Cadance's Clothesfree Camping Curriculum

Cadance wore nothing, and wore it very, very well.

Every part of her was blessed in some way. She had clear skin, long legs, a trim waist, simply glorious hair, and a … generous bust. For years, Twilight had looked up to Cadance as the very model of of charm and beauty, an example of what a young woman should be.

And what Cadance was, was naked.

“Um!” Twilight’s cheeks went red, and her brain went blue-screen. She pivoted on one heel, and then started intently staring at the photographs of (thankfully clothed) campers on the wall. “I’msorryIdidn’tknowyouwereindecenthahaha.” She said.

“I’m sorry, Twilight.” Cadance said. “I didn’t mean to shock you. There’s a reason I’m not wearing any clothes right now.”

“And that is … ?”

“It’s all part of the curriculum.”

“The what?”

“It’ll all make sense in time, I promise. But first, let’s go find your friends so I can explain it all at once.”

“I … guess that makes sense.” Twilight turned her head slightly to peek at Cadance from the corner of her eye to verify that she was still smiling, still naked, and still gorgeous. Which meant Twilight wasn’t hallucinating.

She wasn’t sure if she should’ve been relieved or disappointed.

Twilight made it a point to walk in front of Cadance, so as not to be tempted to watch the sway of her hips with each step. So long as she kept her eyes pointed forward, Twilight told herself she could keep pretending that there was some semblance of normalcy, and absolutely nothing scandalous going on--

--until she saw Pinkie Pie lounging on a picnic table, wearing nothing but her sneakers. Twilight briefly hoped she didn’t get splinters anywhere uncomfortable.

“Oh, hi there!” The Rubenesque, pink-haired girl bounced to her feet and waved at Cadance. “You saw the sign too?”

“Pinkie, I posted the sign.”

“Lady, I like the cut of your jib!” Pinkie Pie winked and pointed finger-guns at Cadance, who just smiled and laughed.

“Looks like she ain’t wearin’ a jib to cut.” Applejack said with a shake of her head.

“A jib is a sail, darling. Not a garment.” Rarity noted. She feigned casualness, though a faint, rosy blush tinted her cheeks as she got sight o Cadance.

“I know this may be a little … different.” Cadance said. “But I’m glad at least one of you has gotten into the spirit already.”

“Into the spirit, and out of my pants!” Pinkie Pie said, and did a little pirouette.

“Let me explain.” Cadance said. “Remember when I told you this week was part of an experimental curriculum I’m developing?”

“Uh, yes?” Twilight said. “What’s that got to do with … um, this?”

“Nudity is a cornerstone of the project. Since both the students-- you –and the staff-- me –are nude, it puts everyone on equal footing. Furthermore, by forcing you out of your normal comfort zone, albeit in a safe way, it’ll allow you to open yourself up to new experiences and opportunity for growth. Think of it like a … uniform, almost?”

“Or an un-dress code, am I right?” Pinkie Pie winked and did fingerguns again.

Cadance shook her head with a laugh. “I think I’ve created a monster.”

“So the sign … wasn’t a joke.” Twilight said.

“Nope.” Cadance said. “In fact, it’s kind of an experiment-- a way to see how the students might react. Creates something of a conformity paradox-- do you obey the rules of the sign, or the socially constructed modesty that modern culture drilled into you?”

“That’s a lot of egghead talk for someone with her tits out.” Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. “You’re making this sound like school.”

“Don’t worry, Rainbow-- apart from a few … guided sessions each day, you’ll be free to enjoy everything Camp Everfree has to offer. Au naturale, in naturale.” Cadance grinned, then winked and did fingerguns herself.

“Great, now there’s two of them.” Rarity said, deadpan.

“I, um, have a question.” Fluttershy raised her hand from the back of the group.

“What’s that?” Cadance said. “And kudos for getting into the spirit of things already!”

The rest of the girls blinked, then turned towards their shyest friend-- who stood with her sundress and underwear already tucked beneath her arm. Free of clothing, Fluttershy looked like nothing so much as some nymph or forest goddess. Her form was slimmer than Cadance’s centerfold-worthy body (much less Pinkie’s eye-pleasing proportions), but stunning, all the same. A warm breeze wafted through her long hair, and a small bluebird fluttered over to perch on her shoulder.

