason it's 'too pretty,' is because you honestly don't know just how gloriously beautiful your body is. Honestly, Applejack, have you never looked in a mirror before?”

“You're just sayin' that.” Applejack's green eyes flicked over Rarity's equally bared body, and then looked away. “Ain't like I look like you or anything.”

“Why, Applejack--” Rarity put a hand to her chest, feeling her pulse go a little faster. “Are you implying that I am your standard of beauty?”

“Never said that much. Just that ya look nice, is all.”

“You're right, I do look … nice.” Rarity flicked her hair over her bare shoulder. “But to be honest, you and I simply have different kinds of beauty. You're like … you're like a wilderness landscape.”

Applejack smiled a little, and cupped her hands over her breasts. “You make a 'rolling hills' joke, I'm gonna have to hit you.”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Please, Applejack. Nothing so vulgar. There's just a hint of … well, wildness about you. Power. It comes to you naturally. Whereas I am more akin to the garden at some appropriately regal palace. Versailles, perhaps. Elegant. Refined. But in a more … regimented way, if that makes any sense?”

“I'm gonna be good and not make any jokes 'bout trimming the hedges.” Applejack teased.

“I swear, Applejack, you're impossible.”

“It's your fault! This whole thing was your idea.”

“I'm not the one making base innuendo.”

“Yeah, well, you can't keep your eyes off my innuendo.”

“That doesn't make any sense!”

“You're blushing anyway.”

“That-- that is completely beside the point.” Rarity said, even if she allowed a little giggle to escape her lips. At least Applejack had moved from 'awkwardly nude' to 'making terrible jokes about it.' “Now.” She turned the page of her sketchbook. “Do be a dear and try a more … casual pose, will you? I'd like to get more than one sketch in.”

“Uh, sure.” Applejack said. “How do you want me?”

Rarity bit back a reply that would have been as scandalous as it was witty. “Just … lay back a bit? Stretch out.” Applejack eased herself back into a prone position, shifting about a little to get comfortable. “Perfect. Hold that pose.” The flush in Rarity's cheeks faded away as she got back to work.

She drew Applejack over and over. Sitting. Standing. Prone. From one angle, then another. In dim light, and in bright. With each brief sketch, she gained a better understanding of the human body … or at least just Applejack's. She applied a few finishing touches on her last drawing, and then tapped her pen against the side of her sketchbook. She was onto something, but … what?

“Applejack.” Rarity stood up, setting her artistic supplies to the side. “I'd like to do one more, if you don't mind.”

“Sure thing.” Applejack said with a relaxed grin. “Y'know, this whole thing ain't so bad, now that I'm used to it. 's at least easier than all those times ya wanted to squeeze me into somethin' fancy.”

“Hmf. I wouldn't squeeze you into anything you wouldn't look positively stunning in.” Rarity huffed. “Although, now that I think of it … “ Rarity glanced around, and then bent over to scoop up Applejack's discarded boots, along with her hat. (The fact that said gesture presented Rarity's own bare rump to Applejack's gaze was, again, entirely coincidental). “Here, put these on.” She said, and handed them over.

“You want me to get dressed?”

“Not … entirely, no.” Rarity said, and deposited Applejack's hat on her head, tilting it at just the right angle. “I, ah … I thought we'd try something different. Accessorize. Something akin to a vintage pin-up, you know?” Rarity held her fingers up, framing Applejack as the blonde girl pulled her boots on.

“Like somethin' outta a girly magazine, then.” Applejack said with a wry grin.

“But a classy one.” Rarity shot back. “With articles.”

Applejack got her boots on, and then shifted on the couch. She arced her back a little, and touched the back of her neck with one hand, cocking the elbow out a little. “Like this?”

From a personal standpoint, Rarity rapidly realized that she'd be content to look at Applejack in just about any pose in that state of undress. But from an artistic one, it wasn't quite complete. “Ah.” She said, and stepped forward. “Not quite.” She took a half step forward, and her arms hovered above Applejack's long, shapely leg. “May I?” she asked. “It'll be easier to position you this way.”

“Uh. Sure?” Applejack looked away from Rarity, even as her cheeks began to tint red again. “Whatever you want.”

Rarity bit her lower lip, and forced herself to get back to the matter at hand. Gently, she ran her hands over Applejack's legs, savoring the feel of warm, firm muscle beneath her hands. She stretched Applejack's legs out and rested her booted feet on the arm of the couch. To put such footwear on such furniture was entirely improper … which, Rarity realized, was partly why she was doing it. “Now, lay back … “ Rarity turned, and gently pushed against Applejack's shoulder, guiding her downwards to her back.

Applejack just closed her eyes, allowing herself to be put into position, almost like a life size doll of some kind. “This … this is kinda nice.” Applejack murmured, though whether to herself or to Rarity was a question of debate.

Rarity bit harder at her lower lip. She knew, once she had a pen in her hand, whatever sense of … impropriety that hung in the air would melt away again. But with her pen and pad on the other side of the studio, they might as well have been a thousand miles away. Whereas Applejack-- gorgeous, naked, malleable Applejack, was … right here. So close, Rarity allowed her gaze to linger on the little details that she'd glossed over in her rough sketches: freckles along the top of Applejack's chest, the brown peaks of her nipples, firm and tight in the cool basement air, and even the unkempt dusting of blonde hair between the farmgirl's legs.

Rarity braced herself, and let out a little sigh. Perhaps she'd done enough drawing already. Instead, she gripped the back of the couch, lowering her face down towards Applejack's--

“Hey guys!”

--and slammed her forehead into Applejack's as the farmgirl suddenly sat up.

Wincing, Rarity and Applejack turned in shocked horror at their pink-haired, physics-immune friend, rocking cheerily back and forth on her be-sneakered feet. Pinkie Pie's skirts and hair swished in tune as she peered curiously at her nude, blushing friends.

“Whatcha doin'?”

Trio

“It's not what it looks like!” Rarity spun around, clasping one arm over her breasts, and the other over the juncture of her legs in a vain attempt to hide herself from Pinkie Pie's gaze. Rarity imagined Applejack was doing something similar, even if the pale young designer couldn't bring herself to look back and check.

Pinkie, meanwhile, remained entirely unphased by the sight of two of her best friends in such a state of undress and embarrassment. “Oh really?”

“I assure you, Pinkie, there is a perfectly rational explanation for all of this.” Rarity nodded, and wished she'd thought to leave a robe or a sheet or … something laying around with which to cover herself. “An explanation I shall be happy to share … once you tell us why are you in my house.”

“Oh, that's easy!” Pinkie Pie smiled. “Applejack invited me over!”

“She what?” Rarity spun around to glare at Applejack.

“Alright, I did!” Applejack blurted. “But that was back at school, before I knew you'd be doin' your naked picture thing!”

“It's called figure drawing.” Rarity said.

“I knew it!” Pinkie Pie said, cheery. “It's exactly what it looked like! That's so neat!”

