My Little Pony Equestria Girls: Better Together (Season 3)

by Gusta

Rating: mature
Tags: Equestria Girls, Sex, Main 7 (EqG), Principal Celestia, Slice of Life, Original Character, Spike (EqG), Fetish, Comedy, Other, Adventure
Length: 34627

This is the Season 3 of My Little Pony: Equestria Girls, the Rainbooms will have a new life.

The magic of Equestria cannot be contained! It's found its way into the world of the My Little Pony: Equestria Girls and it's turning everything on its head.

From afterschool clubs to beach days, music festivals to theme parks, high school and a rockin' Spring Break on a yacht, magic is sure making things interesting. Join Sunset Shimmer, Twilight Sparkle (Sci-Twi), Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity as they learn what it means to be superheroes while they take on their biggest challenge yet: The “Naked” Life.

Published 2023-11-04 17:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-12-24 22:00:15 UTC

“My Past is Not Today”

Author's Note

Resume: My Past is Not Today is a alternate song featured in the My Little Pony: Equestria Girls. The alternate song marks Sunset Shimmer's first naked solo.

“My Past is Not Today”

At dusk, Sunset Shimmer is seen singing on the roof of Canterlot High, still completely barefooted and naked only with the school's jacket on to cover her naked body after her acid rain today in the morning.

Power
Was all I desired (I desired, all I desired)
But all that grew inside me
Was the darkness I acquired

Then, a flashback of her demonic transformation occurs.

When I began to fall
And I lost the path ahead
That's when your friendship found me
And it lifted me instead

Like a phoenix burning bright
In the sky
I'll show there's another side to me
You can't deny

I may not know what the future holds
But hear me when I say
That my past does not define me
'Cause my past is not today

Through further flashbacks, Sunset discards the photos of her as Princess of the Fall Formal as seen in Principal Celestia's office.

Ambition
Is what I believed
Would be the only way
To set me free

She sings about how difficult it was for her to make friends.

But when it disappeared
And I found myself alone
That's when you came and got me
And it felt like I was home

Like a phoenix burning bright
In the sky

Sunset decides to let her past go by staying herself completely naked and letting the school's jacket blow away in the wind.

I'll show there's another side to me
You can't deny

She is soon surrounded by a yellow magical aura.

I may not know what the future holds
But hear me when I say
That my past does not define me
'Cause my past is not today

As she starts to float, she takes on a naked phoenix-like form.

“Naked Star Crossed”

Author's Note

Resume: Twilight Sparkle has expertly planned her upcoming date at the Planetarium with Timber Spruce. Like an astronaut prepares to go to space she has planned every last detail - she's got contingency plans for contingency plans - nothing can go wrong! Naturally, everything goes wrong. Yet Twilight learns sometimes life's happy mistakes make moments more memorable.

“Naked Star Crossed”

In Twilight Sparkle's room, Twilight is so excited about her upcoming date with Timber Spruce at the Canterlot Planetarium, which she insists is merely a "hang-out". She has the entire evening planned out, Spike was on the Twilight Sparkle's bed with Fluttershy.

“Oh, I'm so excited for my, uh... "hang-out" with Timber Spruce.” Twilight Sparkle said as she starts to prepare her backpack with all her plannings for this evening. “First, we're gonna peruse the exhibit on gravitational fields for thirteen minutes. Then, we'll marvel at the vastness of the universe during the planetarium show. And finally, we'll enjoy...” Spike yawns. “...cups of hot cocoa and casual conversation as we spot constellations in the night sky.”

“Oh, that all sounds lovely! You're sure it isn't too much for one "hang-out"?” Fluttershy said.

“No! It's all going to go exactly as I planned! Perfect, that is!” Twilight Sparkle finishes ready her backpack.

“Well, what if your evening plans get "SO messed and SO bugged" up?” Fluttershy chuckled a little bit and winked.

“What?! Oh Fluttershy, you are so funny, of course that nothing is going to happen, trust me.” Twilight Sparkle chuckles.

“Mm... Okay then, oh i got something special for your big night. Just in case.” Fluttershy gives Twilight something special for the occasion: a jar of bugs.

“Awww, that's so sweet. You didn't... ...have to.” Twilight Sparkle sees the jar of bugs and she sees them wriggling with fear and disgust.

In outside on Canterlot City, she gets out of her house and goes to the Canterlot Planetarium for her "hang-out" with Timber Spruce, but while she goes to the Canterlot Planetarium, some Female Thieves follow her, they sneaks up on Twilight and covers her mouth with a napkin...

Twilight doesn't seem to notice or wake up...

The Thieves then carries her like a princess or a queen and takes her to the lake of the Camp Everfree very far away from home, the Thieves tells another Thieves to keep his eyes open to make sure no one else is watched they, them puts her down carefully and looks at Twilight's beautiful, cutie and softy body and her feets and then they starts to strip and rob her naked, and then, Twilight Sparkle's new Naked Life as a Blinded, Barefooted and Naked Girl with a Hair Down and Undone has begun.

The Thieves plays with her boobs in a minute, them starts to take off her indigo leather heeled shoes with pink laces and with her short sky-blue socks, the Female Thieves plays her with butt and removes her purple pocket skirt with her pony counterpart's cutie mark, white sparkles and with her sky-blue panties, the Male Thieves puts Twilight unconscious up to remove her sky-blue polo shirt with purple stripes with her white collar/geode and her pink bow, and then puts her down back to the ground and starts to remove her sky-blue bra, the Thieves plays, kisses and smell her sweetie, softy, cute, adorable and beautiful feet with her soles and her toes, puts her head up, the Female Thieves they undones her ponytail by removing her dark purple star hair scrunchie along with her glasses and her purple backpack and finally, they removes Twilight's sky-blue bra.

The Thieves sees Twilight fainted completely blinded, barefoot and naked with her hair down and undone and stripped by the Stripper Thieves for their own fun, then they robs her naked by taking Twilight's dark purple star hair scrunchie, her sky-blue polo shirt with purple stripes, her white collar with her geode, her pink bow, her purple pocket skirt with her pony counterpart's cutie mark, her white sparkles, her short sky-blue socks, her indigo leather heeled shoes with pink laces, her purple backpack, her sky-blue bra, her sky-blue panties and her glasses for each other as her new gift for they and leaves Twilight sleeping and fainted completely blinded, barefoot and naked with her hair down and undone on the lake of the Camp Everfree.

In 4 hours later at forest of the Camp Everfree, after this, Twilight wakes up and looks back at her body, completely blinded, barefooted and naked with her hair down and undone, no glasses, no shoes, no bra, no clothes.

“What?! Nooooo! Oh no, I can’t believe this has happened!!” Twilight said she's so shocked, so freak out, so suprissed and so scared, as then, she noticed her dark purple hair scrunchie was gone as well. “Where is my hair scrunchie?! My shoes and socks? My bow? I'm now blinded, barefoot and naked with my hair down and undone just like Fluttershy!!!”

Twilight look down and take in her new situation. She stand naked before the forest, vulnerable and alone. Her hair hangs listlessly past her shoulders in tangles. Her face, her feet, her every part of her is exposed to the elements and the world.

It's a strange feeling. Twilight Sparkle's body belongs to her, but without her clothing, without her accessories, her hair, her glasses - what she look like is not her choice anymore.

“Well... Now that i'm blinded, barefoot and naked with my hair down and undone for the first time, i think gonna go a walk on here before my "hang-out" with Timber Spruce, maybe with this will make me calm down, relax and better.” Twilight Sparkle was still so shocked, so freak out, so suprissed and so scared by seeing herself completely blinded, barefooted and naked with her hair down and undone, and then she relaxes and calm down herself, she then decide to leave this problem behind, smilles happily for herself and blushes herself at little with a little embarrassment on herself, she gets up and goes a walk on a forest of the Camp Everfree before she goes to the Canterlot Planetarium.

Walking in a forest, she felt a weird feeling inside her.

It’s like she's free for the first time! No clothes, no restrictions! It’s like she's… like Fluttershy when she’s barefooted at the park. But the best part is, she don’t feel… embarrassed anymore. Why?

Twilight Sparkle set out into the woods. The nakedness of her body soon becomes less a new feeling, and more simply a feeling. Her feet sink into the mud. Leaves crunch under every step. As she walk, she feel free. The fresh summer air tickles her bare skin. It is refreshing. It is liberating.

There is no one around. And yet, the woods are no longer silent. Birds chirp. Insects buzz. The rustle of leaves in the wind. The whisper of the tree branches moving back and forth. It is SO beautiful.

Twilight felt a soft wind blow around her completely naked body, making her feel aroused, and by that right, way more she excited than before.

"Woo... This could be a fun trip for me to relax.", she knew, and started to walk onto the forest path. As she walked, she took a sniff of the nice, fresh, forest air that nature brought. She also couldn't help to notice that her breasts bounced lightly with each step, increasing the excitement further.

This felt nice. This felt so nice. Twilight knew that she would feel alive in nature, but this was something of a completely own level. Walking around naked felt so good to her, especially in an area like this, when she felt safe and alone. It was such a liberating feeling, and in nature, it felt even better than in the city.

She also loved how the ground felt on her bare feet. Usually, others would wear shoes when walking in the forest, but the dirt on the forest path was made with nature walks in mind, so it felt incredible.

After she followed the path for a few minutes, she heard a sound. Listening closely, she knew what it was: "The river!" Moving away from the forest path, she soon found the river. An idea came into her mind. She carefully moved forward, dipped her right foot into the water, checking the temperature. Then, she went into the river, her body more and more being engulfed by the water.

It felt amazing. The water felt nice and cool, and it gave her very slight shivers. Twilight Sparkle never thought about bathing naked, since she usually showered at home and at the beach, she would wear her wetsuit, but this was something else, and she loved it.

She used her current situation to relax and enjoy the environment. Closing her eyes in bliss, she took a deep breath. Everything felt so amazing, and Twilight smiled on this very thought. What would've been if this never happened? She only assumed that she never would've felt how awesome it was to be completely naked outside of her own house. Sure, the first experience was terrifying, but she liked it more and more the more often she did it...

"Mmmm... I'm starting to love this feeling, no matter what others think.", Twilight said quietly. Then, she opened her eyes and started to swim in the river. Just like with bathing, it was another thing she wouldn't do naked, but since she was alone, and in a forest, it was fine to her.

And also, swimming naked also felt like a lot of fun, and Twilight enjoyed every last second of it.

A few minutes of swimming around later, Twilight got out of the water. She shook her body a bit trying to dry it off and was instantly filled with a bit of arousal. A blush formed on her face - what if someone came along and saw her like this?

Twilight the thought off and continued to follow the dirt path. Seeing that she was alone, she hummed a little tune to herself. Suddenly, a bird flew over to her and suddely, the Fluttershy's Magic appears out of nowhere on Twilight Sparkle's mind to talking to her, and Twilight allowed it to land on her hand.

"Oh, hello little friend. How are you?", Twilight asked.

"Hey, cutie. I'm doing good, thank you." The bird asked.

Twilight Sparkle slightly startled. She did not expect the bird to talk since Fluttershy always have her own magic and she always wear her geode. So how could she understand it too?

"Camp Everfree, right.", Twilight remembered. During the camping trip to Everfree, Twilight developed with Fluttershy's animal talking abilities from within on her mind, and was soon able to be one with nature, and after understanding what he saying, she could talk to animals at any time.

"What's your name, little one?", Twilight asked.

"The name's Alexandre. What's your name?", the bird asked.

"I'm Twilight Sparkle...", she said, a bit shyly. Seeing that she now technically was in front of someone, she put her right arm over her chest, and whispered: "You're... not going to tell on me, do you?"

"No, but I can if you want to.", Alexandre said teasingly.

Twilight gasped. "Nonononononono! Please don't...!", she said quietly in panic.

"Haha, jeez, I was just kidding.", Alexandre said. Twilight let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, little one.", she said.

Then, Alexandre said: "I have to admit, Twilight... You look stunningly amazing, and also, very cute without your glasses."

"You really think so? Awww, thank you.", Twilight said and put the bird closer to her head so they could snuggle their heads together.

"I gotta go. See ya, cutie.", Alexandre said, and Twilight put her hand up so he could take off again.

"Bye, Alexandre!", she called out to him before he was out of range. Then, she continued to follow the dirt path.

As she walked further and further, Twilight thought about what Alexandre said. She was blinded, barefooted and naked with her hair down and undone, from head to toe and without her glasses, but he still said that she looked amazing, and very cute without her glasses. While it was true that she looked amazing and cute like this, she still wouldn't consider walking casually through the city naked at bright daytime.

"Hmmm, but I might try to streak more often during the day. I wanna know how this truly feels...", Twilight quietly said, and an idea built up in her mind that she could try if it was a nice, sunny day outside.

Soon, she arrived at Camp Everfree, which was abandoned now. Nobody was around, so Twilight took the chance to look around. The pier was repaired nicely, and the overall environment looked beautiful. She loved it, and even took the risk and sat down at a table to look around even more and enjoy every last second of it. Maybe she could even take Sunset Shimmer or one of her other friends to a camping trip at Camp Everfree.

After a few minutes, Twilight got up and decided to go back to focus to head at the Canterlot Planetarium for her "hang-out" with Timber Spruce as her upcoming date, even she's now completely blinded, barefooted and naked with her hair down and undone without any clothes, shoes, socks, bra, panties, her own geode, hair scrunchie, glasses and backpack left for her to wear. She had her fun, and her nature trip, and even without any her geode, her clothes and her glasses on, she starts to loved it so much now. Her parents are most likely gone for the day.

Knowing that, she started to slightly jog towards the exit, always making sure that no one came her way.

After a short time, she then reached the exit.

"Whew, what a trip.", Twilight said. She was certainly delighted by everything that happened on the trip so far. And then, she started heading for the Canterlot Planetarium.

After another long walk in the cold night on forest of the Camp Everfree to the city, Twilight finally reached to the Canterlot Planetarium for her "hang-out" with Timber Spruce, even she's now completely blinded as well without her glasses.

