Cadance's Clothesfree Camping Curriculum

Breakfast was downright normal, apart from the nudity. As soon as Cadance laid the first platter of pancakes on the table, Twilight and her friends dug in ravenously. Admittedly, Rainbow Dash made some lewd gestures with the sausage links, and Pinkie Pie considered drizzling maple syrup over her chest, but Twilight had come to expect those kinds of goofy jokes from the both of them.

Twilight shoveled down one last butter-drenched bite of pancake, and sighed contentedly, having slaked yet another of her body’s urges (and in a far less exhausting manner). She dabbed her mouth clean with a napkin, then leaned against Sunset Shimmer beside her. In turn, Sunset silently draped an arm around Twilight’s shoulder, pulling her in for a warm morning cuddle. Twilight scooted in closer, pressing the outside of her leg against Sunset’s in an effort maintain as much contact with her as possible.

Once they finished eating, Cadance directed them to collect their plates and dump them into the large sink in the kitchen. As they cleaned up, Twilight wondered if an apron would be against Cadance’s nudity-rules, even if she didn’t wear anything underneath (and maybe accessorized with one of those little French maid hats). But before she could ask Rarity what those little french maid hats were actually called, Cadance herded everyone to back to the ring of cushions and settled in.

“So!” Cadance sat down and crossed her legs. “You’ve all been nude for a little under twenty four hours now. Or, well, I presume you have-- nobody put on pajamas last night when I wasn’t looking, did they?”

“Oh my.” Fluttershy held a hand up to her lips. “I’d never break the rules like that.”

“Especially since PJ’s would get in the way of BJ’s!” Pinkie Pie said with a shameless giggle. “Or, uh … girl-BJ’s, at least. Because Fluttershy had me and Rainbow--”

“Cunnilingus is the proper term.” Cadance didn’t miss a beat. “Terminology aside, I’m glad you’re using this opportunity to explore your sexuality. You’ve all really embraced the spirit of the program.”

“It’s an easy spirit to embrace!” Pinkie beamed. “Especially since it’s mostly about embracing your friends! Naked embracing!” She reached out to either side, pulling Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash into a bosomy hug.

“It’s only been a day, but--” Fluttershy murmured, eyes half-lidding as she cuddled her cheek into Pinkie’s heavy chest. “--I don’t know if I want to go back to ‘normal.’ If I-- if we—could just spend the rest of our lives like this. Just so uninhibited. Like I can just … “ Fluttershy, unable to help herself, took one of Pinkie’s thick nipples into her mouth.

“You’ve really embraced the spirit.” Cadance said, smiling. “So enjoy it while you can. We can’t stay here all year-- it’ll get too cold in a few months, unfortunately. But, once you go home, you should have the knowledge and confidence to find further sexual satisfaction on your own.”

“Mmmhmm.” Fluttershy murmured something vaguely affirmative around Pinkie’s tit.

Cadance just smiled, unphased by the lusty display in front of her. “But, the good news is, there’s an easy way to preserve these memories forever. Ta-da!” And with that, she reached into a bag next to her cushion and pulled out a bulky black camera with a thick lens attached.

“Whoa there!” Applejack blushed, and reflexively pulled a cushion to her chest. “Y’all are gonna take pictures now? So everybody gets to see us naked?”

“Not everyone.” Cadance said. “Just anyone you’d like to share with. If you want, you don’t even have to pose at all, Applejack. Though I hope you do, if nothing else to share with the rest of us. It’s not like we haven’t already seen you naked.” She winked.

“Mmm. She may have a point, Darling.” Rarity laid a gentle hand on Applejack’s shoulder. “In fact, I think I’d rather like to give it a try.”

“You would.” Applejack said.

“Indeed. But just think of it-- a camera like that is to exponentially superior to my phone-- not to mention the matter of angles and suchlike. Any photos Cadance takes should be a lot more visually appealing than those selfies I sent--”

“Rarity!” Applejack said. “That was s’posed to be just between us.”

“Waitwaitwait.” Rainbow Dash looked between Rarity and Applejack. “Are you two guys sexting?”

Rarity shrugged her pale, bare shoulders. “Sometimes I like to showcasecertain … creations for Applejack. She certainly seems to appreciate it.” The purple haired young woman just smiled, and draped herself over Applejack’s toned body. “Isn’t that right? Mmm, remember what you said when I showed off that fishnet top I threw together?”

Applejack didn’t reply, but the red in her cheeks told a story anyway.

“What if the pictures get on the internet?” Sunset Shimmer said, slightly wary. “I mean, I trust you guys, but … you never know.”