Applejack and Rarity both blinked. “Well,” Rarity mused, and slowly took her hands away from covering herself. “I'm … glad you feel that way, Pinkie. But this was meant to be a … private endeavor, you understand?”

“Of course it's private! That's why you're down here, right?” Pinkie Pie said.

“Er, yes. We weren't expecting, ah … visitors,” said Rarity.

“Well, good thing it was me who came by, instead of some random person off the street!” Pinkie Pie said.

“Huh.” Applejack scratched at the back of her neck. “She's kinda got a point.”

“Yes. Well.” Rarity pulled in a deep breath. “I think we'd better--”

“Do me!” Pinkie Pie bounced with enthusiasm.

“Excuse me?” Rarity sputtered.

“Do me! Do me! Do me!” Pinkie Pie started shucking her clothing with near superhuman speed.

Rarity gaped. “Pinkie, that's not--”

“Ta-daaa!” Pinkie Pie flung off her last sock, and then posed cheerfully, unabashedly for Rarity and Applejack's eyes. Pinkie's sweet-heavy diet had given her a figure politely described as 'Rubenesque.' Though to be fair, any extra weight Pinkie might have put on was very, very well placed.

“What n' the heck do ya think you're doin'?” Applejack said.

“I wanna be in a naked lady picture too! Why should you guys have all the fun?”

Rarity blinked. “I … was not expecting this turn of events.”

“You should have!” Pinkie Pie said. “I just wish you'd told me earlier! I mean, sometimes I wish I didn't have to wear clothes at all! Which I guess would be really bad for your business, Rarity. But if everyone started running around all nakedy maybe you could just take up a career as a portrait artist, instead!” Pinkie Pie zipped over to Rarity's sketchbook, and leafed through the various drawings of Applejack. “I mean all of these are really, really good!” She snapped the book shut, and then pressed it into Rarity's arms, along with a couple of drawing pens. “So will you do me? Huh? Will you? Pleeeeeeease?” Pinkie Pie's big blue eyes began to water.

“But--” Rarity tried.

“Ooooh, you wanna draw my butt? Thanks Rarity!” Pinkie Pie bounced over to the couch, and then bent herself over the side, presenting her posterior for Rarity's inspection. “We all gotta start somewhere, right?”

“Oh … oh all right.” Rarity succumbed to the inevitable. “But just this once, and we shall never speak of it again.”

“Kay!” Pinkie Pie wiggled her rump again, and looked over her shoulder at Rarity.

“I'll, uh. I'll just leave you two to your drawin'.” Applejack stood and reached for her flannel shirt, draped over a nearby chair.

“Stay?” Rarity asked, looking up at Applejack's … eyes. “Please? Not that Pinkie's not wonderful company, but … well … the more the merrier, right?” Not to mention, Rarity realized, she could do with the moral support and company.

“Uh.” Applejack scratched at the back of her neck. “I guess I could stick around, if you wanted me to.”

“Thank you, darling.” Rarity favored Applejack with a relieved smile, and got to work.

Applejack, in the meanwhile, was content to hover over Rarity's shoulder, watching her pen trace its way across the page. Rarity had to draw faster, this time, as Pinkie Pie was prone to switching poses at a moment's notice. Each sudden movement tended to put a little extra bounce in her anatomy, which Rarity did her best not to stare at.

“Like this? Or this? Or how about this? Or maybe I should stand on one foot like this? Lookit me, I'm a flamingo! They're pink too! What do flamingos eat, anyway? Too bad Twilight's not here. She would know! And then you could draw her butt too! You should draw everyone's butt, Rarity!”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Perhaps.” She said. “But for now, I'm content with just you and Applejack.”

“Ooooh! I know! You should do both of us at the same time!” Pinkie Pie said.

“You really need to come up with a better way of sayin' that, Pinkie.” Applejack grumbled.

“I suppose I could draw the both of you at the same time … “ Rarity looked up at Applejack. “That is, if you're amenable?”

“Pleeeeeeeeease?” Pinkie Pie said. “It'll be fun, I promise!”

“Aw, fine.” Applejack said. “Might as well, since we've all been prancin' 'round nekkid for who knows how long now.” She sat down on the designated posing-couch once again.

“Well, don't worry, Applejack. This'll be the last one I draw tonight.” Rarity said.

“Better make it count, then!” Pinkie Pie neatly sat herself down in Applejack's lap. Soft, bakery-fueled flesh touched against warm, work-honed muscle. A gasp died in Applejack's throat at the sudden, unexpected sensations.

“Er.” Rarity said. “Pinkie, I'm not sure if Applejack's quite comfortable--”

“Oh! Sorry! Lemme find a better way to sit!” Pinkie Pie twisted about in Applejack's lap, each little grind and wiggle doing little to calm the blushing farmgirl. She glanced coyly over her shoulder at Applejack. “You don't mind, do you?”

“Uh.” Applejack murmured. “No?” She said.

“Okay, good!” Pinkie Pie leaned back a little. “'cause naked time is great, and cuddle time is great, and that means naked cuddle time is double great! Too bad Rarity's got to draw the picture, or else I'd invite her over, too!”

“W-what?” Rarity sputtered.

“I said, I'd invite you over to the naked pile too!” Pinkie Pie said with an alarming sense of casualness.

“Thank you?” Rarity murmured, for lack of anything better to say.

“You're welcome! Now go on and do the picture!” Pinkie Pie sprawled out on the couch, arms and legs all splayed in different directions. She wound up with her head resting on Applejack's lap, while the farmpony looked down at her with a blushy, puzzled expression.

Rarity felt another pang of unexpected jealousy, followed closely by one of entirely expected guilt. It was entirely improper of her to wonder what it'd be like to lay in Pinkie's place, or to perhaps take up her friend's invitation to work herself between Pinkie's soft body and Applejack's toned one. But that would be entirely improper.

Rarity grit her teeth, and set to her sketchbook with renewed vigor. She abstracted her friends' bodies into shapes, and those shapes into simple lines. One would have to be particularly deviant to fantasize about a line, after all. (Rarity didn't think such a thing impossible, since she knew what the internet was). Even if the line happened to be the little crease where the inside of Pinkie's thigh met the rest of her hip, and even if that particular line was right next to her shamelessly displayed--

Rarity didn't let herself wonder about the hows and whys of Pinkie's grooming routines, even if it looked like she'd been exceptionally thorough.

Rarity shook her head, and pressed on. Soon, her friends took shape upon the page. Even though Rarity had stuck with a black drawing pen for the both of them, the contrast between Pinkie's languid softness and Applejack's taut muscles made for quite a compelling picture, Rarity had to admit. “There.” Rarity said, and applied a few extra curly-cue lines to Pinkie's frankly impossible poof of frizzy hair. “Done.”

“Oooooh, lemme see!” Pinkie Pie bounced out of Applejack's lap, seemingly materializing behind Rarity without crossing the space between. The eager party-girl leaned forward, which had the inadvertent effect of pushing her pillowy breasts against Rarity's bare shoulderblades.