“Fluttershy?” Rainbow Dash sputtered. “How come you’re--”

“It’s the rules, like she said.” Fluttershy nodded, primly. “Besides, it feels … “ she gave a little shiver, despite the warm weather. “Nice.”

“But you wear a wet suit every time we go to the beach!” Rainbow Dash sputtered.

“That’s because I’m afraid of jellyfish. But since they only live in saltwater, I should be okay.” Fluttershy nodded.

“That’s what’s kept you from wearing a bikini?” Rainbow Dash said.

“Beach attire aside, I think Fluttershy had a question?” said Cadance.

“Oh, um, right.” Fluttershy murmured. “Just, um … what are we going to do in these, uh … guided sessions?”

“That’s a good question! For the most part they’re going to be group exercises. A chance to get closer, and explore new ideas in a safe, controlled environment. I don’t want to give too much away, as I’ve designed each guided session to stem from the last, and build a sense of anticipation. But believe me, you’ll enjoy it.” Cadance beamed. “But for now, why don’t you guys get settled in? There are tents already set up at the campsite over there. In about an hour, meet me back at the dining hall, and we’ll get started!”

Cadance turned to go-- then snapped her fingers. “Oh! And one more thing. I’ll expect all of you to be nude when I see you again. In fact, I’d like all of you to sort your gear-- you can keep your footgear, and hats-- but I’d like to hang onto the rest of your clothing for safekeeping. Not like you’re going to need it for the rest of the week, right? So see you soon!” And with that, Cadance headed off, back towards the dining hall.

“Welp, ‘least I get to keep my hat.” Applejack ran a finger across the brim of her battered stetson.

“That’s what you’re thinking about?” Rarity huffed.

“Honestly, darlin’, I ain’t sure what to think.”

“That’s the point! The whole program’s designed to keep us off balance!” Pinkie Pie stood on one foot and bent at the waist, holding her other leg straight out behind her in a ballet-ish pose. She wobbled a little, heavy tits hanging downward as she leaned forward, but managed to keep herself from falling.

“We … don’t have to do this.” Sunset Shimmer finally spoke up. “I mean, personally, I don’t care about taking my clothes off. Back in Equestria, we tended not to wear much of anything unless it was a special occasion. But if any of you guys are uncomfortable, we can just … go.”

“We can’t.” Twilight shook her head.

“Why, because you said you’d help Cadance with her buck naked therapy thing?” Rainbow Dash said.

“Partly that.” Twilight nodded. “But also … what if there’s more to it? What if Cadance stumbled across some kind of magical … thing, and now she’s been corrupted into some kind of lust-crazed succubus? Or what if it’s not Cadance at all? What if we’ve just been talking to some kind of strange magical shapeshifter who is also a lust-crazed succubus? Or what if she’s being mind controlled by a strange magical shapeshifter who is also a lust crazed succubus?”

“I … kind of hate how plausible that is.” Sunset Shimmer rubbed at the bridge of her nose.

“Oh my.” Fluttershy held a hand up to her mouth. “Then maybe we should go.”

“Aw, does that mean I have to put my pants back on?” Pinkie Pie pouted.

Twilight shook her head. “We can’t. If something’s happened to Cadance, it’s up to us to find out. But at the same time, we can’t let her know that we’re suspicious. Which means we follow the, uh, curriculum.” She looked in the direction of the dining hall, and toyed with the hem of her shirt.

“That’s a good point. I can use my powers to peek inside Cadance’s head, but I’ll need to get close enough to touch her.”

“And when she’s not looking, we hit her with a rainbow laser!” Rainbow Dash cracked her knuckles in anticipation.

“I’m hoping it won’t come to that.” Twilight closed her eyes and took in a deep breath before she took off her t-shirt.

“And if she’s not a magical lust-demon from another plane of existence?” Rarity said.

“Then … I guess we wind up helping Cadance out with her project anyway?” Twilight ventured.

“That’d be nice. I mean, I … kind of like it here. Like this. There’s something kind of freeing about being naked.” Fluttershy’s voice took on the slightest tinge of a growl. “Primal.”

“Right?” Pinkie Pie giggled, and pulled Fluttershy in for a warm, cuddly hug. Fluttershy let out a faint sigh at the skin to skin contact, and leaned into Pinkie’s arms.

“So either we save the world again, or we spend a week at camp.” Sunset Shimmer undid the top button of her shorts. “But either way, looks like we’re doing it without any clothes on.”