“Now that i'm completely blinded, barefooted and naked with my hair down and undone and my clothes, my shoes, my socks, my bra, my panties, my glasses, my geode and my backpack with all my plannings for this evening had gone forever and for my entire life, i think it's not gonna be a problem, right?” Twilight Sparkle said to herself as she blushes so embarrassed by seeing yourself completely blinded, barefooted and naked with her hair down and undone while she's waiting for Timber.

At the Canterlot Planetarium, Timber Spruce appears and sees Twilight Sparkle completely blinded, barefooted and naked with her hair down and undone.

Timber Spruce is taken aback by Twilight's appearance. He is speechless. She are beautiful, but blinded, naked and barefoot with her hair down and undone? That's different. She have her hair undone and her head down.

Timber can see how she want him to see her, and it is exciting. He blushes heavily, and feels more alive than he ever has before.

“Hey, Timber!” Twilight said feeling embarrassed.

“Hi, Twilight. I did not expect you to look like this for our “hang-out”.” Timber said.

“Yeah and me neither.” Twilight nervous chuckles. “So... Wanna go inside and see the gravity exhibit? It's really pulling me in!”

“On account of the gravitational pull?” Timber said with nervous chuckle too.

“Hahahahahaha... Ugh.” Twilight laughts, blushes and awkwards chuckling.

Twilight and Timber start their evening together, but all of Twilight's planning ends up being in vain: The exhibit on gravitational fields has been removed.

“But it says the exhibit should be right here, next to the statue of Star Swirl.” Twilight said worried holding a map of the planetarium.

“Maybe it got sucked into a... black hole?” Timber jokes.

“Heheheh...” Twilight and Timber laughts.

Twilight got desperate, even she's now completely blinded she watches the Canterlot Planetarium's watch. “Oh, no! The planetarium show's about to start!”

Their goes to the planetarium show but it has been cancelled.

“All shows are cancelled for the rest of the day.” Museum Employee said as he removes the planets and puts them to box.

“Ohhh...” Twilight goes sad.

“Hey, that's okay, Twilight. It's not the end of the world.” Timber said.

Twilight gasps. “The telescope! Come on!”

Twilight Sparkle and Timber Spruce goes to the telescope.

In the night on outside of the Canterlot Planetarium, the clouds rumbling and the sky is overcast with clouds, preventing them from seeing the stars and constellations with the telescope. Twilight and Timber goes out of the telescope disappointeds.

“Hhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuu...” Twilight and Timber slurps so sad.

Twilight is SO disappointed that she wasn't able to come here at the Canterlot Planetarium in one piece with all her belongs, with her glasses, with her hair scrunchie, with her geode and with her backpack with all her plannings for this evening to impress Timber, and Timber is equally disappointed about not being able to impress her with his new knowledge on astronomy and he's still was SO suprissed, SO impressed and SO shocked by seeing Twilight completely blinded, barefooted and naked with her hair down and undone without any clothes, shoes, socks, glasses, geode, hair scrunchie, bra and panties on. Their goes out with their hot cocoa, they drinks it and they burns their tongue.

“Ow! Hot!” Timber said.

“Hot-hot-hot-hot-hot! Ow! Ohhh... I'm tho thorry, Thimber. Nothing's gone ath planned. We got lotht, the show wath canthelled, we burned our tongueth, and now the thky's too overcatht to thpot a thingle thtar! And I wath really hoping to impreth you and wath really hoping to coming here at planetarium in one piece with all my belongs, with my glasses and with my backpack with all my plannings for this evening.” Twilight sighs sadly and disappointed on herself.

“Tell me about it, so that's why i'm so suprissed, impressed and shocked by seeing you like this, i wanna know what really happend to you and what really happend to your clothes, your geode and your glasses, after this of course. Now how am I supposed to impress you by pointing out the constellations of Equuleus, Pegasus, and Cassiopeia?” Timber said with nervous chuckle and blushes as he points to the sky.

“You know where those are?” Twilight said so suprissed.

“Uh, I... may have done a little astronomy studying in preparation for tonight. Okay. A lot of studying.” Timber said as Twilight watches him with her defiant face.

Then suddely, at other side of Canterlot City, the bugs in the jar that Fluttershy gave to Twilight was now with the Thieves too, along side with Twilight's belongs as well.

“Well girls.” The female thieve said as she prove Twilight's dark purple star hair scrunchie, her sky-blue polo shirt with purple stripes, her white collar with her geode, her pink bow, her purple pocket skirt with her pony counterpart's cutie mark, her white sparkles, her short sky-blue socks, her indigo leather heeled shoes with pink laces, her purple backpack, her sky-blue bra, her sky-blue panties and her glasses on herself. “What do i look now.”

“You're looking SO gorgeous now, baby.” The male thieve said.

She then smiles. “Well this is gonna be so much fun for now on, goodbye forever my thieve life, hello my new life as a true and new Twilight Sparkle.”

“You bet girl.” The other male thieve said.

And then suddely, the bugs gets fly out of the jar without getting caught.

The bugs finally made It into Canterlot Planetarium to Twilight and Timber on the telescope in outside, revealed to be fireflies, and they light up the night by forming the constellations for Twilight and Timber.

“Consider me...” Twilight said.

“...Starstruck.” Twilight Sparkle and Timber Spruce said togheter, as Timber holds Twilight's hand and them blushes each other togheter.

And then... The two spend the rest of the evening togheter looking at the fireflies.

“Run to Break Free Naked”

Author's Note

Resume: Rainbow Dash sings about constantly living life in slow motion. As she goes about her daily life, all of her belondings got completely burned by her geode of super speed while she uses her super speed to help her friends without her know that she's now completely barefoot and naked.

“Run to Break Free Naked”

Today is a normal day at Canterlot High School, a scatter of birds flying up past the roof of Canterlot High during the day. The camera cuts/pans here and there through the busy hallways as students go about their usual school-day business, and finally arrives at Rainbow, backpack slung up and stowing a volleyball in her locker. The moment she shuts the door and begins to walk away, her surroundings take on a bluish tinge and shift to blurry slow motion. She, however, retains her normal hues and speed. These effects last until further notice.

Quiet electronic percussion/handclap line with occasional vocal accents, slow 4 (D flat major)

[Rainbow Dash:]

♪I have so much more to say♪
♪But I live in slow motion♪
♪From moment to moment, hey♪

Synthesizer in

(She passes a collision between Snips and Trixie that has caused a deck of cards to spray from the latter’s hands, while Snails has let fly with a paper airplane.)

♪Holding back from day to day♪
♪The clock's ticking slowly♪
♪But time cannot hold me down♪

Percussion builds

She picks up her pace and pushes the front doors open.

[Rainbow Dash:]

♪I find myself in the rhythm of my feet (Hey!)♪
♪Feel it in my heartbeat♪

(Stop; adjust one sneaker.)

♪The time is now, and I won't hold back, hold back [Hey!]♪

Handclaps out

A burst of magic speed carries her off the steps and across the lawn, leaving a rainbow contrail behind herself as her image drifts lazily across the near-frozen tableau.

[Rainbow Dash:]

♪Gonna break free, yeah, I'm runnin'♪

(Normal motion resumes for her; she weaves past a kid riding a bicycle on the sidewalk and disappears around a corner.)

♪Watch me, yeah-yeah, I'm runnin'♪

(Finding a tractor-trailer squarely in her path at an intersection, she “ponies up” and hurls herself upward. She moves in slow motion until her feet hit the ground on the opposite side, then accelerates back to normal speed. And then a small strangeness happens and a small side effect created by her geode of super speed, Rainbow Dash's blue, red, white and yellow sneakers burns, turn black as coal, and then, they turn into black dust, separates from Rainbow Dash's feet and they goes fly into the city, leaving black crumbs on the street floor and leaves Rainbow Dash running completely barefoot in the progress while she's on her pony up form and while she's continues running smiling, looking at the city and singing without really knowing and realizing what actually happened to her own sneakers.)

♪I let go in this moment, all roads open♪
♪Gonna break free, yeah, I'm runnin'♪*
*♪I was born to break free barefoot♪

Percussion drops back; handclaps in

Fade to white, then in to a different stretch of sidewalk and its near-frozen denizens. She whisks into view, hooks a lamppost with one hand, and spins to a stop among them. Her transformation has now reversed itself, and she brushes herself down before setting off at a leisurely pace, then suddely, while she's start to waking, Barefooted Rainbow Dash feels her feet touching and feeling the cold pavement, she looks down, and Rainbow's eyes got so shocked, so suprissed and so wide that find out she's now completely barefooted and she dosen't have her sneakers anymore on in her feet. She sees her sky-blue bare feet, Rainbow remembers that she dosen't have any emergency sneakers on the school or in her backpack if that happens, she then takes a deep breath, smiles and then she decides to continue walking down the street barefoot.

[Rainbow Dash:]

♪My sneakers got completely burned and goes away like a dust♪
♪Now I'm barefoot, and I don't know what to do now if I must embrace the barefoot feeling or not (Hey!)♪
♪But that dosen't stop me to keep going♪
♪I choose my path, I choose my dreams♪

(Run a hand along a skateboarder’s helmet; throw a few punches at the air.)

♪My spirit's a fighter♪
♪A passion igniter, yeah♪

Percussion builds; handclaps out

(Assorted calamities catch her attention: a boy about to lose the ice cream from the cone he holds, a cat-chasing dog that has caused Pinkie Pie to trip and inadvertently hurl a tray of cupcakes toward a bike rider, and with Pinkie's distraction maked by the dog and by the kitty, witch makes Pinkie breaking her pink and blue strapped sandals with a pink heart on them, Pinkie's right broken strapped sandal sole flys off of Pinkie's feet still with her opaque tights and goes into Fluttershy's dirrection to hit in her face and her left broken strapped sandal sole stays still on the ground, with that distraction, it makes Pinkie Pie going only with her white opaque tights on now, Fluttershy stopping short and jerking back so that the coffee she carries is sloshing toward Twilight Sparkle.)

♪All I need's inside of me♪
♪A light shining brighter♪
♪A spark to a fire now♪

The speedster kneels to check her bare feet, casually sets the ice cream back in place, and licks her finger to check the taste.

[Rainbow Dash:]

♪I find myself in the rhythm of my bare feet (Hey!)♪
♪Feel it in my heartbeat♪

(She stands, removes her backpack to leave it hanging in the air, and limbers up.)

♪Feel it in my heartbeat♪
♪The time is now, and I won't hold back, hold back (Whoa-oh-oh-ohhhh-oh)♪
♪(Hey!)♪
♪(No-o)♪

Vocal harmonies behind lyrics

Off she goes across the street toward her friends barefoot, the multi-hued contrail marking her path. Gather up the cupcakes; tip Pinkie back to vertical, grabs her left broken strapped sandal sole and throws away into garbage, Rainbow then sees that Pinkie's opaque tights are still tight on in her feet now that her strapped sandals got completely broked, she's was now only with her tights on, Rainbow decide to take Pinkie's white opaque tights off of her feet, she plays, smell, licks, kisses and tickles her softy pink bare feet for one minute, and then, she finishes it. Rainbow grabs and hold tight Pinkie Pie's opaque tights at her left hand, put the reloaded tray in her hands and leaves Pinkie Pie completely barefoot; pick up the dog and give it to a bystander; hand the cat off to Fluttershy, and then she grabs Pinkie's right broken strapped sandal sole and throws into the garbage as well; scoop the coffee back into its cup and settle it firmly in Twilight’s grip.

[Rainbow Dash:]

♪Gonna break free, yeah, I'm runnin' (yeah-yeah-yeah)♪
♪Watch me, yeah-yeah, I'm runnin' (I'm runnin', runnin', whoa I’ll really run away)♪

(She ponies up and zooms away as normal speed and color resume for everyone and everything else, leaving no trace of her presence except a rapidly fading contrail. All five are more than a little surprised to find that disaster has been averted on every front, Pinkie Pie was so much confussed and so sad that she dosen't have her opaque tights and her strapped sandals with a pink heart on them anymore, she remember that her her sandals got completely broken by the dog and the cat while she's holding the tray of cupcakes, and now her opaque tights are gone too and she dosen't even know how she gets barefooted now.)

♪I let go in this moment, all roads open♪
♪Gonna break free, yeah, I'm runnin'♪
♪I was born to break free naked♪

Song ends

In time with her last word, she launches herself triumphantly into the sky to set off a Sonic Rainboom, then suddely, Rainbow Dash's blue hoodie-like jacket with yellow lines on either side of the sleeves, new white shirt with a blue line on the bottom and her same pony counterpart's cutie mark on it, dark blue (or black) sweatpants with rainbow-colored lightning bolts, red, yellow and blue wristbands on her wrists, bra, panties and Pinkie Pie's white opaque tights at Rainbow's left hand got completely burned by her geode of super speed. They turns black, and transforms into a black dust and separates from Rainbow's entire body, leaving black crumbs on the sky and making Rainbow Dash flying completely naked in the progress without really knowing and realizing what actually happened now to her hoodie-like jacket with yellow lines on either side of the sleeves, her new shirt with a blue line on the bottom and her same pony counterpart's cutie mark on it, her sweatpants with rainbow-colored lightning bolts, her wristbands, her bra, her panties and Pinkie's tights. Twilight, Fluttershy, and Pinkie smile and wave from the sidewalk as the view fades to black.

“Naked Monday Blues”

Author's Note

Resume: Naked Monday Blues is a alternate song featured of the alternate universe of My Little Pony: Equestria Girls. It is performed by Twilight Sparkle and Sunset Shimmer.

“Naked Monday Blues”

On Monday morning, Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle's morning routines have varying levels of frustration. While Sunset barely gets up in time for school, Twilight has little difficulty getting ready.

Wake up in the mornin'
And I pull the covers over my head
Hey-oh (Week is starting, week is starting)
I gotta get it movin'
But I'd rather stay here instead
Hey, hey (School is calling, school is calling)

My hair's a disaster, don't know what to do
But I need to move faster to make it through
This crazy morning has got me confused
(Clock is racing, time is wasting
Mind's in circles, brain is spacing)

As soon as the girls are out of their homes, it starts raining.

