Three Principals & A Bikini Contest

Cadance reclined on her towel, letting the sun catch her skin in just the right way. Its warmth flooded her system, rejuvenating it and creating a sense of happiness within her. Life was certainly grand, that was for sure. She had the most amazing job in the world at Crystal Prep High, with paid vacation time to boot. Becoming principal after Abacus Cinch was unceremoniously fired by the school board was a wonderful accomplishment. However, the job did leave her exhausted most evenings. She’d retire home to a little alone time with a glass of sparkling grape juice, a nice bubble bath…and certain other things.

Since she was still single, she very often had to resort to her favorite vibrator for sexual excitement. She’d lay nude in her bathtub, allowing the warm water to lushly grace her light pink skin. Then, she’d stick her pussy under the running faucet, feeling tendrils of joy tickle her mind. Finally, she’d grab her vibrator (which was battery powered, mind you) and shove it deep into the forest of folds below her belt. Her screams of delight would shake her home. But, since nobody else lived there, it wasn’t a problem. Cumming was only a matter of time, and she’d shoot beautiful streams from her cunny tunnel, watching them mix with the water and sighing in rapturous relief.

But today, she was at the beach on a perfect Sunday afternoon. As much as she loved her vibrator, she’d rather have the real thing. So, she put on her sexiest swim attire and hoped that a man might pass her way. Unfortunately for her, such a thing was not to be. While the striped two-piece she wore was brilliantly made and fit her perfectly, other girls wore skimpier things. It seemed that, the less a woman wore, the more apt a man was to see her. Cadance didn’t like this, so she moved her boobs around a bit, trying to show more without being arrested. It was to no avail…well…almost to no avail.

She did catch the eye of one man, though she groaned as he came over. Her own feminine preconceived notions about males kicked in. This man was a little on the hefty side. He didn’t have chiseled features, toned abs, or other things females look for. Instead, he bore a bit of a belly. Sunglasses adorned his face and they reflected the sun sharply as he strode over to where the pretty young teacher lay back on her towel. Once there, he stood looking at her, almost as if trying to make a very important decision.

“Young lady?” He asked kindly.

“…Yes?” Cadance asked, hoping that he wouldn’t ask her out.

“Would you like to win a good bit of the green stuff?”

“…as in…money?” Cadance asked.

“Yes, indeed!” The man grunted, “I’m talkin’ greenbacks galore!”

“Well…it does sound intriguing,” Cadance conceded, “but…how would I go about procuring these…erm…greenbacks?”

“Why, just enter the Ms. Canterlot Beach Bikini Blowout!” The man responded, whipping out a poster.

Cadance’s mouth dropped. The poster featured a curvaceous cutie dressed in nothing more than two bits of string and some toilet paper. It was incredibly provocative, to say the least, and she didn’t know if she wanted any part of it. As much as she wanted to attract men, she didn’t know if she could stoop that low. Still, though, the prize money of $10,000 was a lot to take in. She shifted around on her towel, trying to make up her mind.

“Well?” The man asked.

“Um…how exactly does it work?”

“You put on a bikini, parade around a bit, and then do it again. You’re judged in each round. If you score enough points, the smackers are yours!”

“That simple, huh?” Cadance asked.

“Yep!” The man said.

“Alright,” Cadance said, “I’ll do it.”

“Splendid!” The man said, “if you’ll follow me, my dear, I’ll introduce you to the other contestants.”

He led Cadance into a huge tent with a long runway sticking out of one side. Surrounding this runway were hundreds of onlookers, including some that Cadance recognized. She blushed when she saw Twilight’s brother, Shining Armor, standing there. He’d always been the catch of Crystal Prep, and she couldn’t help but feel her heart skip a beat. He was kind, incredibly handsome, and very well known amongst the local females his age. She smiled a bit, twirling her hair before suddenly realizing that he’d be seeing her in a few swimsuits.

This is perfect! She squeaked internally, if I can be sexy enough…maybe he’ll…oh…oh, I hope so!

“Now, then, here we are,” said the man, ushering Cadance into a small dressing area, “these are your dress mates, as we call them. Ladies, this is Cadance.”

“Oh…my…gosh…” Cadance gulped as she stared at the two women in front of her.

“I should say the same thing,” one of them responded.

“C-C-Celestia and L-L-Luna!” Cadance gasped.

“Ah, you three know each other!” The man said, “wonderful! I’ll leave you to prepare for the contest.”

With that, he was gone. Cadance was all alone with a bikini clad Celestia and Luna! She stared up and down and noted how toned and gorgeous their bodies were. Two bouncing breasts livened each of their chests. She’d heard a true story that a student had once taken pictures of Celestia’s boobs when she was in the locker room after a teacher’s only softball game. That particular student had been expelled and sent to juvenile hall, but his story lived on. Now Cadance bore witness to what many male students had secret fantasies about.

“I…I had no idea!” She said.

“Neither did we,” Luna responded, “but I think it’s great that you’re here now!”

“You don’t understand, Luna,” Cadance said, “I…I…I mean, if the board finds out-“

“The board?” Celestia asked, and then scoffed a bit. “I wouldn’t worry about them. Half of them turn out to see this event each year and the other half fund the damn thing.”

“Pardon?” Cadance asked. She’d never heard Celestia swear before.

“My sister’s right,” Luna said, adjusting her deep navy bikini top, “the board genuinely don’t give a rat’s ass about this.”

“Since when did you two become such sewer mouths?” Cadance asked.

“Oh, we never curse around our students,” Celestia said, “but in here, it’s okay. Of course…a LOT of things are…heh-heh…okay in here.”

“Yes, indeed, my sister,” Luna said, narrowing her eyes hungrily in Cadance’s direction.

“Oh, I’m not interested in…well, sex,” Cadance said, “I’m just here for the prize money.”

“Sure you are,” Celestia said, running a finger through Cadance’s beautiful hair, “and I’m the fucking president.”

“Oh, my goodness,” Cadance said, feeling a twinge in her vaginal region.

“Something wrong, dearie?” Luna asked, pecking Cadance on the cheek.

“I…erm…um…your dirty talk is turning me on.”

“Good girl,” Celestia cooed, “but wait ‘til after round one. There’s so much skin to show…and so little time to do it.”