Rarity clenched her pen tighter.

“Oh, wow Rarity! You're really good at this!”

“Why, er, thank you.” Rarity said, keeping her eyes fixed on the page. “To be honest, I've never really practiced live drawing before. Much less with multiple subjects. I'm mostly just working by feel-- er I mean, I'm improvising.”

“Improvising is the best kind of -vising!” Pinkie Pie declared. “It's a lot more fun than supervising!”

“Whatever you say, Pinkie.” Applejack said. She leaned over to reach for her discarded clothes-- only to have Pinkie Pie suddenly zip across the room and snatch Applejack's plain panties from her grip. “Hey!” Applejack sputtered. “What gives!”

“It's not time to get dressed yet, silly!” Pinkie Pie said, tossing the ball of cotton across the room. “We're not done!”

“The heck we ain't. Rarity said that's the last drawing.”

“Indeed.” Rarity said. “My fingers are beginning to tire, I fear.”

Pinkie beamed. “She just said it was her last drawing! And now I want a turn! It's only fair that Rarity gets to be in a naked lady picture too!”

“The proper term is nude portrait, Pinkie.” Rarity said.

“Don't you want a nude portrait lady picture?” Pinkie Pie bounced (if a bit distractingly) across the room, acquiring a blank notebook along the way. “Posing was just so much fun, I wanna make sure you don't get left out!”

“Have you ever drawn a nak- a nude portrait before, Pinkie?”

“Nope! But there's only one way to practice, right?”

“She's kinda got a point there.” Applejack said with a wry grin. “'sides, ain't like she's gonna shut up 'til we give in.”

“She's right!” Pinkie Pie said.

“Oh … oh fine.” Rarity said. As she stood, she was suddenly reminded of her own nudity. The pen and paper offered her some degree of modesty, of legitimacy … but now that she was the subject rather than the artist, she was fully on 'display,' as it were. She primly crossed to the posing couch, and with a demure “excuse me,” sat herself down at the far end from Applejack. Rarity crossed her legs and set her hands upon one knee in the sort of tasteful pose that she remembered from her art history books.

Pinkie Pie held up her thumb and closed one eye, peering at Rarity. “Nope!” she said.

“Nope?” Rarity blinked.

“That pose is no good! It's not fun!”

“Fun?” Rarity echoed. “I don't see what makes a simple pose 'fun' or not.”

“Here, lemme fix it!” Pinkie Pie zipped over, and then, with a surprising strength, neatly grabbed Rarity below the armpits. Before the purple-haired girl could so much as squeak in dismay, she found herself deposited into an equally surprised Applejack's lap.

“W-what are you doin', Pinkie?” Applejack said.

“I wanna draw the both of you, duh! Easier this way. Now, let's see … oooh, I know! Don't be shy! Just put your hand here--” Pinkie draped Rarity's arm over the back of Applejack's neck. “And you put your hand here--” Pinkie put one of Applejack's hands at the curve of Rarity's spine. “And don't forget to look at each other!” Pinkie pulled Applejack and Rarity's chins to the right angle, making sure the two were looking into each others eyes from a very, very short distance. “Perfect! Now hold that pose!” She giggled, and flitted back to the sketchpad.

“Uh. Hi.” Applejack said.

“Hello.” Rarity replied, as prim as she could manage. It was a difficult task, surrounded as she was by Applejack's too-warm, too-strong, too-distracting body. Applejack's big green eyes met hers, wide, surprised, but also more than a little interested.

Under their own accord, Rarity's fingers brushed the cowgirl's long braid aside and began to stroke gently at the back of her neck. Applejack began to breathe deeper, but the corner of her lips turned up in a smile. In reply, Applejack's hand slid a few inches lower, and calloused fingers squeezed gently into Rarity's soft rump. Rarity sucked in a breath, and let it out as a quiet squeal.

“Oh. Uh. Sorry.” Applejack's cheeks turned a familiar red. “I didn't mean to.”

“It's alright.” Rarity said, and chanced a look over her shoulder at Pinkie Pie. Her friend scribbled intently, madly at the page, seemingly ignoring Rarity and Applejack. Rarity wondered briefly where Pinkie had gotten the crayons, but soon decided she had better things to worry about. Slowly, Rarity turned her attention back to her (very warm, very muscled, very comfortable) friend. Her heart beat faster.

“Applejack.” She whispered. “I'd like to apologize.”

“For what?”

“This.” Rarity said, and kissed her.

It was an awkward, fumbling embrace, and all the better for it. Somewhere at the back of her mind, Rarity listed off the reasons it was wrong-- to take advantage of her friend this way, to do it in front of another of her best friends, and to move from the very pose she'd been instructed to hold … but she didn't care. Applejack's wet, yielding lips were all the encouragement she needed. Greedy, Rarity brought her free hand up to squeeze one of Applejack's lovely breasts. It was almost a relief to feel the soft flesh beneath her hands after having looked at it for so long. Applejack touched her back, strong hands kneading at Rarity's buttocks. Each rough pass of Applejack's hands sent a thrill through Rarity's body, an electric pulse that circuited from head to toe. Rarity shifted in Applejack's lap, and found herself straddling a solid thigh. “Oooh.” Rarity looked downwards, and then back up at Applejack before she gave her hips a slow, languid roll, savoring the feel of her most sensitive spot dragging over Applejack's skin with a delicious, shudder-inducing friction.

“What're you--” Applejack said.

“Shh.” Rarity moaned softly, and put a finger to Applejack's lips. In turn, Applejack gently nipped at Rarity's fingertip, which made her moan a little louder.

“Pinkie's right there.” Applejack murmured around Rarity's finger.

“Which is why we need to be quiet, or else she'll notice.”

“Notice what?” Pinkie Pie blurted. She peered over the top of her drawing pad, and then said “Oooooooh. Neat!”

Rarity and Applejack froze.

“I can explain.” Rarity said. “Again.”

“Looks pretty simple to me!” Pinkie Pie said, cheery. “All this naked cuddly stuff's made you guys horny, hasn't it?”

“Pinkie!” Applejack said, aghast.

“'cause it's totally making me horny!”

“Pinkie.” Applejack said, aghaster.

“I … I think that's enough posing for now.” Rarity got back to her feet and started looking around for her clothes.

“Aw, c'mon Rarity!” Pinkie Pie said. “It's Friday! We can stay up late!”

“No, no, this is getting well out of hand--”

“Which is why it's fun!” Pinkie Pie grinned. “Besides, we can either all get dressed and go home, and then we'll all take off our clothes again and masturbate while thinking about this, ooooooor we can just stay here and skip the steps in the middle!”

Applejack's jaw moved, but she found herself unable to voice her shock. Her flushed red cheeks made up for the lack of speech.

“And if we stay here, we can help each other out!” Pinkie Pie tossed her sketchbook away and leaned back in her chair. She spread her thick thighs, and then ran her hands over her own body with a little shiver. “Unless you'd rather watch?”

