Cadance's Clothesfree Camping Curriculum

NO CLOTHING ALLOWED BEYOND THIS POINT.

The official-looking sign stood mounted on a post, about half a mile down the trail from Camp Everfree’s parking lot. Twilight Sparkle took off her glasses, then squinted at the sign again, as if to make sure her eyes weren’t somehow playing tricks on her-- which they weren’t. She furrowed her brow, and then looked over her shoulder at her six best friends.

“I’m not the only one who’s seeing that sign, right?”

“That’s new.” Sunset Shimmer cracked a smile.

“More like that’s nude, right?” Pinkie Pie giggled, then peeled out of her t-shirt to reveal a heroically-strained bra, patterned with pictures of cupcakes. Pinkie reached behind her back and undid the clasp to her bra, shrugging out of it with a near-audible bounce as her heavy tits were freed.

“Pinkie!” Rarity held a hand to her mouth, but didn’t look away from the sight of Pinkie’s voluptuous form. “What are you doing?”

“Following the rules for once!” Pinkie Pie pushed both her shorts and panties down at the same time, and bent over to wriggle them past her sneakers. She made it a point to wiggle her broad rump at Rarity, then stood up straight again, happily, carelessly displaying herself to her friends. Rainbow Dash wolf-whistled from the back of the group, while Applejack rolled her eyes and Fluttershy blushed.

“I … don’t think that’s necessary.” Twilight Sparkle said. “I bet this is just leftover from the last set of campers, y’know? I mean, Cadance basically rented out the whole camp for this special retreat of hers, so it follows that someone else could do the same, and run the camp, uh, their way. The … no pants kind of way.”

“The best way!” Pinkie Pie said. “Now c’mon, you guys! Line up, and strip down! That’s what the sign says!”

“I ain’t takin’ my britches off just ‘cause somebody put a sign out.” Applejack crossed her arms over her chest.

“I concur.” Rarity laid a hand on Applejack’s arm. “Why, for all we know, this could just be some sort of perverse joke. Why, what if someone’s lurking in the bushes with a camera?”

“Then I hope that someone shares the pics with me later!” Pinkie Pie turned and winked at a clump of greenery, clasping her hands behind her head in a pin-up-esque pose. She stood that way for a moment, then slumped her shoulders and let out a disappointed “aw” once she realized no click of a camera shutter was forthcoming.

“Let’s just get to camp.” Sunset Shimmer fiddled with the straps of her duffel bag. “We can stow our gear, then come back with some tools to take the sign down.”

“Does that mean I’ll have to get dressed again?” Pinkie Pie pouted.

“Eventually?” Sunset Shimmer said with a shrug.

“Welp! Guess that means I’ll just have to enjoy naked time ‘til then. Whee!” Pinkie Pie bounded down the trail, clad only in sneakers and knee-high socks. The rest of the girls followed her down the winding dirt path, and emerged out into Camp Everfree.

The midmorning sun shone down on the camp, already hot enough to bake the ground to the point where each footstep kicked up a small cloud of dust. Empty of campers, the camp had even more of a wilderness air to it than usual. Cicadas and songbirds chirped from the trees, for once not drowned out by the shouts and laughter of rowdy teenagers.

“Oh man, this is just like the beginning of Camp Bloodbath!” Rainbow Dash said as she looked around the empty campground. “Or, like, every other slasher movie ever.”

“Those movies are so scary.” Fluttershy murmured, and took a step back to hide behind Rarity.

“You think every movie past a PG rating is scary, Fluttershy.” Rainbow said.

“That’s not true.” Fluttershy murmured from over Rarity's shoulder. “I watch a lot of por-- a lot of foreign films.”

Rarity arched an eyebrow.

“Well, ya ain’t gonna be watchin’ much of anything for the next week.” Applejack tilted up the brim of her hat, and looked the camp over once more. “Nothin’ like takin’ it easy for a whole week, getting back to basics. And whatever Twilight’s sister-in-law’s got cooked up. And, uh … just what does she have cooked up? Ain’t gonna be another of those things where we gotta blast somebody with that magic friendship beam again, is it?”

“I hope not.” Twilight said. “Especially since getting the timing on this was really tricky-- Cadance said she wanted to try out an experimental curriculum. She didn’t give me much in the way of details, but I gather this is kind of a … pilot program? Like, we’re a proof-of-concept class. Or something.”

“Huh.” Applejack said. “I just hope we don’t spend all our time curriculatin’ or whatever. It’d be a damn shame if we were here all week and didn’t get a chance to go fishin’.”

“Or skinny dipping!” Pinkie Pie giggled, then turned a naked cartwheel across the grass of Camp Everfree’s parade ground, surprisingly acrobatic despite her zaftig build. She landed on her feet with a jiggle. “Or skinny everything-elsing! Everything’s more fun when you don’t have pants on!”

“I’m sure there will be plenty of time for, uh … activities.” Twilight said. “But if you’re that concerned about it, you can ask Cadance directly. She’s got to be somewhere around here-- like in the dining hall, maybe? I’ll go look.” She glanced around the empty camp, then set off towards the large wooden building at the other end.

“And maybe if we’re lucky, we can talk to Cadance before Pinkie Pie gives her a show.” Twilight murmured to herself. It didn’t take long for her to get to the dining hall and push the door open. Like the rest of the camp, the dining hall was oddly, eerily quiet without campers.

“Hello?” Twilight Sparkle’s voice echoed through the hall. “Cadance? Are you there?”

“Oh, hi Twilight!” Cadance’s voice came from the direction of the kitchen. “I was just getting something to drink, I’ll be out in a minute!” The sound of Twilight’s favorite babysitter turned favorite sister-in-law’s voice was as reassuring as it always was. “You want anything?”

“I’m good, thanks! And take your time! I know we’re running a little bit early.” Twilight smiled, then turned to idly look over some old photographs hanging from the wall, documenting the hijinks of campers past. “We’ve barely been here for half an hour, and Pinkie’s already … well, being Pinkie.”

“I’d be concerned if she was anyone else.” Cadance walked out of the kitchen, carrying a steaming mug of sweet-smelling coffee in hand. Twilight turned to face her, then gasped as she saw Cadance.

All of Cadance. As, apart from a pair of hiking boots, the young woman was stark naked.

“What’s wrong, Twilight?” Cadance tilted her head to the side, curious. “Didn’t you see the sign?”