Everywhere that I go
Everything that I do
I can't shake these Monday blues
'Cause some days, I can't find a way
Out of this haze, hope I'll be okay

From here, their journeys to school are fraught with misfortune. Twilight gets splashed with water, misses the school bus, and loses an umbrella in the wind. Meanwhile, Sunset trips over a dog leash and spills her drink on the sidewalk, then suddely while Sunset goes to the school, a acid rain goes up and starts to dissolving Sunset's teal dress, her blouse with head cap, her blue jeans underneath it, her black heeled boots, her backpack, her light red bra and her light red panties, and Sunset Shimmer got SO shocked and SO desperate and she starts to going fast as she can.

Just can't seem to get it right
A cloud is hanging over me
Hey (Rain is falling, rain is falling)
I wish it was the weekend
'Cause you know that's where I'd rather be
Hey, hey (Friday's calling, Friday's calling)

I wonder what things won't go my way
Or if I'll ever make it through the day
I hope this feeling won't lead me astray
(You'll get through it, you can do it
With your gals, there's nothing to it)

Everywhere that I go
Everything that I do
I can't shake these Monday blues
'Cause some days, I can't find a way
Out of this haze, hope I'll be okay

Other obstacles the girls encounter include huge rain puddles, construction sites, meanwhile in otherside of the Canterlot City, Sunset Shimmer's teal dress, her blouse with head cap, her blue jeans underneath it, her black heeled boots, her backpack, her light red bra and her light red panties got completely dissolved by the acid rain while she's got so stronger and so fast, and then, Sunset Shimmer decide to continues to her way to the school even she's now completely barefooted and naked, she's getting chased by poodles and she stopping to pet a cat.

Just when I feel like it might come crashing down

I can count on my friends to help me turn my mood around!
The acid rain goes stronger and stronger!
My teal dress, my blouse, my jeans, my heeled boots, my backpack, my bra and my panties got completely dissolved by her!
But that's not gonna stop to going through!
It's time for me to embrace the nudity, the feeling and the Naked Life as a Barefoot and Naked Girl!

(With my gals, there's nothing to it!)
Everywhere that I go
With everything that I do
I'll say goodbye to the Monday blues
'Cause I've got my friends with me
And the sunshine is all I see
Everywhere that I go
With everything that I do
The world feels so fresh and new
'Cause I've got my friends with me
And those blues are ancient history!

When Twilight and Naked Sunset meet up outside the school, the rain stops. Once inside, they meet up with the rest of their friends, the girl got so suprissed and so shocked by seeing Sunset Shimmer completely barefooted and naked, who apparently had their own troubles getting to school too, incluing Pinkie Pie and for Rainbow Dash, she got twice. Sharing a laugh over their respective misfortunes, they take a group selfie with Pinkie Pie's cellphone.

“Pinkie Sitting Naked”

Author's Note

Resume: Pinkie Pie fills in for Rarity as babysitter for a little girl named Lily Pad when Rarity gets invited to a fashion designers' gala at the last minute. Pinkie suggests some fun activities for them to do, but Lily would rather sit quietly and read a book.

“Pinkie Sitting Naked”

At outside of Pinkie Pie's house, Rarity brings Lily Pad to be babysat by Pinkie Pie so that she can attend the Young Designers Gala, Lily Pad is initially shy around Pinkie Pie, she was supposed to be babysat by Rarity, but when she was invited to the Young Designers' Gala, she had to cancel and instead passed Lily on to Pinkie Pie instead. When she arrived at the Pie residence, Lily Pad was put off by Pinkie's eccentric personality, but was otherwise polite to the teen.

“I can't thank you enough for filling in for my babysitting emploi, Pinkie Pie. I couldn't pass up the last-minute ticket to the Young Designers' Gala.” Rarity said.

“Ah, no biggie-wiggie! I love kids!” Pinkie said with excited.

“Oh, you're a small pink lifesaver! Toodle-oo!” Rarity said relieved and she goes to the Young Designers Gala.

“Hi, Lily! Welcome to the best babysitting bash on the block! I have all sorts of super-fun stuff for us to do!” Pinkie said as she squeaks her party cannon, Lily Pad goes inside and Pinkie closes the door.

Inside of Pinkie Pie's house.

“Do you want to... bake a yummy cake, or... make super-silly hats, or bake a silly hat-shaped cake?” Pinkie suggests some fun activities for them to do with Lily.

“Um, I-I think I'll just sit quietly and read, if that's okay.” Lily withdraws herself to reading on her tablet on the couch.

“Oh! Okay.” Pinkie said.

Clocks tickings, As time passes by, Pinkie gets bored and asks Lily what she's reading.

“Boring! So... what's the story about?” Pinkie asks.

“It's... It's a... It's about a band of girl pirates who are sailing the seven seas, and one day, there's a big storm and stuff.” Lily explains the premise of the pirate-themed story.

“Then what happens?” Pinkie asks.

“Um, they get stranded on a desert island.” Lily reads her book at her tablet.

“Whee! Woo-hoo! Hmm? Dessert Island! Want some?” Pinkie Munches.

“Unh-unh.” Lily agrees.

“Tell me more!” Pinkie said as starts dressing up to and reenact the scenes with elaborate backdrops and props.

“Um, and then the monkeys...” Lily keeps reading her book at her tablet, and Pinkie imitates monkey screeching.

“...and the crabs...” Lily keeps reading her book at her tablet.

“Pinch, pinch, pinch, pinch!” Pinkie imitates crabs and tickles Lily on her shoulder, and then, she takes off Lily Pad's pink flats and tickles her bare feet.

“Heheheh...” Lily giggles and continues to reading her book at her tablet. “...and the birds...” Pinkie dresses up as a bird and squawks.

“...become the pirate girls' friends and they teach them all kinds of cool tricks.” Lily keeps reading her book at her tablet.

“Pinkie want a cracker! Whee! Hahahah... Rawk! Pinkie want a cracker! Rawk!” Pinkie dresses up as a monkey, laughts, imitates him, squawks and pants.

“Do you want me to read it to you?” Lily asks.

“Do I?!” Pinkie said with excited to continue.

Later that evening, Lily finishes reading the book out loud, and Pinkie compliments Lily on her babysitting skills before falling asleep.

"The pirates waved to their new friends on the shore as they sailed into the sunset. They lived happily ever after. The end." Lily Pad finally finishes reading the story to Pinkie, causing her to fall asleep on the couch.

“You're gonna make a terrific babysitter some day, Lily.” Pinkie said to Lily as she yawns, snores and falls asleep. “Monkeys... pirates...”

Lily Pad smiles happily, and then, she strips Pinkie Pie naked, by taking her white tank top with her pony counterpart's cutie mark, her 3-shaded pink rah-rah skirt, her white bra, her white panties, her blue-ribboned headband in her hair with a heart on it, her white opaque tights, and her pink and blue strapped sandals with a pink heart on them off of her body and off of her feet, Lily Pad then puts Pinkie's clothes on her side even she's now barefoot thanks to Pinkie Pie.

“I hope I'm as good as you.” Lily said happily and quietly as she puts the blanket on Pinkie Pie and petties her head.

“My Little Naked Shop of Horrors”

Author's Note

Resume: The title and overall plot is a reference to the musical Little Naked Shop of Horrors, itself based on the similarly named Roger Corman B-movie.

“My Little Naked Shop of Horrors”

Principal Celestia leaves Twilight Sparkle and Spike in charge of tending to her garden while she's on vacation. Unbeknownst to Twilight, some green Equestrian magic enchants her watering can.

“Thank you for looking after my garden while I'm away on vacation, Twilight. I really appreciate it.” Celestia said smiling, hands to Twilight the keys and leaves.

“I'm so excited, Spike! I even brought my own watering can!” Twilight said excited.

“Ha-ha.” Spike smiles.

“This is the perfect chance to expand my knowledge of botany!” Twilight said as she enters the garden with her dog Spike.

“Let's get to it!” Spike said happily.

As Twilight begins watering and singing to the plants, the plants start to grow and come to life, singing along to Twilight's song.

Give a little and you
Get a little and you
Care a little and it starts to show
Growing things is easy
If you just give it room to grow

“Oh! Heheheh... Well, hi there, little guys! How are you doing?” Twilight said as she sees the singing plants growing and they starts to singing as well.

Give a little 'cause ya
Care a little and ya
Try a little and it starts to show
Growing quick is easy when you just
Get some room to grow

Starting small but growing taller
All ya need's a little love
A little care
A little for you, a little for you
And maybe just a little more over there

Give a little 'cause ya
Care a little and ya
Tip a little and ya make it more
Growing big is easy when you just
Get a little bit more!

As Twilight gives them more and more water, the singing plants become increasingly aggressive, and demand more.

“Ooh. You, too? And you? Well, okay. More?” Twilight said very confussed and concerned as she gives them more water.

The plants take the watering can and start fighting.

Gettin' a little isn't quite enough to satisfy

I'd like a little more, please
Can you help me? I'm a-dyin'!

Please, I'll be your best friend
You can tell me all your woes

Shove over just a little bit
I need some room to grow!

Come on, Twilight, help me out
I'm thirsty, I need love

Over here, I need some

Hey, bud, you don't gotta shove!

Help us, Twilight, we need more
That's the water we adore
Just a little extra taste
Don't let a droplet go to waste

The plants continues singing under and then they strips Twilight naked by taking her blue blouse with short sleeves, her dark pink vest with a matching bow tie, hee purple belt with a white buckle, her purple skirt with slightly lighter purple stars, her pony counterpart's cutie mark and a lighter purple frill at the hem, her sky-blue knee-high socks, her sky-blue bra, her sky-blue panties, her new pair of glasses and her gardening gloves and boots off of her body and off of her feet, after Twilight got completely blinded, barefooted and naked with her hair down and undone for the second time of her life, the plants continues singing under as they starts touching, petting, caresing, massaging, playing, kissing, licking and tickling Twilight's entire naked body along with her bare feet, and they even starts to breatfeeding themselfs on her bare boobies.

Twilight sends an SOS text to Applejack at time, and when she arrives, Twilight was SO shocked and her eyes wides at seeing Twilight so embarrassed when she seeing completely blinded, barefooted and naked with her hair down and undone by her own friend.

“Whoa! What the hay is goin' on here?!” Applejack said in a shocking by seeing that.

“I-I... don't... k-know... w-what happened
...! I was... j-just watering... them, and—! And—!” Twilight trys to saying what happend to the plants as she moans more and her was so red like a tomato when the plants keeps singing and keeps touching, petting, caresing, massaging, playing, kissing, licking and tickling Twilight's entire naked body along with her bare feet and even breatfeeding on her bare boobies.

“It's that waterin' can, that's what! It's got magic all over it!” Applejack points to Twilight's watering cans with a Equestrian magic.

“W-What do... we do...?!” Twilight said as she keep moans.

“Twilight!” Spike yawns at worry on Twilight in this state.

“Quick! Try this!” Applejack turns on the sprinklers to turn the plants back to normal and he going off.

“Phew!” Twilight and Applejack relieves themselfs as this finally over, Twilight cover herself with her hands and with her long hair still so embarrassed with her face still red and she relieves herself that her clothes, her gardening gloves and boots and her new glasses are everything in tacta, with some holes, holes, little tears, ripped at little and so wetted by the sprinklers.

“Thank you so much Applejack.” Twilight thanks Applejack for saving her life, Spike's life and saving her clothes, her new glasses and her gardening gloves and boots.

“Y-You're welcome Twilight.” Applejack welcomes Twilight by touching her bare shoulder still blushing by seeing her blind, barefoot and naked with her hair down and undone.

Just then, Principal Celestia returns and warns Twilight not to over-water the plants.

“Oh, and Twilight? Just be careful not to over-water the plants. Have fun!” Celestia leaves again.

Twilight and Applejack got wided by Principal Celestia's warning and leaving those two with her wetted plants on the garden.

“Display of Naked Affection”

Author's Note

Resume: Display of Naked Affection is the seven Better Together fan-short. The fan-episode focuses primarily on Rarity and Sunset Shimmer.

“Display of Naked Affection”

At Carousel Boutique, Prim Hemline are looking at Rarity's work.

“It's absolutely... adequate.” Prim said dryly at Rarity's designs.

“After working here for months and months, I knew I'd finally do something to catch your eye!” Rarity sighs happily.

“In a couple of days, a style scout from Canterlot City Fashion Week is visiting our shop. I need a window display with something fresh. I would like you to design and execute it.” Prim said seriously.

“Really?” Rarity gasps. “Thank you, Ms. Hemline! You will not regret this!”

Prim Hemline starts to leave but stops and looks at her. “Oh, and Rarity? Don't mess up.” She leaves.

“Thank you for the opportunity! I thrive under pressure. One does not become a diamond without pressure.” Rarity sighs.

Later while walking with Sunset.

“IT'S TOO MUCH PRESSURE! What in heavens will I do? I have tried everything – fringe, appliqués, cheese! The muse has left me!” Rarity said so stressed.

“I'm sure you'll have an idea soon. You can't force artistic inspiration.” Sunset said.

People exclaiming indistinctly looking at street art.

“Another piece by the secretive street artist Flanksy. I wonder what it's like not to want credit and praise for one's genius creations.” Rarity said smiling.

“Y-Yeah, uh... me, too.” Sunset smiles nervously.

“This mural is everything I want to say, but through paint instead of fabric!”

Later on, Sunset walks completely naked on the street calmly until she get to the boutique where they see Rarity painting the display in bad colors and she was naked as well.

Rarity come out of the store, she looks at Sunset and starts blushing. “Uhh...Sunset? What are you doing?”

Sunset looks at Rarity and blushes. “Oh hi Rarity...Uhh...I am just...getting some fresh air, nothing more.”

Both girls blush and look away from each other, and then, Sunset sees Rarity's art on the display.

“Uh, it looks like you found your muse again.” Sunset concerns.