“What if they do?” Cadance said. “It’s only embarrassing if you let it embarrass you. If you’re comfortable enough being nude with your friends, then the next step is to be comfortable with strangers. And if your photos are tasteful, semi-professional nudes, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.” She held her camera up, and grinned. “Not to mention that there are so many naked pictures on the internet already, you’ll probably get lost in the deluge.”

“Probably?” Sunset Shimmer said.

“She’s got a point.” Twilight mused. “There’s a lot of po-- I mean, there’s a lot of nude photography out there. Nobody will notice another seven girls.”

“Eight!” Cadance turned her camera around and turned it on, revealing a picture of herself on the digital screen, stark naked and holding the camera at a classic ‘selfie angle’ that somehow made her generous bust look even bigger.

“And, uh, until about fifty years ago, a lot of ivy league universities actually required all their students to pose for nude photos.” Twilight cuddled in against Sunset, resting her chin on the redhead’s shoulder. “Ostensibly, it was sort of a screen for spinal conditions, though later researchers tried to use the photos as evidence of physiological social hierarchies, which honestly is just a few steps from phrenology.”

“Or maybe the professors just wanted to see a lot of naked people.” Sunset Shimmer said.

“Or that.” Twilight noted.

“Why do you even know about that, anyway?” Sunset Shimmer asked.

“I’ve been researching college options. Very thoroughly.” Twilight added on.

“Like I said, you guys don’t have to pose if you don’t want to. But at the same time, you’d be wasting an opportunity to remember yourself, and your friends, at a very special time in your life.” Cadance looked outside. “The light’s really good right now-- I thought we could snap some pictures out on the deck, with the lake in the background … who wants to go first?”

Rarity posed.

She sat on the edge of a chair with her legs primly crossed, and her back arched. It was a practiced position, one she’d adopted countless times before whenever she wanted to show off her outfit-- though without a stitch on her, the pose served just as well to exhibit her long legs, perky breasts, and otherwise trim figure. The morning sun and the reflection of the lake in the background only served to accent the porcelain hue of her skin.

Her purple hair cascaded over her shoulder as she shifted positions. “Like this? Do make sure you get my good side.” Rarity batted her eyelashes at Cadance’s camera, then wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Then again, I am particularly lucky, in that every side is my good side. Observe.”

Rarity stood and turned, bending at the waist. She put both hands on the back of the chair and thrust her round, pale derriere out, giving a wiggle for the camera-- and for everyone behind it.

The shutter went ‘click.’

“I ain’t sure if it was a good idea to let Rarity go first.” Applejack said. “At this rate, we’re gonna be here all dang day.”

“Oh, darling.” Rarity looked over her shoulder with a coy expression. “Not jealous, are you?”

“Impatient, more like. Y’all may be happy to show off like a prize co-- like a prize rooster, but I’d like to actually do somethin’ today.”

“Do … something?” Rarity turned and sat back down, though this time with her feet flat on the floor, and her legs unladylike-wide, offering an unimpeded look at the meticulously trimmed tuft of purple curls between her legs, as well as the crinkled folds of her pussy. “Like what?”

The shutter went ‘click.’

“Reckon I’ll show ya.” Applejack huffed, and then stepped forward. She scooped Rarity up without much effort, and the purple-haired woman let out a delighted squeal and kicked her legs daintily.

“You brute! You ruffian! You beast!” Rarity’s protests carried far less weight considering the way she draped her arms around Applejack’s neck and nuzzled in against the taller woman’s collarbone. “Can’t you control yourself? I know I’m absolutely stunning, yes, but you could at least try to keep your hands off of me! Your strong, wonderful hands … “ Rarity squirmed, settling in tighter into Applejack’s arms.

The shutter went ‘click.’

“Uh.” Applejack looked down at the naked woman in her arms, and then blushed. “I’m, uh … I’m just gonna take Rarity off somewhere she can … cool down.” Applejack trailed off into a shudder as Rarity set about nibbling at the side of her neck.

“Have fun!” Pinkie Pie said with a wave.

Applejack nodded a vague agreement, then carried Rarity back into the dining hall, muttering. “Can’t believe you’re worked up like this already-- s’pecially after that shower.”

A giggle was Rarity’s only reply.

Rainbow Dash flexed.