Rarity bit at her lip. Again, she looked at Pinkie's nude form, but this time without the pretense of a pen in her hand. “We can't.” She finally said, and wrenched her eyes away.

“Why not?” Pinkie tilted her head to the side, innocent. At least, as innocent as a naked young woman proposing a threesome to some of her best friends could be. “I mean, I know naked time isn't always a sexy thing, but it certainly helps, y'know? And you guys are just so hot. What's wrong with having a little fun while we're together?”

“I--” Rarity looked back at Pinkie Pie, and followed the path of her friend's hand to run down between her legs. She bit her lip, and then looked back at Applejack. “What do you think, Applejack?”

“Me?” Applejack blinked. “I've never really … “

“Nor have I.” Rarity said.

“Me neither!” Pinkie Pie said, cheery. “But I can't think of a better way to start!” She paused, and then held a finger up to her chin, thoughtful. “Or. Wait. I can, but this is great too!”

“Can't believe we're even talkin' 'bout this.” Applejack said.

“Betcha didn't believe Rarity wanted you to take all your clothes off, either!” Pinkie Pie said.

“Believe me, Applejack, I had no idea things would go in this … ah, direction.” Rarity gently took Applejack's hand in hers. She curled her fingers between Applejack's rougher ones, and looked up at the gorgeous woman before her. “You … you don't mind, do you?”

“Aw hell.” Applejack said, and kissed her. It was a slower, gentler kiss than before, if only slightly less awkward.

“Woo!” Pinkie Pie applauded in the background. “Getcha some!”

Applejack took her hand out of Rarity's to make an obscene gesture in Pinkie's direction, and then returned her attention to the pale-skinned seamstress. Rarity felt lips upon her neck, and obligingly tilted her head to the side, brushing her long hair out of Applejack's way. She closed her eyes; it wasn't like she had to look at Applejack anymore, having memorized every detail of her nigh-amazonian body.

Applejack moved her way lower, kissing over Rarity's collarbone, over the top of her breast, and finally coming to kiss gently at her maddeningly-stiff nipple. “Oh. Yes.” Rarity said, and laced her fingers in Applejack's hair as an electric jolt coursed through her body. Rarity arced her back, all the better to present her chest to Applejack's eager exploration. To have such a wet, wonderful feeling on both her nipples at the same time was frankly overwhelming--

--but not overwhelming enough Rarity couldn't realize something. Applejack only had the one mouth, after all, which meant--

“Pinkie!?” Rarity's eyes snapped open.

“Hmmmm?” Pinkie looked up from where she suckled playfully on Rarity's nipple. She pulled away with a wet 'pop!' and beamed. “Just helping!” she said, as casual as if she'd offered to carry Rarity's books to class.

“I-- oh!” Rarity squeaked in delighted dismay as Applejack pulled away from her chest as well, and seized Rarity by the hips. She neatly deposited Rarity on her back, and then eased her legs open with a blushy but sly smile. “Applejack, what're you--”

“Reckon you know already.” The cowgirl turned her head to kiss gently at the inside of Rarity's knee, nearly melting her right there. There was more-- deliciously, overwhelmingly more, as Applejack leaned down between Rarity's legs to deliver a lengthy wet kiss to Rarity's even wetter pussy. Rarity writhed in pleasure, and draped one slim leg over Applejack's firm shoulders.

Rarity turned her head-- only to see Pinkie Pie … or at least a certain part of her. The other girl had pulled her chair much, much closer to the couch, and sat with her thighs apart. As Rarity laid back, her eyes were at the perfect level to watch Pinkie Pie shamelessly play with herself. It was only fitting, given the rapt attention with which Pinkie watched her own friends in turn. Rarity opened her mouth to say something (even if she didn't know what), but soon trailed off into a needy moan as Applejack's tongue touched on just the right spot. Rarity's whole body tensed for a short eternity, and then blissful, blessed relief washed over her as she came. She bucked her hips in her eager climax, but Applejack held her firmly in place. Rarity flopped bonelessly upon the couch and stared up at the ceiling.

“Oh.” She murmured. “My.”

“Damn girl, ya nearly broke my jaw there!” Applejack said with a laugh.

“All those naked lady portrait drawings must've gotten her really worked up!” Pinkie Pie still toyed with her pussy, as casual as if she were merely scratching an itch. Which, in a matter of speaking, she was.

“You two.” Rarity forced herself to a sitting position. “Are terrible.” She leaned in to kiss Applejack's cheek anyway. “Now come here. I'd be a poor host if I didn't pay you back.”She reached up to take one of Applejack's frankly amazing breasts into her hand, and squeezed gently.

“Don't forget about me!” Pinkie's naked pouncing nearly collapsed the couch.

The three devolved into lusty, playful laughter-- and soon lost themselves in each other. Hands and lips roamed-- gentle and exploring at first, but each pass of an eager hand only stoked the proverbial fires harder and harder. Curious hands and lips sought out what made the others squirm the hardest, and then put those newfound discoveries to good use. The intoxicating smell of sweat and sex soon filled Rarity's basement studio as the trio delighted in each others' bodies until they finally collapsed against one another, exhausted.

“Aaaaaaaaah.” Pinkie Pie slumped face-down on the couch with her broad butt sticking straight up in the air. She shivered one last time as she felt wetness drip down the inside of her thigh. “That hit the spot.” She murmured, and immediately launched into an exhausted snore.

“Finally.” Applejack said, and rubbed at her sore wrist.

“She is insatiable, isn't she?” Rarity dabbed some stickiness from the corner of her mouth as demurely as she could manage, given the circumstances. She leaned affectionately against Applejack's side, her own lusts long since quenched. Rarity let her eyes drift shut, ever close to giving in to exhaustion, until--

“Applejack.” Rarity sat up. “Be a dear and hand me that pen and paper, won't you?”

“What?” Applejack blinked in confusion, but reached over to take up the forgotten art supplies anyway. “Thought you said you were done drawin'?”

“I was. But this is the only chance I've got to see Pinkie actually holding still.”

And once again, Rarity got to work.

Bacchanalia

THE NEXT DAY

“Hey guys, look at my butt!” Pinkie Pie said as soon as she sat down at the corner booth her friends had staked out. Thankfully, the place was busy enough with its usual afternoon din that even Pinkie's voice didn't carry any farther than the booth.

“Um. Pinkie. I don't think that's appropriate.” Fluttershy said from behind her strawberry milkshake.

“Wait, who are we mooning now?” Rainbow Dash leaned forward.

“You guys are silly! I'm not gonna moon anybody! Unless, like, paper-me counts as mooning you.”

“Paper you?” Rainbow Dash blinked in confusion.

“Sure thing. Look!” Pinkie Pie took a page of paper from her pocket, and unfolded it. The other girls around the table leaned over and peered curiously down at the sketches. Despite the level of abstraction the drawings provided, Rarity was still a skilled enough artist that the subject was undoubtedly Pinkie, and undoubtedly naked.