Rarity nervously smiles. “Ah-ha-ha-ha! Yes, uh,” She clears throat. “it's a postmodern installation piece celebrating the creative process— Ooh, who am I kidding? It's atrocious! This window's not avant-garde; it's avant-marred!” She said worried.

Sunset looks nervous and nods. "Uh...Rarity, i am not one to criticize art but... How did you naked too?"

Rarity gasps and looks away. "Umm... I... I guess I was just..." Both girls blush and get uncomfortable, trying to change subjects.

“Maybe there's a way we can save it.” Sunset concerns for Rarity's display art.

“It's supposed to be finished by tomorrow! ” Rarity sobs. “I'M GOING HOME! Au revoir, career!” Bawling as she leave, even she's now naked and she not wanna tell Sunset what really happend to her boutique's outfit.

Sunset Shimmer looks at the window and thinks.

The next day, Rarity returns to the shop now dressed her ocasional dress: a light blue sleeveless tank top with a lime green collar with blue diamonds and pearls on the top, and a frilly detail on the bottom, a purple belt with her pony counterpart's cutie mark on the football-shaped diamond buckle, a purple pencil skirt, and purple high-heels with the same pony counterpart's cutie mark on them, and sees a crowd of people impressed by the now improved window display, including Prim Hemline.

“Huh?” Rarity said confused by see a crowd at the display.

The crowd gasping, exclaiming. Rarity gasps too as she see the windows fully decorated.

“Hmm. I don't know how you did it, Rarity, but congratulations.” Prim walk away.

Then suddely, Rarity feels someone watching her, looking behind her, Rarity sees Sunset still naked only with black jacket on covered her naked body in an alleyway with paint on her cheek and realizes that Sunset is in fact "Flanksy".

Sunset wipes the paint off her face, winks at Rarity and leaves.

Rarity gasps as she realizes and smiles.

“Overpowered”

Author's Note

Resume: Overpowered is the eighth Better Together fan-short. The fan-animation focuses primarily on the Equestria Girls as a whole.

“Overpowered”

in to a busy hallway inside Canterlot High. A very worried Sunset Shimmer walks along, wearing a pair of purple earmuffs on in pain whose band is set with small studs, and an otherworldly hum of background noise plays through her mind. She freezes in her tracks near Sandalwood, who is rummaging in his locker, and hears a familiar young voice loud and clear.

“My science project is gonna be overdue!” Voice of Sweetie Belle saying.

The underclassman in question scrambles past on this line, toting an armload of books, and Sandalwood smiles—but his words in Sunset’s head set off a fresh twinge.

Sunset Shimmer covers her ears in pain.

“Hey! Jellybean!” Voice of Sandalwood saying.

He bends down to do some more digging; now Trixie struts past. Where “Queen of Clubs” showed her new boots for the first time, this shot presents the knee-length blue socks she has chosen to pair with them.

Sunset Shimmer keep walking annoyed.

“Trixie is great, Trixie is powerful…” Voice of Trixie singing.

Clapping her hands to her covered ears, Sunset hurries toward the camera.

“La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa!” Sunset covers their ears and keep walking.

Dissolve to one of the music practice rooms, where all the Rainbooms save Rainbow and Sunset have gathered. Applejack and Fluttershy are sitting on the risers, Pinkie on the piano, and Twilight and Rarity stand near the drum kit. The camera is positioned at ground level a few feet ahead, and Sunset’s boots step into view in time with her frustrated sigh; cut to her, removing the headgear, on the start of the next line.

“Well, the earmuffs don’t work. I’m now hearing everything everyone’s thinking without even touching them! (crossing to others) Is anyone else experiencing a sudden, uh, surge in their powers today?” Sunset groans.

“Uhhhh…” Others hesitantly; Pinkie o.s.

Sunset’s eyes widen in unexpected shock; zoom in quickly as they blaze white and her pendant starts to burn red. The screen fills with the swirling colors that accompany the use of her telepathy, then clears to present a magically enhanced memory of Fluttershy walking through the school, her pendant glowing yellow. She stops and puts a bemused hand to it; within moments, a multitude of happily chirping birds have congregated around her. A longer shot discloses the dogs and cats that have started to follow her as well, not to mention a few incredulous students who have witnessed these proceedings. She offers a sheepish grin.

A flash of white shifts the view to Twilight riding a bicycle down the block and properly helmeted, with Spike riding in its front-mounted basket, during the evening. They are framed from the seat up; the bike is painted in a shade of violet slightly darker than her skin, and the basket is decorated with her cutie mark and a pair of wings. The pendant set in her collar’s ribbon tie ignites, and a glimmer of magic lifts vehicle and riders off the pavement incluing setting Spike's properly helmeted and Twilight's properly helmeted, blue blouse with short sleeves, dark pink vest with a matching bow tie, purple belt with a white buckle, purple skirt with slightly lighter purple stars and with her pony counterpart's cutie mark and a lighter purple frill at the hem, sky-blue knee-high socks, purple mary jane shoes with a belt and a decorative badge, sky-blue bra, sky-blue panties and glasses into the air as well, so that they end up silhouetted against the full moon. This motion exposes a cutie-mark design set into the spokes of both wheels.

“Whoooaaa!” Twilight said fearfully and embarrassed by being stripped naked again, but this time, she's being stripped naked by your own geode.

Flash to Applejack, inadvertently tearing the door off her school locker as her pendant goes off. Onlookers gape and murmur among themselves.

“Uh…” Applejack said worriedly.

She tries to jam the door back in place, but only succeeds in crumpling the sheet metal. Flash to a close-up of Pinkie Pie in the cafeteria, idly tossing an apple in one hand. It goes an incandescent shade of pink in time with her pendant’s flare, and its next trip up and o.s. is marked by a room-shaking blast. Down comes a spurt of brand-new puree that soaks the magenta curls and leaves her thoroughly confused.

“Huh?” Pinkie said confussely.

Zoom out slightly. Bon Bon sits to one side of her, DJ P0N-3 to the other; both have been caught in the splash zone and are not at all happy about it. One last flash shifts the view back to an extreme close-up of Sunset’s face in the here and now; zoom out as her eyes and pendant return to normal. She is no longer holding her earmuffs.

“So you have!” Sunset said smugly, catching herself. “Sorry. I just heard all of your thoughts.” Shrugging. “Can’t help it.”

Cut to Twilight, adjusting glasses. “Fascinating! I wonder what’s causing it.”

The one missing girl is at her side in a fragment of an instant, pendant blazing blue. Her next three lines and accompanying actions look and sound as if she is stuck on fast forward with some black marks on her clothes and on her shoes.

“Hi, guys! I just ran here from the soccer field in three seconds! Wait, hold on!” Rainbow Dash said as she clears out and returns in a trice, now carrying a backpack and more black marks appears more on Rainbow Dash's red, yellow and blue wristbands on her wrists, blue short-sleeved sweatshirt over a white shirt with a black collar and her pony counterpart's cutie mark on it, pink and white skirt with tight-fitting black bike shorts underneath, socks of the same color as her wristbands, and blue and white knee-high boots. “Forgot my backpack!” She digs out a sandwich and takes a bite, disliking the taste. “Yuck. This needs mustard.” Off she goes again, dropping both items; she returns carrying a bottle of the condiment and snatches the sandwich out of midair, and more black marks appears at her clothes and on her boots as Twilight’s pendant kicks into gear. “Super speed is where it’s at, am I right? It’s like, I can’t stop ’cause I’ve been getting so much done!”

She squirts mustard onto the sandwich and bites down, leaving a smear across her lips, as the egghead notices the glowing stone at her own collar. Cut to Fluttershy/Rarity and Applejack/Sunset in turn, each pair seeing that their own pendants are chiming in.

From o.s., and back to Twilight and Rainbow. “Okay. I may have a theory about what’s going on with our magic.”

Pinkie leans into view toward the pair, her pendant lit up like all the others, and gives Rainbow a penetrating look and a clothing look. Dissolve to a close-up of a stretch of blackboard that shows an annotated DNA molecule and a set of line graphs.

“Our geodes are all connected.” Twilight said from o.s., pointing to board.

Zoom out. She has set the board up in the practice room and covered the rest of it with further diagrams and sketches, including a set of bell-curve graphs in the girls’ signature colors. Her pendant has gone dormant; the same will be true of the others when they are seen next, and Rainbow is back to normal speed, sandwich gone, face clean and her clothes and her boots goes completely black.

“So the more each of us use our magic for everyday tasks, the more all of our powers become supercharged and go...” She waving hands. “…haywire!”

Cut to Sunset, now sitting on the risers in a much better mood. “Since Rainbow was using her super speed for everything incluing making her own clothes and shoes burning completely, all of us experienced an uncontrollable boost.”

She and all the others are seated, and she glances smugly toward Rainbow.

“Ohhhh!” Rest of the Rainbooms glares at Rainbow Dash.

These four pairs of eyes swivel toward the athlete with perceptible annoyance for having set this minor crisis in motion.

“Whoopsies.” Rainbow chuckles abashedly.

“Oh, so long as we use it in moderation, our magic should stay under control?” Rarity said.

“And our geodes will go all glowy if it’s about to get whack-a-doodle-doo?” Pinkie lets her eyes spin in their sockets on this last.

“It seems that way.” Twilight said.

The audience of six nods and murmurs approval, with a “Yeah!” from Pinkie mixed in.

“Hey, Rainbows!” On the end of this, cut to Zephyr Breeze lounging at the doorway. He wears his blond hair in the same messy topknot as his pony counterpart, Fluttershy’s younger brother—see “Flutter Brutter”—along with a fringed brown/blue paisley vest, no shirt underneath, blue jeans with lighter trim at the cuffs, and brown moccasins. A beaded bracelet is on each wrist, and a medallion set with Pony Zephyr’s feather/wind-gust cutie mark hangs on a cord around his neck. The chin is dotted with stubble. “There you are. Do you want to go to the mall with me?”

Back to her on the start of the next line; she shoots to her feet in a sudden panic.

Rainbow sputters, ready to run off. “Uh, I forgot I have to be at a…” Then suddely Rainbow Dash's red, yellow and blue wristbands on her wrists, blue short-sleeved sweatshirt over a white shirt with a black collar and her pony counterpart's cutie mark on it, pink and white skirt with tight-fitting black bike shorts underneath, bra, panties, socks of the same color as her wristbands, and blue and white knee-high boots got completely burned by her Geode of Super Speed, them turns into black dust, them separates from Rainbow's entire body, leaving black crumbs on the ground and leaving Rainbow Dash completely barefoot and naked in the progress, her face turn into red like tomato as embarrassment by seeing herself completely naked again for the third time, and she deflates upon seeing the frantic/disapproving/angry looks from her six friends. “…a…a thing.”

Realizing that magic will not get her out of this jam now that she's completely naked in front of Zephyr Breeze, she covers her naked body with her hands and with her rainbow hair, plods toward the door and throws them a “help me” glance. Zephyr plants an arm on the doorframe to block her exit.

“Okay.” Zephyr said very smarmy as he's so enchanted by Rainbow's naked body.

She blushes more and moans wearily, but outsmarts him by ducking under the arm and is out in the hall to wave goodbye with a big stupid grin.

Zephyr confusedly. “Okay.” He clears out. “That’s cool, I don’t care anyways. Oh by the way, i always love Raimbows's naked body, just to remember her.”

Off he goes. Fluttershy covers her face with her hands, mortified at her brother’s shameless flirting, as the other five laugh themselves silly. Dissolve to Sunset standing uneasily in the middle of a teeming hallway and wearing the earmuffs. She removes them, hears not one word from the minds of the students around her, and voices a sigh of relief at the abatement of her telepathy. Fade to black.

“School of Naked Rock”

Author's Note

Resume: At the Canterlot Natural History Museum, Maud Pie gives a boring lecture about rocks. As the museum patrons become bored to tears, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, and Twilight Sparkle use their geode powers to give the lecture some pizzazz.

“School of Naked Rock”

Fade to black from the title card, then in to a long shot of an exhibit hall in a museum, the camera tilting down slowly from the domed ceiling to floor level. The plants and animal specimens in display cases and wall frames indicate a focus on natural history. Two dinosaur skeletons are set up before a large model volcano and are fenced off by black/yellow-striped caution tape and scaffolding/ladder/crates, and a third model hangs from the ceiling. Maud Pie stands at a display case set up in front of the volcano to address a group of Canterlot High School students. Twilight Sparkle is among them, and Cheerilee has come along to chaperone this outing. Maud wears the same bluish-gray dress and black belt as her pony counterpart, along with dark gray hiking boots and short white socks. Two details of Cheerilee’s clothing have changed from her previous appearances. Instead of flowers, her skirt shows a pattern of zigzag stripes in two shades of green, and she has traded her brown boots in for light green knee-length socks and brown loafers set with daisies.

“Welcome to "Rock Talks with Maud."” Maud Pie said, Closer shot. “Are you ready for rocks?”

“Woo!” Students halfheartedly.

“Me too. I’m thrilled that you are here at the Canterlot Natural History Museum to learn about rocks, minerals, fossils, and last but not least, landforms.”

Cut to her perspective during this last sentence, panning slowly across the group. Most of them look as if they would rather have their teeth drilled, including the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Sweetie Belle dozes off with a snore, but jerks awake just in time to avoid being caught out and earns an irritated eye roll from Scootaloo. The only ones showing any real enthusiasm are Twilight, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, and Cheerilee, and the three girls are dressed in everyday outfits different from their previous threads. All are framed from the knees up. Twilight: blue blouse with short sleeves; dark pink vest with a matching bow tie from her magical pendant on its knot; purple skirt with slightly lighter purple stars; a repeating cutie-mark/star pattern and a lighter purple frill at the hem. Pinkie: sleeveless white top with her three-balloon mark, three-layer ruffled skirt whose pink hue darkens from one layer to the next; white tights; blue hair band, pendant around neck. Rarity: sleeveless blue dress with pale yellow collar trim set with gems and the stone from her pendant; short flared hem with rows of embroidered jewels running down from the waist; longer purple skirt underneath this; gold bracelet on each wrist; blue three-gem hair clip; jeweled blue belt. After Maud finishes speaking, the camera cuts back to her.