She stood with one foot up on the chair, and her arms curled and held up in an inadvertent parody of a bodybuilder’s pose. While she lacked the sheer mass of a professional weight lifter, Rainbow still had a lot to show off. Muscle and tendon tensed, highlighting the wiry power of the athlete’s frame. She basked in the camera’s attention, showing off like a particularly vain anatomy model. Rainbow’s toned body didn’t make her look unfeminine, however. Instead, her exercise-toned limbs and core served to frame and highlight Rainbow’s modest (to put it politely) chest, or the clean shaven skin of her mons. With one foot planted on the chair, any onlooker-- anyone who got to see the photo –had a perfect view of Rainbow’s tight pussy.

The shutter went ‘click.’

“Hey, lemme try something!” Rainbow Dash turned around and stood up straight, bringing her arms up to flex her shoulders and tense her back. She tightened her round, toned rump as well, Twilight couldn’t help but notice.

“Like, think I can do that magic thing where I grow wings and stuff?” She made a little grunt of effort, trying to summon up magic, but no such display came.

The shutter went ‘click’ anyway.

Rainbow Dash contorted herself into a few more poses-- then squeaked out a pained “Ow! I think I pulled something!”

“Oh no!” Fluttershy squeaked. Before anyone else could act, the pink-haired girl whisked over to her friend, running her hands over Rainbow’s bare skin. “You’re so tense! Let me massage that out for you. Work out some of that … “ Fluttershy bit at her lower lip. “Tension.”

“You don’t have to.” Rainbow Dash said. “I can just walk it off--”

“I insist.” Fluttershy said, soft but stern.

“Oh. Um. Okay.” Rainbow Dash’s cheeks tinted in a blush, and soon Fluttershy led Rainbow Dash inside.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be back soon.” Fluttershy noted.

“Take your time.” Cadance winked at the pair, and then looked back at the other girls. “Who’s next?”

Pinkie Pie bounced.

It was as if stripping nude had relieved her of some great weight holding her back. The addition of Cadance’s camera only increased Pinkie’s exuberance, to the point where it became impossible for her to stand still.

“Should I stand like this? Or like this? Or how about like this, so you can see my butt?” Pinkie switched poses with each question, the quick movements causing her plush form to wiggle and jiggle in far too enticing of a manner.

“Slow down!” Cadance laughed as she said it. “I mean, I’ve got a good camera, but it’s not that good. All I’m gonna get is a blur if you keep moving around like that.”

“Sorry!” Pinkie Pie squeaked, and sat herself down in the chair. She forced herself to keep still, posing with her hands on her thighs. Sitting slightly at an angle to Cadance’s camera, the pose accentuated the curve of her heavy breasts and the healthy pudge of her belly. “I’m just so excited! This is so fun!”

The shutter went ‘click.’

No sooner had Cadance gotten the picture, Pinkie Pie whizzed into motion again, this time laying her back across the seat of the chair, so she could kick her thick legs up into the air in a playful, surprisingly acrobatic pose. “Now how’s-- agh!” Off-balance, Pinkie Pie toppled to the wooden deck, though a quick giggle dispelled any notion she might’ve gotten hurt in the process.

“Why don’t we try something different?” Cadance said. “How about … a group photo? Sunset, Twilight, can you guys stand on either side of Pinkie Pie?”

“Ooooh, that sounds great!” Pinkie Pie bounded to her feet, no worse for wear.

“That’s … an efficient solution.” Twilight said, feigning casualness. “Especially since the only alternative would be to just, y’know, tie Pinkie up so she can’t move. Which. Um. Might not be what you’re going for, here.”

“That sounds great too!” Pinkie Pie said. “I’m down with whatever!”

“Let’s just go with the group photo.” Sunset said with a bemused smile.

Sunset walked over to stand next to Pinkie, and Twilight took up a position opposite her, on Pinkie’s right. Pinkie Pie just giggled, and hooked a surprisingly strong arm around each of her friends’ waists, pulling them both in against her soft, curvy body.

Twilight swallowed.

The shutter went ‘click.’

So that was it, then, Twilight mused. Someone-- no, not someone, her sister-in-law, had taken a naked photo of her. A naked photo of her leaning up against her equally naked friend. Her warm, cuddly, soft-skinned, friend, who smelled vaguely, enticingly, of sugar and cinnamon. She tried to find someplace to put her hand, awkwardly trapped behind Pinkie-- and so her fingertips traced the curve of Pinkie Pie’s back, until gravity kicked in (yes, it was gravity, Twilight told herself) and her hand cupped a handful of Pinkie’s broad buttock.

“Oooh!” Pinkie Pie giggled, wiggled, and turned her head to murmur into Twilight’s ear. “Keep going.”

