Slutwalk on the Catwalk

by Dr Sharaz Jek

Rating: mature
Tags: Narcotics, Coco Pommel, Suri Polomare, Porn, Fetish, Rarity, Equestria Girls, Sex, Profanity, Sassy Saddles
Length: 2097

In order to avoid stagnation, Rarity and her fashion crew take their show to the next level!

Rarity and her assistants, Coco Pommel and Sassy Saddles, are determined to make their mark in the fashion industry. However, they eventually hit a wall, and have to undertake drastic measures in fear they'll lose relevancy. Of course, her rival Suri Polomare has her own plans...

Note: All girls are 18 or older.

Published 2019-04-23 02:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-04-23 02:00:02 UTC

A Contest of Thrills

Through a combination of hard work and determination Rarity rose near the top of the fashion industry. She'd kept in shape, made deals, even advertised for her business which she'd taken a risky loan out to get off the ground. At this point she was a self-made woman. But she'd also realized the limitations of doing this by her lonesome. A pair of her best models, Sassy Saddles and Coco Pommel, had also become her assistants. By this point the trio were practically inseparable.

The trio were in a dressing room to await the show. Important people came from all over to see her designs, as she'd often proved unpredictable, knowing that one slip up could render her yesterday's news. The last thing she wanted was to be called stale! But what would be more daring than the scanty lingerie show they'd put on last time? A bout of inspiration struck her. Pale skin filled with a rush of blood. Would it be too daring? Why not risk it all to give them the most memorable show ever?

She paced the dimly-lit room and inhaled deeply. Garbed only in frilly underwear, much like her companions, she tried to work out her proposal. “Sassy Saddles.” The tall and thin woman turned her head, sifting through a number of hung up dresses, trying to find the perfect one to wear. “Coco Pommel.” The shorter and shapelier woman sat before a dresser with a mirror, applying makeup, and paused between applying lipstick. “I have a...proposition. One that will take us to the next level.”

“Let us hear it,” said Sassy who tossed back her silky hair. “We've come this far, after all.”

“I'll always be by your side!” Coco smiled wide, eager to please her crush, unlike her more skeptical but still quite loyal companion. “I'm not sure our costumes can get much skimpier than the last ones, though!” Her face burned.

“There is one method, darlings...full-blown nudity.” Rarity forced the sentence out with a sigh.

Sassy cocked an eyebrow. “That sounds more tacky than classy. Clothes maketh the man, correct? Or women in this case. Isn't it better to tease and leave something to the imagination?” She clenched a dress between her well-trimmed nails. “Besides, think of the scandal it could whip up! We're not common strippers! You're the head of a rising business! This could ruin you!”

“It does sound rather daring,” admitted Coco who pictured the shocked reactions. “But also kind of liberating?” She sucked in a breath. “I'll do it, for your sake, Rarity. No, I want to do this! I need to prove to myself that I can!”

Several moments passed while Sassy stared down at her statuesque physique. “Very well. Count me in, too.”

Rarity clapped her hands and squealed in a feminine manner. “Excellent!” She beckoned them over with a wave and embraced the pair. “I knew you two wouldn't let me down!” Her appearance was somewhere between her comrades; not quite as tall as Sassy, and a hair less shapely than Coco, but her alabaster curves certainly filled out her silken purple bra and panties nicely.

When the show commenced Rarity took the lead. It had been her idea and she'd fire the first volley. Lights poured from above and thumping music sounded across the crowds seated around the catwalk. She strode in with practiced grace stark-naked, save for a wide-brimmed hat with a ribbon, heeled boots which matched her locks, and a diamond-studded purse on one arm.

Child-bearing hips swayed and her wide buttocks rolled with each step. Likewise her heavy breasts topped by pastel pink nipples bounced. She'd cut her pubic hair into a patch above the tight slit of her vulva. Cameras flashed all-around her. She soaked in the fame and fortune that she hoped would soon double. This is what she'd always inspired to!

Next came Sassy who wore similar attire. She carried herself with even more naked pride, determined to make her mark on high society, aware this gamble could render them all a laughing stock. Her smaller, pert tits had a subtler wobble, and likewise her more narrow but still well-sculpted posterior. She'd shaven her vagina and arrogantly revealed it to their audience.

Like their leader she strove to rise through the ranks, but unlike her she never planned to retire. What was the point of life if one didn't constantly push herself? She'd never laze around like some fatty, pampered housewife!

Lastly came Coco whose cheeks were still pink despite her serious expression. Her hat, purse, and boots were a little cutesier but otherwise similar. Her udders jiggled in rhythm with her fleshy asscheeks. She sported more of a full bush than her pals, but still made certain it was neatly cut. She was content simply to be part of something bigger with the ones she adored.

They made their way to the end one-by-one, stopped to pose, and then started to head back, feeling liberated more than ever before. All these eyes locked upon them as they unveiled themselves to the world! After a few passes they retired to their room.

“You conducted yourselves well, ladies. You've made me proud,” noted Rarity who settled into a chair. Her plush cheeks smooshed on the cushion and she spritzed herself with a bottle of perfume.

Coco panted now that she could drop the act for the audience. Her face was flushed, her breasts rapidly rose-and-fell, and she fanned skin beaded by a thin sheen of sweat, her flower moist and heated from their shameless exhibition. “We did, didn't we?! Um, I mean, I certainly tried to put my all into it, so I'm thankful you're satisfied with my performance!”