“As you can see, our display is currently undergoing some metamorphic changes.” Maud gestures to one side.

Cut to the dinosaur skeletons on the end of this, then back to her after one skull falls off and clatters down to the fake grass.

“It’s been rocky getting this new one off the ground, and we’re all feeling…” Long pause. “…the pressure.” Her perspective of the apathetic observers.” That’s a little rock business humor for you.” One girl yawns. “Ha-ha.”

A boy keels over asleep; now Pinkie leans into view to give a thumbs-up. This motion exposes a blue bow set with a heart and attached to her hair band on the side previously obscured by her curls.

“Good one, Maud!” Pinkie Pie laughs and zip away; back to Maud.

“Thank you.” Maud said to your younger sister, Pinkie. “Minerals are classified as naturally occurring substances formed in a geological process.”

Cut to Lyra Heartstrings and a boy on this line—both bored out of their gourds—then to just behind the monotonic speaker. Zoom in slowly on Twilight and company; Sweetie nods off again. The girls’ footwear is now visible: sky-blue knee-high socks and purple Mary Jane shoes for Twilight, heart-trimmed sandals with pink straps and stacked blue soles for Pinkie, purple pumps with translucent high heels and blue gem accents for Rarity.

“They feature a crystalline structure in addition to specific physical properties—” Rarity jolts Sweetie awake with a hip-check. “—and chemical composition.” Close-up. ”Now for something really fun. I will point to the sedimentary rocks.” Indicating various samples in the case behind her. “There. And there.”

Close-up of one stone.

Maud from o.s., pointing to it. “There.” The bored students. “That one.” Apple Bloom. “There.” To her again. “And there. That one. There. Look over there. That one.”

The next three lines are spoken over the end of the preceding one.

“Ready for what we planned with Maud?” Pinkie speaks softly.

“Mmm-hmm.” Twilight nods.

Let’s do it!” Rarity said and Pinkie whisks Twilight away.

“Thanks to the rock cycle—” Close-up of Rarity; Maud continues o.s. “—we also have these gems.”

Putting one hand to her collar, the purple-haired girl conjures up a quartet of pale blue crystals and projects them ahead of herself.

Maud from o.s. “Friction heats up rocks.” They form a slowly rotating circle in front of the case. “Baked rock doesn’t melt. It forms them into crystals.”

She has not notice the added bit of special effects, and she not even notice that her dark-green dress was getting snagged on some debris little by little on her back by the quartet pale blue crystals, which is going on behind her head, but her audience certainly has.

“Whoa!” Students aweds.

Maud from o.s. “But all of it starts with hot magma—” Tilt up to follow the crystals’ drifting flight along with Maud's dress debris toward the caldera of the volcano, putting her out of view; they end up in a hover, with that, her dress gets shorter until it shows her black bra. “—rising to the crust through volcanic pipes.” They drop in; next Pinkie rises into view, dumps a bucketful of material after them, and heaves the empty over her shoulder. “You might know it as lava.”

Her younger sister, Pinkie Pie plucks a small object from her hair and drops it in, setting off a mighty tremor and an intense pink glow within the caldera—the upshot of her power to weaponize anything sweet. She ducks away just before the volcano emits a blast of pink smoke and a cloud of vividly colored sparks, both of which bring laughs and excited noises from the crowd. Only now does Maud take notice of the light show.

“Magma-nificent. And the process of fossilization—” Cut to Twilight; she continues o.s. as Pinkie whips over. “—is the reason we have these dinosaur bones.” Twilight fires up her pendant. “Imagine, if you will—”

Cut to the two skeletons. As she continues, the bespectacled girl’s telekinesis reattaches the fallen skull and makes them fight, tearing through the caution tape.

“—that these colossal prehistoric beasts are walking through the museum right now.”

On the end of this, cut to her audience, now voicing their very great enjoyment of the throwdown. The camera then returns to the skeletons as Twilight’s power brings them to a halt.

“Look at that.” Tilt down to her. “You don’t have to imagine.” Pause. “Dino-mite.”

Applause and plenty of cell phone picture-taking; pan from the group and stop on Rarity standing apart from them. Twilight and Pinkie cross to her, the latter giving a wave to Maud and her dress unraveled. A young girl, her straight dark hair covered by a hard hat fitted with a headlamp, runs up to the geology buff. She speaks with a slight speech impediment that turns her R’s into W’s.

“As a proud member of the Maud Squad, I just wanted to ask—” Girl pulling out/holding up a book. “—will you sign my geology book?”

The camera is now close enough to pick out the button she wears on her overall shorts: a stylized drawing of Maud’s straight hair and emotionless face with hearts in place of eyes. Maud takes the book, fishes a pen from a pocket, clicks it, and gets to work signing the cover, and then suddely, Maud's dark-green dress with a black belt wrapped around her waist, bra, panties, white socks and black boots explodes thanks to Pinkie's blast of pink smoke and a cloud of vividly colored sparks, Maud Pie was now completely barefooted and naked with nothing on anymore. Her pink sister voices a sotto-voce laugh to Twilight and Rarity.

“Look at Maud! She’s ecstatic! Even she's bare naked now!” Pinkie said.

But the mouth shifts not a whit from its unsmiling set and the blue-green eyes blink at an almost-glacial pace. Twilight is left at a loss as to how the grinning Pinkie has been able to draw this conclusion, but Rarity gives her a “just roll with it” smile and shrug. “Iris out” to black, centered on the trio.

“Too Hot to Handle Naked”

Author's Note

Resume: As Fluttershy and her friends organize an adoption for all the crabs on the beach, Pinkie Pie decides to get some shaved ice for them.

“Too Hot to Handle Naked”

Tilt down to frame several crabs within a makeshift pen whose walls are built up from the beach sand. Rarity stands with her back to the camera, working on something at a table set with brochures, while Rainbow is on duty at a desk covered with telephones. Both are shaded from the sun, as is a nearby chair with a cooler in easy reach, and strings of pennants run from one to another. Fluttershy is presiding over the tableau, and Pinkie has donned her everyday outfit and covered it with the crab costume she used while babysitting Lily Pad in “Pinkie Sitting.” Cut to a close-up of Fluttershy and Rarity on the next line, revealing a few miniaturized pieces of jewelry on the table at which the designer is doing her thing.

“Thanks for helping with the crab adopt-a-thon, everyone.” Fluttershy said.

“Oh, not a problem. My whole life has been leading up to this moment.” Rarity said.

She spins to face her friend, holding up a crab in a frilly new frock.

“Voilà!” Close-up of it; she continues o.s. “Crustacean couture!” Back to her; Pinkie Pie slides over.

“Oo-la-la!” Pinkie picks up a tiny tiara. “Let me help!”

She kneels to crown one of the penned critters, but gets an angry pincer nip on the hand.

“Ouch!.” Pinkie tries again—a near miss—and continues o.s. “Ow!”

After a third retaliatory strike, she stands up without the tiara.

Pinkie backs off. “Actually, how about I help away from the crabs?” Idea comes from her mind. “I could get us a snack. There’s still an hour until the shaved ice stand closes.” Next two lines overlap.

“Oh, yum!”

“Sounds great!” Rainbow Dash said.

“Cool! I promise I’ll be back before it starts.” Pinkie Pie exits the scene by scuttling sideways and adding the sound of the skittering legs for good measure. Wipe to her, out of costume and back in her swimsuit, plunking down a few bills at a vendor’s counter to buy a tray of four rainbow-striped snow cones.

“So sparkly.” Pinkie enraptures.

Away she goes. A longer shot picks out her bare feet and establishes the vendor as the snow cone truck that appeared briefly in “X Marks the Spot”. She happens across a woman and her son, whose treat falls out of its cone as he licks at it. He has barely enough time to start whimpering before Pinkie offers him one of the four fresh ones, instantly lifting his spirits. Mother/son and Pinkie go their separate ways, but the latter is almost immediately beset by a flock of pesky seagulls that picks and rips off one of Pinkie Pie's one-piece swimsuit at her chest.

“Hey!” Pinkie said annoying.

One of them swipes a snow cone and another one swipes and rips off another of her one-piece swimsuit, leaving two on the tray and makes showing Pinkie's pink bare breasts; after an irked glare skyward, she shrugs, blushes and smiles.

“Still works.” She covers her bare breasts with her dark pink fuzzy balloon-like hair and descends the steps to the beach, the soles of her pink bare feet instantly flushing deep pink upon contact with the scorching sand. Extreme close-up of them, starting to jitter madly. “Ow! Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!”

A backward hop takes her to the relative safety of the steps, from which she snarls and shakes a fist at the treacherous stretch of silica. She finds herself at a loss for ideas on how to traverse it until a runaway beach ball bounces to a stop right in front of her.

“Ahhhh!” Pinkie gets a idea.

She jumps to balance on it and nimbly maneuvers along with her feet to reach a forest of beach umbrellas jumping from one to another. “Boingy, boingy, boingy!”

Now she vaults up to grab hold of an airborne kite and ride a gust of wind.

Pinkie laughs. “Whee!” The airborne kite falls apart; she drops like a rock. “Wha—?”

Cut to the other three girls and the ongoing crab adopt-a-thon. All the little snappers in the enclosure have been kitted out in Rarity’s high fashion, as has the fifth on the table before her. Pinkie’s rising yell of panic makes itself heard an instant before a crash shakes the camera and she slides into view on her face, witch results her pink and white one-piece swimsuit with a yellow ribbon design with a heart and her frilly design sliping off of her body and them got completely lost after this. One hand still grips the tray with its remaining two snow cones, but a close-up pegs them as lost causes due to the sand now embedded in them. She has fared no better that she's naked now.

“Nailed it!” Pinkie said covered with sand.

“You made it!” Rainbow Dash said confussely as seeing Pinkie stands up naked.

“Barely! You’ll never believe what I had to do to get these back un-melty.” Pinkie said embarrassed as she covers more her naked body with her fuzzy balloon-like hair.

Rarity wips her forehead. “Right on time. I hate to say it, but these crabs are getting awfully…”

“Don’t.” Rainbow warns Rarity.

“…crabby!” Cut to Fluttershy, now standing over the pen.

“Aw, they’re hot, poor things.” Close-up of two, steaming and sweating; she continues o.s. “If only we had a way to cool them off.” Fluttershy said worried.

Back to Pinkie, who has brushed herself, her naked body off and tamed the errant strands of her hair. Those big blue eyes flick between the ravaged treats and the pen a few times until she gathers her resolve with a heavy sigh.

“Do you…want this?” Pinkie sets one cone in the pen to the crabs.

All four crabs scuttle across and eagerly start chomping down pincer-loads of the sweet stuff.

“I’m sorry, everyone.” Rarity returns the crab she has been outfitting to the enclosure. “I wanted to have enough to share, if i still have another swimsuit to cover of course.”

Close-up of the last cone on the end of this, then cut to the girls.

Rainbow pats Pinkie’s bare shoulder. “No worries, Pinkie. I got this.”

A split second is all it takes for her to clear out and return with a fresh tray of snow cones, the sight of which causes Naked Pinkie to gape and let her last one hit the sand with a wet plop. However, she quickly brightens up and helps herself along with everyone else. All share a laugh as the view “irises out” to black, the aperture pausing briefly to frame one crab that digs into the dropped snack before closing altogether.

“The Naked Salty Sails”

Author's Note

Resume: Twilight, Naked Pinkie, and Rarity prepare to go sailing at the beach, with Twilight having memorized a nautical dictionary just for the occasion.

“The Naked Salty Sails”

A sailboat moored at the end of the beach’s pier during the day. A flight of steps leads down from the elevated structure to a small dock platform where the boat rests. Twilight is astern at the wheel, Pinkie stands at the bow completely barefooted and naked after losing her pink and white one-piece swimsuit with a yellow ribbon design with a heart, her frilly design, and her yellow and magenta sandals, and a sun-hatted Rarity is pushing a large trunk alongside, stuffed so full that the lid will not close. A slow zoom in picks out the life jacket that Twilight has donned over her swimsuit, and a close-up on the start of the next line shows that Rarity is wearing one as well.

“Life vests, on.” Twilight said as she pulling out a map. “Nautical dictionary, memorized.” Her perspective of it, tracing a route that weaves through assorted hazards to stop on one of several islands. “And course, set.” Head-on view of all three; Naked Pinkie wears a life jacket that covers her breasts and is checking a mooring rope. ”Smooth sailing ahead. Ready about!”

Pinkie lifts a basket of pastries, holding one out. “I’m about ready for a snack. Care to try a caramel cream puff?”

“Mmm-mmm.” Twilight shakes head, waving her off.

Stepping aboard, Rarity creates a flat gem platform beneath her trunk, floats it onto the deck, and sits on it as she speaks.

“Oh, it is serendipitous that we’re setting sail—” Rarity said as she removes her hat, fanning herself with it. “—because I am winded.” Pinkie crosses to her.

“What’s in the trunk, Rarity?” Pinkie said curiosily.

Rarity puts her hat back on. “Hm? Oh, just a change of clothes and a coat in case it gets chilly.” Pinkie eases away, whistling idly. “Also a small folding table, various tools, a fashion reference library, and a bag of gems.” Hops off trunk. “You know, the essentials.”

Only now does she realize that she has lost her audience.

“The essentials, right. My calculations accounted for the weight of the boat, but I forgot to account for Rarity.” Twilight puts the map away, rolls her eyes.

A telekinetic twinkle shifts the full-past-bursting luggage back onto the dock, much to the pale girl’s surprise.

“Hmph!” Rarity said.

Pinkie is at the bow again, one foot propped on the railing and without her load of goodies.

“At sea, nothing’s accounted for. Its tides are fierce, but sublime—as beautiful as they are chaotic.” Pinkie speaks dramatically.

The somber mood evaporates in a blink as she climbs down, unties the mooring rope, and tosses it aside.

“Cast away!” Pinkie said, and the boat drifts slowly forward.