Fluttershy started blushing immediately. Rainbow Dash just blinked in confusion. Twilight looked away with a faint cough, while Sunset Shimmer took it all in without batting an eye.

“Why are you carrying around a naked picture of yourself?” Rainbow Dash said.

“'Rarity drew it! She's so nice!”

As if summoned by her name, Rarity entered the milkshake shop. Applejack followed behind her, though the two resolutely made it a point not to look at each other with 'we did not have sex last night, honest' casualness.

“Hello girls! A pleasure, as--” Rarity's eyes fell to her handiwork on the table. “AlwaAAAUGH!” The artist's cheeks went red, and she lunged for the picture.

Giggling, Pinkie pie yanked it out of the way. “Keep away, keep away!”

“Dangit, Pinkie.” Applejack stepped behind the pink haired girl and plucked the sketch out of her hands. “Ya can't go showin' this off to everybody!”

“Why not?” Pinkie Pie tilted her head to the side. “It's art, isn't it!”

“Yeah, but--”

“That's right! It's art of my butt!” Pinkie Pie broke down into helpless giggles.

“Pinkie.” Rarity said. “Didn't we agree not to tell anyone?”

“I didn't tell just anyone. I told my bestest friends! Well, my bestest friends apart from you and Applejack. You're all equally bestest, even though I guess you two have a little bit of a lead.” Pinkie Pie winked saucily at Rarity and Applejack, drawing a blush from them both.

“So it's true?” Fluttershy murmured. “You, um … drew this?”

“Yes, Fluttershy.” Rarity sank down into the booth, and tilted her chin up at a defiant, challenging angle. “I … just wanted to practice my figure drawing, that's all.”

“Well, um, it's very good.”

“Why, thank you Fluttershy.”

“Hold on, Pinkie,” said Rainbow Dash, “did you say Applejack was there too?”

“Mmmhmm!”

Rainbow Dash put the pieces together. “So that means--”

“Yes, Rarity drew me too.” Applejack grumbled, and pulled her hat down lower over her eyes.

“Ha!” Rainbow Dash said. “I bet you were all like 'Draw me like one of your French girls!”

“Hey! I ain't French!”

“That was very brave of you, Appplejack.” Twilight cut in before the cowgirl could start grappling with Rainbow Dash. “And you too, Pinkie. I couldn't imagine posing like that in front of, well, anybody.” Twilight pushed her glasses further up her nose.

“It's not so bad!” Pinkie Pie said. “I mean, Rarity didn't have any clothes either!”

“Pinkie.” Rarity hissed. “There is such a thing as 'too much information.”

“I never understood this dimension's nudity taboo.” Sunset Shimmer said with a little shrug. “I guess it comes with the whole 'furless primate' thing. If you ever need another model, Rarity, all you have to do is ask. I'd be happy to pose.”

“You would?” Twilight's jaw unhinged, briefly.

“Why not? Could be fun.”

“It is fun! Especially the part where--” Pinkie cut off as Rarity and Applejack both grabbed her and clapped their hands over her mouth.

“Eheh.” Rarity managed a nervous giggle. “Perhaps, Pinkie, such delicate matters shouldn't be discussed in private?”

Pinkie considered this for a few moments, and then gave a happy nod. She wriggled out from between her two friends, and grinned. “Oh! Right! But wouldn't your basement be a little cramped for all--” Pinkie Pie did a quick count on her fingers. “-seven of us?”

“It would, yes. More's the pity.” Rarity said, not concealing her relief very well.

“Um. What if we all go to Applejack's?” Fluttershy said. “I mean, the farm's really, really big, and it's right next to an even bigger forest. It'd be easy to find someplace nobody would see. Not like, um, I've thought about it. Or anything.”

Fluttershy's six best friends (at least her six best friends who weren't animals) stared at her.

“Okay, so, um, maybe I thought about it a little.” The pink haired girl shrank down a little in her seat. “But only because Tree Hugger told me about this one time she went to Burning Mare, and-- it just seems like it'd be a fun way to get back to nature? I, um, I've just never been brave enough to try on my own. But if you guys are there … “

“Whoo! That makes five of us-- Twilight, Dashie, what do you think?”

“Uh.” Twilight looked over at Sunset Shimmer for a moment. “It … could be a learning experience?”

“You guys are all nuts.” Rainbow Dash crossed her arms across her chest.

“That mean you're gonna chicken out?” Pinkie Pie teased with a knowing smile.

“Wait, what? No! I never said that! I'm totally not afraid of anything! I'll moon all of you right here, right now, just to prove you wrong!”

“Nobody said you're chicken, Rainbow.” Sunset Shimmer put a hand on the scrappy athlete's arm before she could escalate further. “You don't have to come if you don't want to.”

“Psssh. And get left out? If everyone else is going, I'm totally in.”

“Yay, peer pressure!” Pinkie Pie said.

“I'll … I'll need to acquire a few things from my studio.” Rarity said.

“Hold up, we're really doing this?” Applejack said. “At my place?”

“Well, can you think of anywhere else?”

“Well, no--”

“And, while this is quite … unorthodox, I couldn't think of a better opportunity to practice my work. Anything for art, you know?” Rarity fluttered her eyelashes at Applejack.

The cowgirl blushed, and scratched at the back of her neck. “But what about--”

“Shh.” Rarity shh'd. “We'll … figure out the other complications later. Why don't you go ahead, Applejack, and make sure the proverbial coast is clear? That'll give me time to gather my supplies. And then in an hour or so the rest of us will meet you out at the farm and then--”

“And then we'll all do the no-pants dance!” Pinkie Pie said.

“Hold up.” Rainbow Dash said. “Is that a thing?”

“It is now!” Pinkie beamed.

Applejack went ahead, just to make sure the coast was clear. Soon thereafter, the other six girls crammed themselves into Sunset's car (which, to Twilight's chagrin, only had five seat belts) and followed. The sun blazed down on Sweet Apple Acres, unseasonably warm: a promise of an even hotter summer to come.

“Whoo! Naked time!” No sooner had Sunset's car pulled to a halt, Pinkie burst out of the door, and out of her clothing. Shirt and skirt and shoes and socks and bra and panties flew in all directions, somehow going from 'on Pinkie' to 'projectile' without having crossed the space between.

“Pinkie!” Twilight hissed. “Someone'll see!”

“That's the point!” Pinkie Pie bounced on the balls of her feet, causing her bountiful chest to sway enticingly.

Applejack just rubbed at the bridge of her nose. “If we hurry, we can make it out to the pond without anyone noticin'. Apple Bloom's off at Scootaloo's house, Big Mac'll be workin' in the barn, and Granny Smith likes to take a nap 'round nowish.”

“Ooooh, that means all of us can get naked already!” Pinkie Pie said.

“That ain't what I meant.” Applejack crossed her arms. “We all aughta-- Fluttershy?”

