Three Principals & A Bikini Contest

Round three was a freestyle competition. The girls were allowed to perform in any way they saw fit. The only rule was that they had to be wearing some form of bikini while doing so. Because, while this competition did push the envelope, they were legally required to do certain things. Plus, it was a bikini contest…so having any of the girls appear nude did not fall within the parameters of logic. That being said, most of the girls played to their sexual strengths anyway. They appeared in micro bikinis, thongs, and one girl even placed some duct tape over her nipples and pussy. Technically, she was “wearing” something, so the judges allowed it. She was the odds on favorite to win as the round dwindled down to Cadance, Celestia, and Luna.

The dark blue vice principal was up first, and she knew what she needed to do. So, she borrowed a bottle of whipped cream…and let her body have it. Coated in a thick layer of the substance, she strutted onto the stage. The crowd went berserk at her figure, fully exposed in the bright lights. Luna had never felt more eyes burrowing into her skin, and she loved it. Exhibitionism had always been a private fetish she had, and this was as close as she could get. Oh, sure, she could always answer the door naked…but this was on a much larger scale. A part of her wished she could be blatantly nude, but then she thought of her bet with Celestia and Cadance.

Dominating the two of them as French Maids would be fantastic…so, she did what she had to do. She got to the tip of the runway, feeling the cream melting down her leg under the heat of the stage lights. She winked at the crowd before turning and heading to the back. Disqualification was the punishment for showing too much, and she needed to be off the stage before her outfit completely vanished. Once she returned to the dressing area, she got hosed off, revealing her nakedness to her friends and fellow competitors. But she didn’t care. Her heart pounded and adrenaline coursed through her veins.

“That was certainly something,” Celestia said, sporting her own whipped cream suit, “but now let me show you how it’s done.”

She flipped the curtain open and stood there ass first. There was no law about which way one needed to walk down the runway. Celestia knew that her butt was her biggest advantage, and she flaunted it. Her skin peeked through the heavy layer of cream as she walked down the runway backwards! This sent the audience into a mob scene, with some having to forcibly hold themselves to their seats. She smiled at them, offering multiple bats of her pretty pink eyes. In her mind, visions of Cadance and Luna at her beck and call danced away. This was for her own sexual benefit…and she wanted more.

So, she greedily lifted a finger, took some of the cream from her ass and licked it off. The crowd’s roar grew steadily louder, threatening to break some of the lights. Celestia was very pleased with this, so she turned and threw a leg behind her. Her vaginal beauty was just barely hidden, and she made certain to return to the dressing area before she was disqualified. Once she did so, she, too, was hosed off and stood in her birthday suit. Her chest moved rapidly as she caught her breath. She even reached down and felt herself up a bit, loving the amount of liquid pouring from her stimulated pussy.

“You’d probably better go ahead and get measured for your maid’s outfit,” she scoffed to her sister.

“Mm…I don’t know,” Luna said, “I’ve already got your measurements, and the tailor is so very busy…”

“You two keep bantering,” Cadance suddenly said, “I’ve got a contest to win.”

Celestia and Luna turned and looked…and their mouths dropped in shock. Cadance stood there…with a jellybean attached to each nipple. For her “bottoms,” she wore a few beans tied together with some very flimsy string. Celestia and Luna’s hearts pounded out of their chests as Cadance strutted onto the runway. They peeked through the curtain and followed her down as the audience began showering her with the loudest cheers of the night. The girls also noticed that the judges were panting over Cadance’s appearance. She smiled at them, turned to show off her ass, and then returned back up the runway.

“I…I…I…I…I…” Luna stammered.

“That-was-amazing!” Celestia said breathlessly.

“Thanks, girls,” Cadance said, “now…be a couple of dears and tell me your bust sizes. I think I’ll need them for something…special.”

Luna and Celestia gulped. For the first time in this whole competition, they felt threatened. Their fears came to fruition when, a few moments later, Cadance was announced as the winner. She received a check, along with a trophy and a brand new micro bikini. She accepted her prizes still clad…or almost clad…in her “swimsuit” from the third round. Soon, the ground around her was full of pieces of paper. Each one had a phone number on it from a male spectator desperate to be with her. But she simply allowed them to be swept aside…well, all except for one. She picked up the paper and recognized the handwriting on it. Her name adorned the cover, and inside was an accompanying set of digits.

Shining Armor! She cried internally, I just know it’s him! I just know it!

“Hey, Cadance!” Luna suddenly called.

“Yeah?” Cadance asked, maneuvering over to where her fellow educators stood.

“Look,” Luna continued, “you won the contest fair and square. So, since you were in on the bet, Celestia and I will be your French Maids for a day.”

“I certainly hope our mouths can be just as French,” Celestia said, winking at Cadance.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Tia,” Luna said, “here I was trying to be fair to her and you had to fuck it up!”

“Fuck it up?” Celestia asked.

“Yes! Oh, brother, that was the corniest fucking line I’ve ever heard!”

“It’s not as corny as your whipped cream bikini was!”

Luna just rolled her eyes. “Oh, just forget it. The point is, Cadance, we’ll be over to your house tomorrow…dressed and ready for whatever tasks you have assigned for us.”

“Good,” Cadance said, “and I believe I’ve got just the thing for you to do.”