Twilight to Rarity. “Don’t worry. I checked the weather.” Twilight counts down on her fingers. “We should expect a strong westward gale in three…two…one…”

It comes right on cue, sending the craft surging backwards and prompting her to yell in fear. A glance beyond the stern informs her that they are within seconds of running aground.

“We’re going the wrong way! Ready about!” Twilight said. Cut to the others, flailing/grabbing each other to stay upright; she continues o.s. “Tack! Jibe!” Back to her. “Am I the only one who memorized the nautical dictionary?” Adjusting wheel. “TURN!”

The two passengers pull apart as comprehension hits.

“Ohhh!” Pinkie and Rarity got scary.

With a weak laugh, they hurry to the stern and seize hold of a cable that runs from the sail’s boom to a pulley mounted on the rail.

“We’re way off course!” Twilight points to one side. “Tack north!”

They haul the cable as indicated, slowly pivoting the boom and causing the vessel to shift its heading; close-up of one lower corner of the sail near the bow.

Twilight from o.s. “Almost back on track.” Back to her. “If only we could get a little more power…”

A gust yanks Rarity’s hat clean off her head; she gasps and rushes after it, making the catch just short of going over the bow. The wind inflates it to ridiculous proportions in her hands, with the effect of greatly smoothing out the boat’s course—at least until a wave begins to grow directly in their path. The screen tiles itself with three panels, each of which gives a close-up of one girl yelling in fright, then cut to Pinkie in the lurching stern, accompanied by another round of shouts. The map is torn from Twilight’s hands and swept away in the high winds.

“My meticulously plotted chaaaaart!” Twilight gasps, reaching futilely after it.

“Surrender to the sea!” Pinkie says dramatically.

Cut briefly to the bow on the end of this—bearing down on the horse-head rock formation—then back to the hapless mariners, now all tumbled to the stern. Rarity has recovered her hat and plunked it back over the violet curls.

“A rock!” Pinkie gasps, points and stands up. “I mean, rock ho!”

The bow again on the end of this, followed by the girls’ terror-stricken screams and a cut back to Twilight and Rarity hugging each other. Pan from them to Pinkie, who gets a sudden burst of inspiration and acts on it by hoisting her basket of treats. She snatches one, charges a bit of magic into it, and lets fly, it splashes down just ahead of the boat and explodes underwater, creating a wave that pushes them back hard just before they can smash on the rocks with results the lost of the girl's swimsuits, the wave takes Pinkie's life jacket along with Twilight's one-piece swimsuit with a magenta star, with the top being sky blue striped like her shirt, the bottom being indigo with six magenta dots, life jacket, dark purple star hair scrunchie, thick black glasses and magenta sandals off of her body, off of her hair, off of her eyes and off of her feet, leaving Twilight Sparkle completely blinded, barefooted and naked with her hair down and wetted, takes Rarity's black hat with a blue ribbon, purple bikini with black trim and a blue diamond at the center, sky-blue sarong, life jacket and pale yellow and sky-blue sandals off of her body, off of her hair and off of her feet, leaving Rarity completely barefooted and naked with her hair wetted as well, the wave pushes Twilight and Rarity's swimsuits so hard that them lost sight of their swimsuits in the underwater forever. Dissolve to the dock, where the wave peters out and deposits the boat and its waterlogged naked crew. Wooziness gives way to a round of good-natured laughter at the absurdity of the day’s travels. Rarity’s trunk is right where Twilight dumped it.

“Whichever way the wind blows, I guess it’s not off course—” Naked Twilight dry her wetted navy blue-colored long hair. “—as long as you’re with your friends.”

“Especially if your friends have towels and a new swimsuits.” Naked Rarity blushes in embarrasing at little and reaches into trunk on dock, fishing out towels.

Cut to the bow. Naked Pinkie has tied one around her neck for a cape, and she lets it stream behind her with a foot propped on the railing and her basket in one hand.

“The ocean—vast, mysterious, wide. We may never fully understand her, but nonetheless she commands respect.” Pinkie says dramatically and bits a snack, she gives up the old-salt shtick in record time. “Ooooh! Salted caramel!”

The rest of it goes down the hatch, and she licks her chops as the view “irises out” to black, centered on her face.

“So Much More to Me Naked”

Author's Note

Resume: In this short, Sunset Shimmer invites Fluttershy to a karaoke party with their friends, but Fluttershy declines, nervous about singing in public. When Sunset leaves and Fluttershy goes inside the animal shelter, she starts singing the title song, perfectly comfortable singing when she's alone with her animals.

“So Much More to Me Naked”

On the exterior of the Canterlot Animal Shelter during the day. Fluttershy and Sunset stand at the front doors, Angel down by Fluttershy’s feet, while the other Rainbooms wait on the sidewalk near the curb. Zoom in slowly, then cut to the pair on the next line.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come to the karaoke party, Fluttershy?” Sunset said.

“Oh, no, Sunset. I can’t. The thought of singing in public makes me…” Fluttershy strokes her hair nervously.

A choked little noise escapes her throat in lieu of any further words; Sunset lays a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“No worries.” Sunset walks off and waves. “See you tomorrow.”

The volunteer quickly scoops Angel up and ducks through the doors; cut to inside as she slides down against them to the floor.

Quiet, sustained synthesizer chords, slow loose 4 (E major)

[Fluttershy:]
♪Do you think the coast is clear?♪
(Setting him down)
♪No one to see, no one to hear♪
♪Me sing out my song♪
(Grasping a broom)
♪I think we’re all alone♪

Poppy synth melody with bass drum, moderate 4; Fluttershy’s voice slowly builds power.

The overhead fluorescent lights begin to pulse in time to the music.

♪I don’t need my name in lights♪
♪That’s not where I’ve set my sights♪
(Sparkles float up around her ankles as she sweeps a bit.)
♪No-o, oh, no, not me♪
♪I don’t need a stage to sing♪

The motes build to a flash of pink light that wreathes her form and subsides to leave her in a very different outfit: high-collared, pale green dress with translucent fabric in a slightly different hue covering shoulders and arms and a scattering of pearls down the front, white tights, pale green high heels with pink flower trim, a ruffled, pale green clip amid tumbling, pearl-studded waves of hair. Her broom has become an old-style radio microphone on a pole, its transducer element mounted within a vertical ring frame and displaying a grinning cat’s face.

Full percussion in; hold last word under next line

♪I like the quiet, I like the calm, I like the touching♪
(Another burst of sparks, and Angel—in a dapper hat and bow tie—and other critters are now riding atop a set of pulsing equalizer signals)
♪To turn it up, to sing along♪
(Winking)
♪I’m not just shy, look close, come touch me and you will see♪

Percussion out for next line only
♪There’s so much more to me♪

A flash, and Fluttershy is her normal self surrounded by the shelter’s residents in the grooming area and feeling the good touch around on her body. She picks up Pup-Pup and sets him on a counter.

♪I’m just fine rehearsing on my own♪
(Twirl a brush, raise it to her lips.)
♪My hairbrush is my microphone♪
(Spin the pooch on the counter; he winds up with his shaggy fur neatly groomed and a ribbon tied into it between his ears.)
♪Look out now, I’m in the zone and I'm super gorgeous♪
(Spoken in rhythm)
♪Yeah, can you feel it?♪

One quick change later, she carries her microphone to center screen amid a flutter of birds.

♪I like the quiet, I like the calm, I like the touching♪
(Angel and other fuzzy-wuzzies ride the equalizer bars again.)
♪To turn it up, to sing along♪
(Winking)
♪I’m not just shy, look close, come touch me and you will see♪
♪There’s so much more to me barefoot♪

Synth chords and bass drum only

Flash to her normal self in outside, Fluttershy was now barefoot and her pink-ribboned butterfly open-toed sandals are missing on her feet, she cares a bag of trash out the back door as two teens converse by a pickup truck parked at the curb.

[Barefoot Fluttershy:]
(Softly)
♪I speak soft out in a crowd♪
(She touches her yellow bare feet on the floor with more carefull to not make any noise, puts it in a waiting can as quietly as possible and hustles back inside)
♪I whisper—am I being too loud?♪
♪Am i barefoot now?♪
(Building power)
♪But when I close that door♪
(The sound of a cheering audience fades up as Fluttershy's one barefoot taps the floor)
♪The crowd, it just wants more and more and more♪

All instruments in; hold last word under next line

She bounds barefoot joyfully through the hall, a flash filling the screen and subsiding to reveal her translucent image superimposed first on her green-dressed counterpart and then over the animals on the equalizer bars.

♪I like the quiet, I like the calm, I like the touching [Oh, whoa, whoa]♪
♪To turn it up, to sing along♪
(The two yellow girls circle around each other, holding microphone and broom, and end up standing back to back as they sing together)
♪I’m not just shy, look close, come touch me and you will see♪
♪There’s so much more to me♪

Hold last word under next line

Both items are tossed away; the other Rainbooms and a group of animals bounce on opposite sides of the pair.

♪I like my friends, I like my pets [Oh, whoa, whoa]♪
(They twirl away from each other, with results normally Fluttershy's teal and sky-blue hairclip, geode teal dress with sea green trim, her pony counterpart's cutie mark, pink belt with a white and pink butterfly-shaped buckle and pink underwear, along side with her counterpart's high-collared, pale green dress with translucent fabric in a slightly different hue covering shoulders and arms and a scattering of pearls down the front, white tights, pale green high heels with pink flower trim, a ruffled, pale green clip amid tumbling, pearl-studded waves of hair and pink underwear spinning around and flying through the air off of their bodies, stripping themselfs magically…)
♪I like to rock, I like stay barefoot, do pirouettes [Oh-h]♪
(...then step up side by side with real and pretend microphones in hand. The normally naked Fluttershy vanishes into her naked glamorous opposite number)
♪I’m not just shy, I’m more than you can see♪
Percussion out
♪There’s so much more to me naked♪

Song ends

“Hey, Fluttershy.”

The fantasy shatters into a rain of sparks, a panicked grimace instantly taking root on the yellow face. Fluttershy stands barefoot, naked and holding her broom, as Sunset Shimmer stepping in through the front doors.

“I came back to say we decided to go to a movie instead, but…” Sunset puzzles as she picks one of the rain of sparks at her hand. “…were you stripping yourself naked while playing music?”

“No!” Naked Fluttershy half-squeaks, sees herself that she's no longer wear her dress, she blushes so much and covers herself with her hands very embarrassed.

“Okay. Well, do you want to come?” Sunset said friendly.

Fluttershy smiles, put her hands down and calms down. “I guess so, but first let's go to my house please, i need to cover up first.”

“You got it.” Sunset smiles and blushes.

She follows Sunset out.

On the other side Canterlot Animal Shelter, a female thieve was hidding and hears everything on the inside.

“Heheh... I always love you Fluttershy, you're and always will be my only number one.” She reveals that she's holding Fluttershy's geode and dress at her arms.

At flashback appears, shows off that the female thieve was the responsible for all of this, the thieve was hidded at her while the sing, she turns invisible, touches Fluttershy's breasts, her feet, her body and strips her naked by taking her pink-ribboned butterfly open-toed sandals, teal and sky-blue hairclip, geode teal dress with sea green trim, her pony counterpart's cutie mark, pink belt with a white and pink butterfly-shaped buckle and pink underwear off of her body, she hides at the outside as fast she can before her invisible magic times out to make Fluttershy stops singing and sees her, and with that, the thieve leave her singing completely barefooted and naked, flashback ends.

“We see each other tomorrow, Fluttershy.” Thieve blushes, blinks so happily, she leaves a note behind of the door to Fluttershy read.

She goes away along Fluttershy's geode and dress with her as the view fades to black.

“The Other Naked Side”

Author's Note

Resume: In her workspace, Rarity sings about having a creativity block and overcoming it with persistence, nudity and hard work.

“The Other Naked Side”

Quiet guitar melody with echoing synthesizer chords, slow 4 (E flat major)

A series of alternating slow pans across a sunrise and the cluttered design area that Rarity used while working at Equestria Land. The view dissolves from one scene to the other, until a final tilt down from the sunlit sky frames a long shot of Rarity on a beach, walking calmly away from the lapping waves. Her outfit is done in deep shades of blue and grayish-blue—sleeveless bodysuit, wrist-length gloves, ankle-length boots, cape streaming in the breeze—and is accented with light blue gems, matching bracelets, and a brooch that covers the left shoulder. Glitter and more gems are dusted onto the gloves and into the loose, windswept purple hair. Dissolve to a close-up of Rarity’s calmly smiling face, the eyes popping wide with surprise in the same moment that the background changes to her design area and she resumes her normal appearance and clothing. She sits drawing at a cluttered countertop as the camera pans slowly through the space.

Acoustic percussion in; synth out

[Rarity:]
♪Sitting here with my head in my hands, ideas, they come and go♪
♪Sketching my heart out, nothing will turn out♪
♪Everything seems so-so♪
(She stands and crosses to a bulletin board covered with sheets.)
♪I’ve been here before, and I know that I can♪
♪Do it if I try♪
(Pulling one down, then sweeping the board clear)
♪But why, oh, why♪
♪Do you stumble before you fly?♪

Percussion out; piano/synth in

The pages swirl past the camera, the scene wiping behind them to show Bodysuit Rarity struggling to climb a steep, unforgiving mountain slope. The view fades to black several times, then in after each to frame her from a different angle.