Fluttershy had already pulled her gauzy yellow sundress up and over her head, revealing an utter lack of any other clothing beneath. She was shapely and slender … which made her chest look bigger in comparison. “It sounded like a good idea.” She murmured, and neatly folded up her dress.

Rainbow Dash's cheeks threatened to turn as red as one particular stripe of her hair. “How … how come you're not wearing underpants?” She sputtered.

“It's laundry day.” Fluttershy noted.

“Oh man Fluttershy! What if we could just run around naked all the time? Then we wouldn't even have to do laundry in the first place! I'm always losing socks in the laundry. And underpants, too! But sometimes I lose stuff even without doing laundry, like right now! I don't even know where my underwear went!”

“Um. Right here.” Twilight peeled Pinkie's generously-cupped bra off of her head.

“Whew!” Pinkie Pie said. “Thanks Twilight! That could've been embarassing!”

“... Are you even capable of embarassment?” Twilight said. “I mean, you seem the most, uh … enthusiastic, of everyone.”

“I don't care if anybody sees me naked, but if they found out I was a litterbug? That'd be awful!”

“Well, c'mon. We've got a li'l hikin' to do 'fore we get to the swimmin' hole.” Applejack hoisted a backpack over her shoulder.

“Nature hike, woo! Or should it be 'Naturist' hike? Y'know, 'cause I'm naked?” Pinkie Pie tilted her head to the side in thought.

“Lets, uh,” Applejack forced her eyes away from Pinkie's wobbling chest. “Let's just get goin'.”

Applejack led her friends on through the orchards. Even in the shade provided by the apple trees, the summer heat soon caused the girls to sweat. Most of them, at least, as Pinkie and Fluttershy didn't seem troubled in the least. Finally, they went down a hill and emerged from the treeline, out to the shimmering silver of the swimming hole.

No sooner did the water come into view, Pinkie Pie let out a cheery “Woo!” and bolted, launching herself into the water for a full-on belly flop. The resounding slap of flesh hitting the water echoed through the clearing, loud enough to startle a few birds.

“So. Uh. Now what?” Rainbow Dash asked. The blush in her cheeks remained from earlier as she astutely looked everywhere but in Fluttershy's direction.

“Ah, yes. Well … now,” Rarity said, “now we only do what we're comfortable with, hm?” She set her easel down beside a tree, along with her artist's bag. The purple-haired girl pulled in a deep breath, ran her hands through her hair, and started unbuttoning her shirt.

“Whoa!” Rainbow Dash said. “What're you doing?”

“What I'm comfortable with.” Rarity nodded, and then neatly peeled herself out of the rest of her clothing. A breeze rolled in from off the pond, drying the tiny bit of sweat she'd worked up on the walk over. Still, as exposed as she was, Rarity couldn't help but smile. “It's only fair, after all, if I'm to sketch all of you. Not to mention how dreadfully hot it's become.” She stretched, languidly, and savored the feel of bright sun upon her skin.

“'Least I brought somethin' to help with that.” Applejack said, and pulled a brown ceramic jug out of her duffel bag. She uncorked the jug and took a grateful swig. “Li'l cider should help keep the heat off.” She handed the jug over to Rarity.

Rarity blinked, and leaned down to sniff the contents of the jug. “Is this … alcoholic?”

“Best cider always is.” Applejack noted. “Sides, ain't enough in there to get anybody any kind of drunk, so long as we keep passin' it around.”

“I see.” Rarity said, and took a drink from the jug. The cider was cool, sweet, and quite refreshing. “But, let's not forget why we're out here, hm?” She foisted the jug onto Fluttershy, and then started setting up her easel, sketchpad, and the little folding stool she'd brought along with her. “Who wants to go first?”

“Me! Me! Me!” Pinkie Pie thrust a hand up out of the water.

The jug was passed around, Fluttershy laid out a large blanket, and before long, everyone was undressed.

Rarity got to work.

Damnation, she thought before long. They're beautiful.

Bare of every stitch of clothing, and isolated by the pond, with no sign of outside civilization in sight, Rarity couldn't help but think she was viewing some long-lost classical painting. No, this was better-- her friends were worthy to be a pantheon of their very own, even before you took into account the occasional spot of strange magical glowing weirdness.

Despite (or because of? Rarity wondered) her nudity, Fluttershy looked more confident, more at ease than she'd ever been before. Gone was the nervous tension and skitishness that Fluttershy usually carried with her. The willowy girl was somehow more graceful in the nude, not walking so much as flowing from one place to another in a whisp of long, soft-skinned limbs. Fluttershy easily fit the role of nature goddess, smiling beatifically out on the world.

Pinkie Pie, in contrast, was exactly the same nude as she was clothed. Cheery. Bouncy. (Very bouncy, Rarity noted as her eyes lingered on Pinkie's bounteous chest longer than they should have). It wasn't as if Pinkie Pie had much in the way of inhibitions to begin with. Every pantheon worth its columns had at least one or two deities devoted to joy, and Pinkie would have fit in quite well with them.

Then there was Rainbow Dash. She was nervous, but defiant. Her lean, tense body reminded Rarity of a coiled spring … albeit a coiled spring with a very cute, tight derriere. Each and every one of Rainbow's taut muscles was visible beneath her skin-- it was like looking at some kind of scrappy, defiant anatomy illustration. Rarity cast Rainbow Dash as some kind of messenger goddess-- a modern day Mercury, albeit with tennis shoes in place of winged sandals.

Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle rounded out the pantheon, as a study in contrasts. Sunset Shimmer was a little taller, and, frankly, gorgeous. She had the sort of perfect figure that was typically reserved for centerfold models. For an uncharitable moment, Rarity thought there might have been some portal-magic chicanery behind that, but it ultimately didn't matter. Sunset had a perfectly proportionate chest, long, tempting legs, and a little fluff of red between them that proved that at least Sunset's hair color was natural.

Twilight lacked Sunset's magazine-worthy physique, but that didn't make her any less enticing. Her skin was soft and her body was slender-- though with a certain softness to it. With her darker hair and paler skin, Twilight proved quite the contrast to Sunset Shimmer-- goddesses of night and day, respectively.

And then, Applejack.

Oh, Applejack.

While Rarity had seen her friend nude before, Applejack was even more glorious upon a second viewing. Perhaps it was because of the natural surroundings, Rarity mused, or perhaps the mere sight of Applejack's ample breasts had an addictive quality. Rarity bit her lip, and forced herself to focus on the page in front of her. Still, with every line she drew, she felt herself grow just a little warmer as she remembered the look, the feel, the taste of every inch of Applejack's tanned (well, farmer-tanned) skin. If her friends were a pantheon, then Applejack was definitely some sort of mighty warrior-queen. Rarity smiled to herself as she wondered what Applejack might look like in a winged helmet and chainmail bikini. Rarity then giggled to herself, realizing the irony that getting Applejack out of her normal clothes would be easier than getting her into something else.