Opening the door, pounding music poured in from the distance, as Sassy took a peek outside to see how their rivals fared. “Don't look now...but someone's trying to steal our thunder. Right down to her choice of attire...or lack thereof.” She popped a bottle of champagne and took a drink with a shake of her head. “I take it I don't have to tell you who?”

“Suri Polomore,” said Rarity with barely-restrained bitterness when she and Coco raced up by Saddles to peek out. Jealous that Rarity had 'stolen' her assistant (One Suri had treated like shit while she pilfered Rarity's ideas) she'd been out for blood ever since. She too had risen through the ranks despite not having an original idea to call her own.

With her head upraised Suri strutted out fully naked, with a supple build she intentionally shook when she walked. She'd even stolen similar hat, purse, and boot designs, and posed in a more slutty manner, bending over to let her breasts hang and show her plump rump. She blew kisses to the crowd, subtly jiggling her rack and posterior while cameras clicked and flashed.

Behind her came one of her recruits, supermodel Fleur de Lis, who dwarfed any other model with how tall she was. Incredibly long legs took graceful strides which made her hips and buttocks sway. Titties topped with delicate pastel pink nipples that were so light they were almost invisible bounced with each step. She tossed back her mane with a purse of her pouty lips.

Last came Octavia who was the shapeliest of the trio by a small margin. In the fashion business a certain type was desired, and so she'd worked to trim herself of visible fat without any noticeable muscle definition, but her well-shaped physique refused to be chiseled any further despite repeated attempts to be leaner. She tried not to let her self-consciousness show when they filmed and photographed her. After a few rounds about the walkway, the troika made their way back to their own dressing room.

“Time to up the game,” said Rarity who pulled out a bottle of baby oil and slathered it over her flesh. It rolled under her soft palms and rubbed in deep, making her glisten under the light. She beckoned to Coco and Sassy, who lined up, allowing her to apply the same delicate touch to them until they were an oily, slippery mess. “Girls, ready for the next round?”

The fashionistas took to their stage once more, similarly showing off their oiled-up forms to the entranced onlookers. They paused to pose in a more sensual but still classy manner. However, when Suri's turn rolled around, her team had similarly oiled up, and bared themselves in an even more provocative manner, the rivals now locked in a battle of one-upmanship.

“Damn it!” Rarity stamped a foot. “She simply copies whatever we do!”

Sassy pulled on her locks and looked skyward while she thought it over. “Mmm, there may be a way. Nothing clever, mind you. Just that we'll take it to such a level even Suri would hesitate. Of course, it could also undo all we've worked for.”

“I'll do it,” chimed in Coco who wanted to see them succeed no matter what it took or what they risked.

“Very well. Let us hear your proposal.” Rarity couldn't think of what could possibly top this?

Sassy pulled out her latest creations; plugs with gemstones tipped on the ends. “Do you know what these are?” The women stared at her incredulous. She heaved her shoulders, and decided to demonstrate, inserting one into her posterior which spread to accept it widening her anus. She wheezed with a low moan. “I'm not certain even Suri's team would dare attempt this?”

“I suppose there's no choice,” muttered Rarity who pushed the object up her sphincter with clenched teeth.

Coco hesitated with her own, but eventually drove it in, eyes rolling into her head and her flower moistening when she did so. Her asshole clenched hard around the intruder. “It...doesn't feel unpleasant?” She tried to downplay how wonderful it felt!

The threesome took a moment to admire their derrieres in the mirror. Coco snickered and flushed, unable to hold herself back anymore as she laid a palm on each of their butts with an audible smack. “Sorry,” she said with a shy look downwards when they rubbed their bottoms. “But you're both too cute! So, you ready to head out there and show them what we can do?”

Soon the beauties once more walked the catwalk, still slippery with oil, plugs locked into their snug rectums while they made their way between the mobs. Gems sparkled under the glimmering lights and drew attention to their backsides. Coco's face reddened further when a camera zoomed in on her sex, certain their latest venture would soon go viral.

Clicks sounded when they paused and took up alluring stances that exaggerated their assets. They felt free and in the moment in a way they never had before. Of course when Suri's turn rolled around, she'd whipped up similar makeshift plugs from what her team could cobble together from Fleur's sex toys, their leader who was a tart-at-heart showing her true colors openly!

A last pass was made by both groups who were called out at once, oil-slicked physiques and plugged sphincters bared before a rapt audience. Whistles, claps, and cheers sounded, a new trend set in the already often bold world of exotic fashion!

In the end the contest was almost a draw. However since it was clear Rarity's posse had done it first, and overall better, they soared to the top anew, while Suri bristled at the respectable second she and her followers received. Of course all the entrees walked home much richer and more famous than ever, but Rarity was certain Suri wouldn't simply let this be.

At least it had all worked out in the end. Not to mention they'd all learned something about themselves. After all, weren't their bodies the most natural attire of all? Their show was taken as both a social statement and a bit of performance art which made them the talk of the nation. Likewise Suri and her models became known as skilled copycats, which infuriated her even more, now destined to forever live in her rival's shadow. Fleur and Octavia were simply content with their share of the profits.

Coco and Sassy continued to serve under Rarity, who appeared on the cover of magazines, upon talkshows, and met with all sorts of celebrities while they took the city by storm. All-in-all, Rarity considered her latest exploit a roaring success!

Author's Note

Something I whipped up in attempt to give myself a break between more complicated stories. Mostly done as a sort of nudist fic. Thanks for reading as always!