♪My wheels keep turning [Oh,oh!]♪
♪My fire’s still burning [Oh, oh!]♪
(She trips and pitches forward, arms thrust out to break the fall, and swiftly finds herself back on the workshop floor. The spilled drawings and a few loose gems lie scattered before her.)
♪’Cause right now I’m learning [Oh,oh!]♪
♪How to get to the other naked side♪
Snare drum in
(Eyes widen; hands curl into fists; a flash, and Bodysuit Rarity nears the peak and a gleaming mirror that stands waiting for her.)
♪It’s a game of waiting [Hey, hey!]♪
♪Anticipating [Hey, hey!]♪
(Dissolve to the workshop; she stands, approaches the mirror at the far end, and joyfully launches herself toward it, however, witch makes her getting passed joyfully without any clothes on, witch making Rarity's 3 cut-out blue shaped diamond hairclip, light blue sleeveless tank top with her lime green collar with blue diamonds and pearls on the top and a frilly detail on the bottom, purple belt with her pony counterpart's cutie mark on the football-shaped diamond buckle, purple pencil skirt, purple underwear and purple high-heels with the same pony counterpart's cutie mark on them left behind floating in seconds at the cluttered design area's mirror, and they're falling down to the ground slowly like a feather.)
♪But I keep creating [Hey, hey!]♪
♪So I can get to the other♪
♪Get to the other naked side♪

Synth and electronic percussion only

Instead of shattering the glass, she passes through it and emerges into orange-tinted space amid a shower of blue crystals. She is now completely barefooted and naked, but the camera cuts to Bodysuit Rarity in time for a wink from one blue eye. The latter has shed her cape and brooch, revealing the strapless design of her garment.

[Naked Rarity:]
(Muted)
♪[Get to the other naked side, hey!]♪
(Cut to Naked Rarity on the beach, a series of dissolves shifting her from one pose to another.)
♪[Hey!]♪
(Dissolve to Bodysuit Rarity, who gently blows glitter from her gloved palms toward the camera, then cut to a slow pan across the vagina of Rarity’s naked body. A dissolve shifts her expression from confident to playful.)
♪[Hey, get to the other naked side, hey!]♪
(Normal volume)
♪So I can get to the other♪
♪Get to the other...♪

Guitar and acoustic percussion only, with echoing synth

Now she walks the beach naked.

♪Keep on believing, I’ll be achieving♪
♪The harder that I go♪
(Bodysuit Rarity lounges on a cluster of giant gemstones that jut from the sand, a pair of headphones over her ears; dissolve to a close-up of her winking countenance.)
♪Don’t really know how, I won’t give up now♪
♪Until I steal the show♪
(Cut to Naked Rarity, ringed in by pole-mounted crystalline pony statues that cycle up and down as they circle around her, then to Bodysuit Rarity propping herself on one half-bent knee and without the headphones.)
♪With time it gets better, I’ll be a trendsetter♪
♪Doin' it my own way♪
(She drapes herself over the massive jewels again, a telephone receiver pressed to one ear as she lies on her back, then stands on the beach with her cape and brooch on again. The garment is flung open dramatically as a dolphin leaps from the water behind her.)
♪Hey, hey, hey!♪
♪Won’t stop ‘’til I seize the day♪

Percussion out; handclaps, piano in

A flare of white light fills the screen and subsides to black it out, followed by a series of fade-in/fade-out transitions that each fill only a portion of the screen and frame her from various angles. The first two are of Naked Rarity, the last two of Bodysuit Rarity without her cape.

♪My wheels keep turning [Oh,oh!]♪
♪My fire’s still burning [Oh, oh!]♪
(Fade to white, then in to Naked Rarity at the center of her crystalline merry-go-round.)
♪’Cause right now I’m learning [Oh,oh!]♪
♪How to get to the other naked side♪
Snare drum in
(She tosses a double handful of necklaces in slow motion; cut to Bodysuit Rarity on the beach, cape on and back to the camera, then flash to a profile close-up. Another flash as the accessories fall toward her neck, and she has become Naked Rarity and is wearing them.)
♪It’s a game of waiting [Hey, hey!]♪
♪Anticipatin' [Hey, hey!]♪
(Bodysuit Rarity, now on a cliff overlooking the beach, pulls her cape off and lets the brooch drop from her shoulder.)
♪But I keep creatin' [Hey, hey!]♪
♪So I can get to the other♪
♪Get to the other naked side♪

Synth and electronic percussion only

Cut back and forth between Naked Rarity, twirling in place, and Bodysuit Rarity, regarding the seascape with arms spread and cape discarded.

(Naked Rarity muts)
♪[Get to the other naked side, hey!]♪
♪[Hey!]♪
(A longer shot of her gem-themed lounging spot by the waves. A gold sculpture of an eagle rests on a perch hung with jewels; an open treasure chest is to one side; a colossal oyster to the other, its shell opened to expose a pearl; the phone she used is on a pedestal; the ground is littered with assorted small valuables. Zoom out slowly, then cut to one of the crystal merry-go-round horses, then to Naked Rarity standing within a circle of blue gems that match the ones in her cutie mark.)
♪[Get to the other naked side, hey!]♪
(She stands on the beachside cliff.)
♪[Hey!]♪
(Normal volume)
♪So I can get to the other♪
♪Get to the other naked side♪

Song ends

On this last word, the camera cuts to a long shot of her and zooms out slowly as fireworks burst in the early-morning sky and a dolphin leaps up into view. From here, dissolve to a close-up of Bodysuit Rarity lying on her back and pan slowly toward her face. The blue-shadowed eyes open halfway over a serene little smile, and the view fades to black.

“Best Naked Trends Forever”

Author's Note

Resume: During a student-hosted CHS news report, Rarity reports on the latest fashion trends. However, when she discovers her purse lacking in any trendsetting fashions, she looks to her friends for inspiration: Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, or Naked Rainbow Dash.

“Best Naked Trends Forever”

At Canterlot High School, we get a close-up of Flash Sentry. The jacket he has worn up to this point has been switched out for a dark gray hooded sweatshirt with his shield/lightning-bolt insignia at one shoulder, and he has slightly re-styled his hair. Seen through the viewfinder of a video camera, he stands before a poster of a day-by-day weather forecast that is taped up on a city skyline backdrop.

“Cloudy mornings will clear up in a flash…” Flash saud.

He whips out his electric guitar and scrubs out a riff as the camera zooms out slightly, framing a long desk with a red cloth drape hanging from its front edge. Taped to this is a picture of the Canterlot High logo, marking the entire production as a school newscast. Flash hops onto the desk as the notes die away.

“…giving us clear skies all week to jam out to this tune.” Zoom in to a close-up. “And that’s your Weather in a Flash.”

A wink, finger snap, and dazzling smile constitute his sign-off. Cut to the production crew, which consists of one girl working the camera, another holding a microphone on a long pole, and a third with a clipboard in the school library. Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, and Naked Rainbow Dash look on as Flash exits with his axe guitar and Rarity takes his place, carrying a handbag. Twilight is reading a book.

“Thank you, Flash.” Rarity sits on desk, removes her purple high-heels to show them your gorgeous white bare feet, placing bag alongside and the camera-eye view of her. “Now for this week’s most essential forecast—trends. Featuring me, Rarity.” Cut to Pinkie and Naked Rainbow; she continues o.s. as Rainbow gives a thumbs-up. “Your on-trend friend.”

Back to her, one pale hand dipping into the bag.

“As always, I look to Prim Hemline’s style guide for inspiration.” Rarity said.

Which is apparently coming up short, if the sudden panicked look on her face tells true. She peeks inside, a cut to her perspective revealing that there is no style guide among the few loose items within. She sighs; cut to her, not seen through the camera.

Rarity was uneasiles. “Which I have memorized, so, uh…” Her perspective of the camera trained on her. “…the latest trend simply has to be…”

Camera-eye view, in which she begins digging madly in the bag, then a close-up.

“Don’t panic, Rarity. You once made a skirt out of slap bracelets.” Rarity saids to yourself as her perspective, eyes darting wildly around the library. “You can find inspiration anywhere.”

After her gaze comes to rest on her friends, the view cuts back to her, paralyzed in a moment of indecision, and then, snaps to a camera-eye view of Rarity.

“The latest trend has to be…” She suddenly beaming. “…rainbows! Sherbet, sprinkles, or rainbow hair, it’s all in!”

Cut to Twilight Sparkle,Pinkie Pie and Naked Rainbow Dash on the last word.

“Well, duh!” Naked Rainbow Dash said smiling.

Dissolve to a head-on view of Rarity walking down a hallway now with her high-heels back on. During the next line, cut back and forth between her and Trixie Lulamoon rooting around in her locker—with a noticeable change in her hair color: rainbow-striped instead of two-tone pale blue.

“Oh, so glad I found you, Rainbow Dash. I am tailoring a particularly tricky pinafore.” Rarity laughs. “And I was wondering if—”

The aspiring magician shuts the door and turns to face her straight on.

“The Great and Powerful—” But before Trixie finshes her speak, Rarity interrupts her.

“Oh, thank you, uh, but I—but I’m late for…b-being over there.” Rarity unnerves and passes her, but before that.

“Trixie just wants your famous high-heels Rarity.” She then takes Rarity's purple high-heels with the same pony counterpart's cutie mark on them off of her feet and leaves her barefooted and so shocked by hear and seeing that.

Rarity then decide to leave behind, relief washes over her features as she glances off in another direction. On the start of the next line, she comes up behind another figure with long multicolored hair; however, a visible shirt sleeve and gray wedge of face give this one away as not being Rainbow either.

Rarity laughs airily. “Oh! I just had the most embarrassing mix-up.” She turns the figure toward herself. “I thought I was talking to you—”

She recoils o.s. with a sharp gasp upon finding herself staring into the crossed amber eyes of Derpy Hooves, Derpy then removes Rarity's purple belt with her pony counterpart's cutie mark on the football-shaped diamond buckle, making Rarity blushes more.

“B-B…” Cut to her, backing away slowly. “…no, no, no, it ca-can’t be.”

Down the way, she finds Snips and Snails wearing Rainbow-style wigs and they removes her yellow and gold bracelets on her wrists along with her blue shaped diamond hairclip.

“Oh! Excuse me.” Rarity backs off.

Her next run-in is with a broad, stooped figure that proves to be Granny Smith done up the same way, She removes Rarity's light blue sleeveless tank top with a lime green collar with blue diamonds and pearls on the top, and a frilly detail on the bottom, with that, Granny Smith makes Rarity show her purple bra. Letting off a shrill yell, she stumbles backward, blushes more, falls to a sitting position against the lockers and covers herself with her arms, only for a beefy white arm to extend a hand in an offer of help. It belongs to Bulk, in a pair of shorts and a gray tank top marked with a barbell, and his extended, varicolored locks wave in an unseen breeze. The blue eyes cut jumpily this way and that as she allows him to pull her upright and removes her purple pencil skirt, leaving Rarity only with her purple underwear on and she starts off down the hallway. Some of the students she passes while she's cover herself with her arms have donned Rainbow wigs, while others have dyed their own hair to match her color scheme.

“Submitted for your approval. A portrait of a school taken over by a trend—namely, a hairstyle, rainbow in nature. The calling card of one Roy G. Biv.” Rarity said in her mind.

Only a collision with a pale green figure in a paisley vest and no shirt snaps her back to the present and takes Rarity's purple underwear, leaves her stay completely naked now, he's then touching, kissing and breatfeeding on Rarity's boobs at little. Zephyr Breeze has then decided to get on the bandwagon, and he undoes his topknot to let the vividly hued strands wave free and fill the screen for a moment, after which Naked Rarity cautiously eases into a side passage.

“So if you choose to enroll in this class-wide strip craze—” She backs up toward an idle Rainbow. “—hurry up and catch the bus headed for the Rainbow Zone before you lose your mind for real.”

Upon making contact, the freaked-out naked fashion expert whirls to face her and fires off an eardrum-popping scream, waving her hands in front of herself than cover herself with them as if to ward off an attack. For her part, Naked Rainbow Dash barely even blinks.

“Oh! Hey, Rarity. I don’t know what it is and how did you get naked too, but everyone looks awesome today!” Naked Rainbow said by seeing everyone with her rainbow hair and by seeing Rarity naked.

“Iris out” to black, centered on her obliviously grinning face.

“Text Support”

Author's Note

Resume: One day after school, Twilight gets a strange text message from Timber Spruce comprised entirely of emoticons. Unable to decipher the text, she turns to one of her friends to help translate it.

“Text Support”

In front lawn of Canterlot High as the bell rings. It is daytime, and a quick zoom in on the clock atop the library’s domed roof puts the time at 3:00—the end of the school day. Cut to the Rainbooms going their separate ways in a hallway, then to just outside the front doors as Pinkie Pie throws them open.

“How cool is chemistry class?” Pinkie said happily as bounds down to Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Rarity, and Sunset Shimmer at the bottom of the steps. “I can’t believe I got to come up with my very own chemical formula.” Pulling two green-iced cupcakes from her hair. “Jalapeño supernova cupcake frosting!”

As she takes a lick from one, Twilight’s cell phone beeps and vibrates to indicate an incoming text message. She glances at the screen with visible puzzlement as Sunset offers Pinkie a humoring smile.

“That wasn’t the assignment.” Sunset said.

Pinkie has now eaten the one she licked.

“Aw, you sound just like my lab partners.” She waves, addresses herself o.s. “COULDN’T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT YOU GUYS!”

Pan quickly to “you guys”—Snips and Snails, staggering dazedly across the lawn. Both are liberally besmirched with the same green icing, and Snips is wearing a pair of safety goggles. They stop for a moment to gawk at her, ignoring the incredulous stares coming at them from all directions, and then resume their shamble off to who knows where.

“I just got the weirdest text from Timber Spruce.”

Fluttershy, Rarity, and Sunset cluster in for a look; close-up of the phone. The display is headed by an icon of the green-haired teen’s face, below which the following string of graphics can be seen.

Rarity from o.s. “Pirate, plane, alligator, thumbs-up, waterfall, golf club, ice cream sundae.”

Cut to her and the other two spectators on the end of this, then to Twilight.

“What does it mean? Is it an inside joke?” She adjustes her glasses. “A hieroglyphic reference? A secret code?” She groans out her frustration while clapping both hands to her temples, phone and all. “My brain feels weird! I’m not used to not knowing things!”

“Hmm. Sounds like you could use a translator.” Rarity said as offers Twilight a help.

“I could help.” Fluttershy offers too.

“Leave this one to me.” Sunset offers too and touches Fluttershy’s shoulder.

“Who can get me out of this text-astrophe?” Twilight wonders.