Twilight’s hand continued to slide across the expanse of Pinkie’s rump, but stopped as she felt another set of fingers graze her own. She squeaked in surprise, and leaned forward to look at Sunset Shimmer.

The redhead smiled like a cat with feathers still hanging from her mouth. “She said keep going?”

“Ladies, ladies!” Pinkie Pie said. “There’s plenty of me to share! Here, let’s try this!” And with that, Pinkie turned, sandwiching herself between Sunset and Twilight. She reached up with one hand and pulled Sunset Shimmer into her heavy breasts, and the redhead let out a surprised (but enthused) “Mmf!”

Meanwhile, Pinkie leaned forward a little, all the better to grind her thick booty against Twilight. The sudden bump was enough to knock Twilight back a step-- but then, heart pounding, Twilight stepped back in. She licked her lips, then sank instinctively to her knees, reaching up with both hands to part the heavy cheeks of Pinkie’s ass.

Twilight gasped as she got a good look at her friend’s most private places, and zeroed in on the swelling lips of Pinkie’s sex, nearly dripping with excitement already. Unable to help herself, she dove in, opening her mouth wide to passionately kiss the treasure in front of her.

Pinkie Pie squealed in delight, and her pussy clenched around Twilight’s questing tongue.

The shutter went ‘click.’

To Twilight, it was a distant sound, and insignificant sound, especially compared to the lusty giggles each pass of her lips brought out of Pinkie Pie. Some nominally rational part of Twilight’s mind noted that the pictures wouldn’t be as scandalous if they didn’t show her face, which only made her push her nose between Pinkie’s cheeks even more.

Pinkie squealed as she came.

Repeatedly.

The shutter went ‘click.’

Lunch was not normal.

In fact, it barely qualified as lunch at all. It was more of an idle grazing, as exhausted (and slightly dehydrated) young women munched on granola bars and crackers in order to refuel themselves after the morning’s ‘photo sessions.’

Everyone had gotten a turn, and nearly every session had devolved (or evolved?) into a pairing, or even a tripling. And yet, it hadn’t made things awkward. In fact, it was the opposite. Twilight felt closer to her friends than she ever had; a feeling that was more than mutual, to judge by the way everyone reacted. Touch, bare touch, was nearly universal, as the young women found any and every excuse to cuddle and caress each other, to the point where standing alone seemed an alien experience.

They all clustered in around the back of Cadance’s chair as she loaded the pictures into her laptop, and watched her scroll through the hundreds of photos she’d taken over the course of the last few hours.

“I’m glad everyone had fun.” Cadance said. “Now, let’s all wind down for a bit-- I’d like everyone to review your photos. If there are any pictures of yourself you don’t like, you’ll be free to delete them. In fact, if you want to delete all the photos of yourself, you’re welcome to do so.”

“Why would I do that?” Rainbow Dash pushed a strand of sweaty hair off of her forehead. “I’m hot.”

“It’s just an option to make you more comfortable, that’s all.”

“Well I don’t mind, at least.” Rainbow Dash noted with a grin.

“Mmm. Perhaps that’s not a bad idea.” Rarity leaned over Cadance’s shoulder to peer at the laptop. “I’d prefer to keep only the best photos of myself, you understand.”

“Every picture of you’s the best picture, sugarcube.”

“Thank you, Applejack. Still, better safe than sorry … “ And with that, Rarity started to scroll through photos on the laptop-- but as she scrolled back, she cycled through a few pictures of Cadance that were still on the memory card. Cadance was nude, of course, though inside what appeared to be a hotel bedroom. Some of the photos were of the ‘classical’ variety, with Cadance stretched out on the bed, languid and beautiful.

Most of them weren’t.

The one that stood out the most was a photo looking down at Cadance as she knelt on the floor.

With a cock in her mouth.

Cadance’s eyes were closed in bliss, captured as she wrapped her lips around the lengthy member. As if that wasn’t enough, there was a second man (or at least a second dick) in the picture, and Cadance kept her fingers wrapped gently around it.

“Oh!” Rarity let go of the laptop’s mouse like it was an actual rodent. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to--”

“No, no, it’s alright. It’s my fault for not looking at the memory card before I put it in the camera. Plus, if I didn’t want anyone to see it, we wouldn’t have taken pictures to begin with.”

“We?” Twilight squeaked. That she had something new to be scandalized over after the morning’s debauchery was a surprise in and of itself.

“Me and my husband, of course. And our boyfriend, Sunburst.” Cadance said, cheery. “In fact, I’m glad you found these pictures, Rarity. This way I can answer any questions you might have about polyamory before Shiny and Sunburst get here this afternoon!”