Rarity bit at the inside of her cheek, and forced herself to get back to her drawing. As time went on, the septet of girls became more and more comfortable around each other, scooting a little bit closer as they lounged on the blanket or frolicked in the pond.

“You know.” Twilight said as she shyly took the jug of cider from Sunset Shimmer. “I once saw a thing in an anime where they said that drinking from the same bottle was kind of like indirect kissing.” Twilight blushed red from chin to ears, but made it a point to take a swig of the cider anyway. Any seductive glance she might've had for Sunset, however, was spoiled by the small sputtering and coughing fit the alcoholic cider prompted.

“Pssh, where's the fun in that?” Pinkie Pie said. She scooped the jug from Twilight's hands and took a drink with no adverse effect whatsoever. “I prefer a more direct approach!” And with that, Pinkie wrapped her arm around Twilight's shoulders, pulling her close to deliver a wet SMOOCH onto the scandalized purple-haired girl's cheek.

“Pinkie!” Twilight flushed red. “What are you doing?”

“Pretty obvious, dontcha think?” Pinkie Pie giggled, and turned towards the rest of her friends.“So who's up for naked make outs cuddle time?”

Her friends stared.

“What.” Rainbow Dash said.

“Aw, c'mon! I know I'm not the only one thinking it!”

Twilight paled. “That's not-- that's not why we're doing this.” She paused. “Is it?”

“Not the only reason.” Pinkie said. “I mean, we're already BFF's! I think we should become BFFWFS's!”

Twilight blinked. “I … don't know that acronym.” She said.

“That's because I just made it up! It stands for Best Friends Forever Who Fuck Sometimes!”

“Pinkie!” Twilight squeaked, scandalized.

“Oh, right, maybe we should call it BFFWFAS instead. Best Friends Forever Who Fool Around Sometimes.”

“We can't.” Twilight said, mostly by reflex.

“Oh, I know! BFFWB's! Best Friends Forever With Benefits!” Pinkie Pie said. “That's classier.”

“Are you serious?” Sunset Shimmer said.

“Absolutely!” Pinkie Pie said. “We're all super-bestest friends, right? That just means we can share anything. And I mean anything. Nothing wrong with that!” Pinkie Pie spread her legs, and then ran her palms down the inside of her chubby thighs. “You don't have to, either, and that's fine too! But as for me, I'd be really, really sad if I was stuck just touching myself.” Pinkie Pie slid a hand over her clean-shaven sex, and curled her fingers as she stroked herself. “Well, um, except for the touching myself part. That's fun. It's even more fun when you guys watch!”

“Holy shit that's hot.” Rainbow Dash said, jaw dropping.

“Isn't it!” Pinkie Pie giggled. She cooed as she worked a finger between her folds, and started working it back and forth, shamelessly masturbating in front of her friends. “You should try!”

“I … I couldn't.” Dash said.

“Didn't stop Fluttershy!” Pinkie said, turning to look at her pink haired friend. Sure enough Fluttershy had slipped one of her own delicate hands between her legs.

“Oh.” Fluttershy squeaked, shrinking down under her friends' gazes. “I couldn't help myself.”

“That's okay!” Pinkie Pie said. “There's nothing to be ashamed of!”

“Uh. What are you guys doing?” Sunset Shimmer said.

Fluttershy let out a sigh of relief as everyone's eyes swung over to the redhead.

“Uh.” Rainbow Dash said. “Isn't it obvious?”

While Sunset Shimmer was entirely at ease in the nude, that question made her blush. “Er. Kind of? I mean … you have to understand, for most of my life, I wasn't … y'know. Human. And, uh. It's not like I've really … indulged myself. You know, usually too busy trying to take over the world and all.”

“So you don't … “ Twilight trailed off.

“Masturbate?” Pinkie Pie chimed in. “The word you're looking for is masturbation. That's the official term and everything.”

“It just never came to mind.” Sunset said.

“That's terrible!” Pinkie Pie said, aghast. “You don't know what you're missing!”

“I guess not?” Sunset said.

“Well then, c'mon girls!” Pinkie Pie said, determined. “We've gotta teach Sunset how to get off!”

There was barely enough room on the blanket for the seven of them to sit in a circle. Even still, legs rubbed and entwined with one another, and not entirely by accident. Rarity made it a point to seat herself next to Applejack, and felt an electric thrill course through her body as their skin made contact.

“So. Uh. Do we take turns, or … ?” Sunset Shimmer trailed off.

“Just watch and learn!” Pinkie Pie said, and then, spreading her legs a little wider so everyone could see, she curled her middle two fingers into her glistening pussy. A blissful smile crossed Pinkie's face, and she soon started working her fingers back and forth, lewdly showing off for her friends. “All you have to do is reach down there, and just do whatever feels good!” She reached up with her other hand and squeezed one of her own bountiful breasts. “Everyone does it a little differently-- which is why you should just relax and watch the rest of us!”

Rainbow Dash, meanwhile, grit her teeth as she worked her fingers back and forth over her clit, rubbing herself faster and faster, 'til her fingers were nearly a blur. She panted out short, needy breaths, as if she were in the final sprint of a long race. Sweat beaded on her bare skin, and soon began to mat her multicolored hair as she worked herself into a higher and higher state of excitement. Finally, just a few moments later, Rainbow Dash let out a pained squeak as she came, her whole body releasing that tension like a loosed bow. Rainbow's hand finally stopped working frantically at her sex, and the athlete sprawled back.

“Ha. I'm first. I win.” Rainbow Dash said, panting.

“Silly Dashie! That's not how it works!” Pinkie Pie said.

“... It's not?”

“That just means you've got a hair trigger.” Pinkie Pie said. She took her hand from between her own legs and rolled over to look down at Dash, smiling knowingly. “Makes me wonder how sensitive you really are!”

“What're you talking abOOOOOH!” Rainbow Dash's question trailed to an incoherent moan as Pinkie Pie leaned down, sealing her lips around one of her friend's perky little nipples. Still giggling to herself, Pinkie slipped a hand between Rainbow's legs and wasted little time in sliding two fingers into her. Already primed from her first climax, Rainbow Dash soon was arcing her back and kicking her legs up in the air as her body was wracked by waves of sudden pleasure.

“Can I go next?” Fluttershy murmured, watching Rainbow writhe. “I'm fine with, uh … either part.” Her voice was characteristically demure and quiet-- even while she was quite uncharacteristically nude, watching Pinkie and Rainbow with a hungry, needy look in her eyes.

Sunset stared at the display, breathing harder. Her brownish nipples tightened, and she gave an involuntary wriggle. “Uh. Twilight? Is this … normal for humans?”

“No.” Twilight said, blushing. “At least, uh, not outside of badly scripted internet porn. But … that's kind of what makes it fun? I mean, uh, theoretically.”

“You know,” Sunset Shimmer said, “I think we may be moving past the theoretical stage, and more into an experimental one.” She shifted her leg to rub against Twilight's. Twilight shivered … and then, wordless, she leaned in and began to kiss along Sunset's neck, reverent and devoted. Sunset made a contented little sound, which only encouraged Twilight further. Before long, she had a handful of Sunset's flame-red hair, and used it to pull the other girl in for a ravenously lusty kiss. Sunset eagerly offered herself up for the ravishing.

Meanwhile, Rarity just didn't know where to look. The wanton sight of all her friends was shocking, enticing enough … but what was even better was the look on Applejack's face. The farmgirl's lips were parted slightly, and her cheeks were flushed a delightful shade of red. It was the look of someone both shocked and inspired by what they were seeing.

“Enjoying the show?” Rarity said, smiling.

“Uh.” Applejack tore her eyes away from Twilight and Sunset-- which wound up giving her an eyeful of Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie. “Maybe?”

“Well, I certainly am.” Rarity said. “Even though there are certain things I'd rather look at.”

Applejack blinked. “What're you--”

Rarity twined her fingers in Applejack's.

“Oh.” Applejack squeezed her hand back.

“If it's any consolation--” Rarity kissed Applejack's shoulder, and then eased her back on the blanket. “I honestly had no idea this would happen.”

“Yeah, guess it's Pinkie's fault.” Applejack craned her neck to get a better look at Pinkie Pie happily grinding herself against one of Fluttershy's hands as the other girl embraced her from behind. “Not that I'm complaining.”

“Nor am I. Now hold still.” Rarity smiled, and wriggled down to plant a kiss just below Applejack's navel. “I'm going to treat you like a lady.”

“A lady?” Applejack squinted down the length of her body, but her suspicion disappeared in a moan as Rarity laid a gentle kiss upon Applejack's deservedly wet pussy.

Rarity just smiled, and took her time. She worked her way up and down Applejack's sex, never giving into the temptation to just part her folds and dive in. Rarity couldn't blame her friends for their … enthusiasm, but there was also something to be said, she realized, for slow perfectionism. She was gentle and meticulous, delicately easing her tongue between Applejack's labia, working with shallow, tiny strokes, each one sending a shiver through Applejack's whole body. Applejack reached down for Rarity's hair, but the designer soon shoo'd those questing fingers away before they could muss her immaculate curls even further. She punished Applejack with a toothy nip to the inside of her thigh, and then set back to work. Rarity made a pass around Applejack's near-throbbing clitoris with her tongue, and then sealed her soft lips around the fleshy nub to tease and torment. After the sort of treatment she'd gotten in the minutes before, Applejack was set at a hair trigger-- she soon gasped and shuddered in a powerful climax, to the point where Rarity scrambled away to escape getting caught between the farmgirl's powerful thighs.

With the same sense of satisfaction she'd get from completing her latest project, Rarity looked down at Applejack as the farmgirl panted and twitched through the last of her orgasm. She ran her tongue over her lips, enjoying the last traces of Applejack's musky taste upon them. She looked around the little circle, where the rest of her friends cuddled intimately. It was the kind of sight that Rarity didn't know if she wanted to draw, or participate in.

“Okay!” Pinkie's voice snapped Rarity from her reverie. Again. “Anybody wanna switch?”

“Beg your pardon?” Even naked and sticky, Rarity defaulted to politeness.

“You know, switch partners! I mean, I dunno about you guys, but you're all so hot I just wanna play with all of you!” She giggled. “I bet I'm not the only one, either. Fluttershy's been looking at Rarity's butt like she's been hypnotized!”

“Uh.” Fluttershy tried to hide behind her long pink tresses. “ … Rarity has a nice butt.”

“Thank you?” Rarity said, for lack of anything better.

“So go on and show her!” Pinkie gave Fluttershy a light smack on the rump, urging her over towards Rarity. “That's the whole point, isn't it? Everybody gets to have fun with everybody!”

“Hold on,” Twilight looked up from where she'd been kissing over Sunset's belly. “With the seven of us, that makes for a … lot of possible combinations. Plus, seven is an odd number, so on each, uh, iteration, someone would just have to watch … well that, or I guess they could join in for a threesome, which might throw the matching system off . Hm.” She pushed her glasses further up her nose. “Rarity, could I borrow your sketchbook? I think I'm gonna need to make a chart.”

“You are such a nerd.” Sunset made it a term of affection, and stroked Twilight's hair.

“You heard Twilight, everybody!” Pinkie Pie snuggled up on the other side of Sunset Shimmer, and gave her hips a playful roll. “Time to get to work!”

'Work' was a terrible name for it. Over the next few hours, they explored each other, first in pairs and trios, but those soon flowed into quartets and quintets until all seven of them were entwined together in a tangle of limbs and lovers.

Each of them enjoyed themselves in their own way. To Twilight's delight, they learned. A lot. Sunset Shimmer was up for nearly anything, making up for lost time, it'd seem. Pinkie couldn't help but laugh the whole time, save for when she buried her face between someone or another's legs. Applejack and Rainbow Dash let their competitive natures get the better of them, and broke into out and out wrestling more often than not.

“Very Turkish.” Rarity couldn't help but note. Ever generous, she made it her mission to give each of her friends the pleasure they deserved, though the wanton moans each pass of Rarity's tongue induced was far from ladylike. Fluttershy was the most surprising of them all, as she kept on offering wilder and wilder suggestions, until she found herself held down by her friends, spread-eagled, and 'ravished against her will.'

“But, um, just for pretend.” Fluttershy noted.

“We got that part.” Rainbow Dash said.

Finally, as the sun began to set, even Pinkie Pie was satisfied. The girls lay together in a sweaty, warm jumble, hands lazily caressing stuff.

“We should get goin'.” Applejack said, and sat up.

“Aw, do we have to?” said Pinkie Pie.

“Eeeyup. We stay out here much longer, we're gonna get ourselves eaten by mosquitoes. 'specially layin' round in the altogether like this.”

“I guess we should just bring citronella candles or something next time.” Twilight said as she looked up at the red-and-orange sky.

“Next time?” Rainbow Dash blurted.

“Uh.” Twilight sat up, realizing what she'd said. “I mean, uh. If you guys wanted. To … do … this again. That is. I hadn't expected it to turn out this way, but, um, I enjoyed it. And, uh, not just the sex parts, but those were nice too.”

“You talk too much.” Sunset said, and silenced Twilight with a kiss.

“I suppose I could do with a little more drawing practice … “ Rarity said.

“Like you're gonna get much drawin' done.” Applejack smirked.

“I could try!” Rarity huffed.

“Not iffin' I have anythin' to say about it.”

Author's Note

So that was a silly gratuitious clopfic. Hope you enjoyed?

I'll admit, the ending is a bit rushed, but I honestly I didn't feel like writing out every debauched little detail of the impromptu orgy.

I miiiiight have some ideas for a sequel/continuation/what have you, but I'm working on some other (non porny) stuff. Honestly, I'm mostly writing this kinda stuff in case I wanted to slip blatant sex scenes into other projects. Or maybe I'll wind up writing another silly clopfic sometime. Who knows?