Snap to Twilight and Fluttershy walking through a patch of woods behind the school completely barefooted and naked with a hair down; Twilight was left her dark purple star hair scrunchie, her new glasses, her blue blouse with short sleeves, her dark pink vest with a matching bow tie, her purple belt with a white buckle, her purple skirt with slightly lighter purple stars, her pony counterpart's cutie mark, her lighter purple frill at the hem, her sky-blue underwear, her sky-blue knee-high socks and her purple Mary Jane shoes with a belt and a decorative badge on her purple backpack and Fluttershy was left her green butterfly hairclip, her white tank top, her lime green skirt with her pony counterpart's cutie mark and a pink hem on the bottom, her pink underwear, her pink socks with white polka-dots and her lime green boots with white trim on the bottom as well on her pink backpack, and leaves them behind and hidded at the tree to no one find it; small critters hurry back and forth across ground and air.

“So what are you thinking, Fluttershy?” Naked Twilight.

“I’d start with…” Naked Fluttershy said as a bird flits down to perch on her finger. “…a bird.”

“Sounds good!” It flies away; Fluttershy sits her bare butt on a log.

“Then iguana, guinea pig, regular pig, frog, baby chick in the egg, baby chick out of the egg, all three “see no evil” monkeys, cat, cat, cat, cat, all the cats, and, um…” She rapids fire, during this bit of very strange dictation, the camera cuts back and forth between her and Twilight, who is having a great deal of trouble keeping up with the lot and/or making head or tail of it. Fluttershy has barely petered out when a squirrel hops up next to her and offers a chittered suggestion. “…finish it with a squirrel on his hind legs.”

“Sounds good!” Twilight taps screen. “Sent. That was perfect!” She sits next to Fluttershy. “So what did we just send?”

“A bunch of cute animal emojis!”

Most of the air goes out of Twilight at this pronouncement and the soft giggle that follows it, to be replaced by supremely annoyed frustration.

“But what does it meeeean?!?” Twilight confusses.

The spooked little rodent jumps into Fluttershy’s lap just before the phone sounds off. Both naked girls run a quizzical eye over the screen and smile at what they see, Twilight gasping, blushes and the squirrel jumping down to run off.

“He says yes to the zoo! And he said that i can go fully clothed or fully naked with or without my glasses!” She said confused as she keeps seeing the message with her blinded eyes. “The zoo?” Pauses; it sinks in. “Ohhhhh! The zoo!” Hugs Fluttershy. “Thank you, Fluttershy!”

“No matter what the problem is, adorable animals are always the answer.” Fluttershy hugs her back.

Fade to black.

“Stressed in Show”

Author's Note

Resume: During rehearsal for the CHS Fall Play, Twilight once again becomes overwhelmed with stress from all the obligations she's promised to fulfill for her friends, like running lines with Flash Sentry and helping Applejack build the stage. Sunset Shimmer encourages Twilight to take a break from the play, and one of her other friends offers to help her get her mind off of it.

“Stressed in Show”

In Canterlot High School's gym, we get a close-up of a worried Rarity.

“Mother, I fear I do not share your dreams of coal.” Rarity said in southern drawl.

Cut to just behind her on the second half of this line. She is on the stage of the gym, and Sunset Shimmer sits in the floor seats with a bag of popcorn in easy reach. The mention of coal, and the script on which Sunset is taking notes, indicate that this is a rehearsal for the school play Dazzled. Rarity has evidently landed the role of aspiring dancer Selfie Soot, while Sunset is serving as director. A longer shot of the area puts Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, and Naked Rainbow Dash onstage as well; they each have a script in hand, while Rarity does not. Zoom in slowly.

“Instead, my heartbeat calls for me to dance!” Rarity finishes her speech.

She holds her last pose for through a long silence, then clears her throat.

Rarity says faster. “Heartbeat calls for me to dance.” Still nothing; she turns her head to face Twilight. “To dance!”

Zoom in quickly on the bespectacled girl during this last; she starts in surprise, having let her mind wander.

“Oh! Sorry, uh…” Twilight reads. “But, Selfie Soot, my sweet summer child! Without your help, I’ll never mine the mine in time.” She gets worked up, crumpling script. “Or run lines with Flash Sentry in time, or help Applejack build the stage in time—” Cut to a worried Sunset; she continues o.s. “—or practice my monologue in time—” Stand up and set the script aside; back to her. “—or find time for time in time!”

Fluttershy and Naked Rainbow Dash can only stare popeyed as she spirals down into a hyperventilation fit.

“Uh, am I missing a page?” Naked Rainbow leafs through script.

Sunset crosses to Twilight.

“Um, when was the last time you took a break from the play?” Sunset touches her shoulder.

“Take a break! Break a leg! Break a take?” Twilight says frantically.

“I think she’s broken again.” Naked Rainbow whispers to Fluttershy.

This earns her the mother of all dirty looks from the director.

Sunset touches gently at Twilight’s shoulder again. “Breathe, Twilight. You just need something to take your mind off the play a little while.” The other three gather in. “We’re here for you. Right, everyone?”

“Of course!” Naked Rainbow said.

“Let one of us help you take your mind off it.” Fluttershy agrees as Pinkie Pie shoves her head out through the curtains.

“You bet!” Pinkie said.

Snap to a stretch of clear blue daytime sky. A bird sings and wings its way across as the camera tilts down past the treetops to stop on Twilight and Naked Fluttershy; the former, blindfolded, is being guided along a path by the latter’s hands on her shoulders. Both have left their scripts behind and are framed from the knees up. They stop after a few steps, Naked Fluttershy reaching up to undo the knot in the cloth band. Snap to black, which clears to give Twilight’s perspective—the blindfold being removed—of a sunlit clearing. Zoom in slowly as ground-based and airborne animals frolic through the space.

Naked Fluttershy from o.s. “Ta-da! Just what you needed—” Back to them; Twilight has no longer her glasses on. “—an escape to nature.”

She starts ahead, but a squelch from ground level brings her up short as Twilight smiles eagerly ahead at the pastoral tranquility even she's now blinded. A cut to the grass frames Fluttershy’s bare feet that are freshly daubed with the mud she has just stepped in.

“Oh, dear.” Longer shot of both; her rabbit Angel is by her feet, and Twilight wears purple galoshes with pink stars. “I got mud on my feet.”

Zoom in quickly on Twilight, whose nerves suddenly fray.

“Feet? You mean the boots?! That reminds me—” She starts to run off. “—I need to help Rarity design Selfie Soot’s magic boots for the play!” But then Fluttershy stops her.

“Oh, no, no, no.” She gently pushes her down to sit on a log. “Don’t think about that. Think about…this!” Fluttershy scoops up Angel and whispers to him. “Be as cute as you can possibly be.”

The white fuzzball nods and squeaks his acknowledgment, and when Fluttershy lowers him to Twilight’s blind eye level, he lets his own peepers go big and round and shiny.

“Aww, he’s adorable!” Twilight takes/cuddles him.

“It’s why I love nature so much more than big cities.” Fluttershy said.

The peaceful mood goes bye-bye just as abruptly as before, Twilight shooting to her feet and tossing Angel away.

“Shiny City! Applejack is building the city sets while we’re out here lost in the woods!”

A panicked squeak from the yellow naked girl is followed by one hand wrapping around her head.

“Animals, unite!” Fluttershy uses her magic to call animals on her mind.

From behind her comes a miniature thundering herd of them: squirrels, raccoons, skunks, birds, and one bear of considerable size.

“Strips and dazzle her with your tranquility.” She whispers to them.

“Dazzled is the name of the play!” Twilight backs up toward a tree.

The winged wonders perched on the lowest branch chip in with a bit of song right about now, and the squirrels at a higher level sling a crown of flowers and leaves over the side that lands neatly on Twilight’s head, witch makes her dark purple star hair scrunchie falls off of her hair and her hair goes down. She smiles at the offering, and a woodpecker flits in to hammer its beak up and down her back, producing a sigh of total relief—a spot of tension being loosened, and with that, he takes Twilight Sparkle's blue blouse with short sleeves, dark pink vest with a matching bow tie, purple belt with a white buckle, purple skirt with slightly lighter purple stars with her pony counterpart's cutie mark and a lighter purple frill at the hem, sky-blue knee-high socks and purple galoshes with pink stars off of her body, leaving her completely blinded, barefooted and naked with her hair down.

“Oh, yeah. This…this is nice.” She laughs; crumple slowly toward the ground as it lays off. “So relaxing…so calm…so…”

She winds up sitting on the grass, propped up against the bear, and begins snoring quietly as she drifts off to sleep naked.

Fluttershy to animals. “Shhh. Let her naked and take a little nap, everyone. All we need now is some volunteers to keep her warm.” Cut to two skunks; she continues o.s. “Spunky and Plunky, are you up to the task?”

They nod and chitter assent, one adding a thumbs-up for good measure, and scamper across to nestle into Twilight’s lap. She cuddles one black/white-striped tail to her cheek like a pillow, and the view “irises out” to black, centered on her totally contented face.

“DIY (Naked) with Applejack”

Author's Note

Resume: Applejack tries to record a video of the steps involved in building a dressing room for Rarity, incluing her own dress.

“DIY (Naked) with Applejack”

At Rarity's house, on close-up of Applejack standing in a room with a bare wood floor. The walls are unadorned, inset with alcoves directly behind her and to both sides. Visible in the bottom right corner of the screen is an icon consisting of a wooden apple in a matching frame—like Spike, she is making an online video. Her image is slightly fuzzy at first, but comes into focus before she begins to speak.

“On today’s DIY with Applejack—” Applejack holds up a hammer. “—we’re gonna build my friend Rarity a dream dressin’ room, in just seventy-three easy steps.”

The image jitters briefly, followed by a quick swivel that frames an extreme close-up of the fashionista’s features, her cheeks all but mashed against the lens. Evidently she drew camera-operator duty for this endeavor. The apple icon remains on the screen.

“Hello, darlings. I can’t wait for my fabulous new dressing room and—” A loud, impatient throat-clearing from Applejack’s direction brings her up short. “Oh. Sorry.” Rarity blushes and laughs. “Promise I won’t make another peep.”

The camera swivels back to the hands-on teen, who has put away the hammer.

“Let’s get started!” Applejack said.

Snap to black, a flicker of static blinking across the screen, then immediately to a brief, shaky zoom out from her standing among a clump of trees on the Sweet Apple Acres grounds during the day. The apple icon is gone from the screen now. She has donned a hard hat in place of her usual one, safety goggles, and work gloves and is leaning against an axe whose head rests in the grass. The tool is lifted into a two-handed grip.

“First, you need wood. So for step one, I’m gonna cut down one of my trees.”

Here comes the swing—but the following words startle her into slamming on the brakes just before the blade can make contact with the trunk.

“Ooh, just a dash of peep. How many trees are we going to need?” Rarity said.

Mildly vexed at the interruption, the farmer pulls the axe back for another go. The entire image freezes just short of a hit, a “pause” symbol within a circle superimposing itself on the screen. Now the camera backs up to put the entire scene within the viewing window of a computer World Wide Web site, complete with running time display, volume control, and progress bar. A mouse cursor clicks on the slider control affixed to this last and drags it to the right, instantly advancing the video through a series of still shots. Standing over the now-felled tree and wiping her brow…carrying a plank…measuring the height of one alcove in the room…using a power sander on the top of a crate…sawing a plank…and the cursor clicks to resume the playback as she is sanding it.

Applejack slights tinny. “Step eight.” Zoom in until the viewing window fills the screen again; normal audio resumes. “Gettin’ rid of splinters.”

The shift in the sound quality reflects a transition from watching the video online to being on the scene again.

“Now you have to give each square foot of the surface thirty clockwise strokes with the buffer—”

“Thirty!” Rarity makes Applejack shuts it down. “Darling, that seems a bit excessive.”

“Yes, thirty.” Applejack needles, smiles and restarting. “And then you have to double-check those strokes by…” Shut down again. “…aw, shoot! I lost count. Well, I have to cut down a new tree.” She walks out.

“This is positively electrifying.” Rarity yawns; camera wobbles slightly.

Snap to staticky black, then in to Applejack holding a paint roller. She is no longer wearing her work gear and has put on her cowboy hat again. Behind her, a door has been fitted up and decorated, a splotch of paint marks the wall above this, and a fringe of fabric trim hangs from the upper edge of the wall alcove to her right. Lumber and rolls of fabric are scattered about, through which Rarity’s cat Opalescence enters the workspace.

“Step twenty-nine—paintin’ your room.” She lifts a can of paint. “I chose this practical brown color—”

The fussy feline chooses this moment to voice her opinion in a loud hiss. The camera focus shifts briefly to her and back, throwing a mild scare into Applejack, then swings briefly from side to side as if Rarity is shaking her head. A “you’ve got to be kidding me” look comes over the freckled face, followed by a quick snap to black and in to the room again. Now Opal is much more content, while Applejack has stitched on a slightly forced grin as she holds up her roller and a different can.

“Step twenty-nine-point-five—paintin’ your room with this, uh, very bright purple.”

A pale hand reaches into view to give her a big thumbs-up, after which the view undergoes a “diamond wipe” to frame Applejack regarding one back corner of the room. That is, the new image expands from the center of the screen and takes on a diamond shape as it grows until the transition is complete. The walls have been fully painted in the Rarity-approved shade.

“Step forty-two—adding tufted button walls.” Applejack tosses roller into a can.

Close-up of a patch of floor, fabric being unrolled to cover it.

Applejack from o.s., reaching briefly into view to measure. “You’re gonna want to be careful, measurin’ the satin at least twice…”

As she says this, Opal darts in to work the textile over with her claws and shoot the camera a slightly dirty look. There follows a split-second blip of black, which clears to show the floor again bare; as a new length of fabric is rolled out, the mouse cursor appears and clicks to pause the video. As before, the view zooms out to frame the entire computer screen and the slider on the progress bar is dragged right to skip ahead. Stills flash by of Applejack repeatedly measuring again, first with a tape measure and then with additional tools, followed by a close-up of her face, mouth open to speak and index finger raised to drive home a point. Zoom in until the viewing window fills the screen again; the cursor clicks to resume the playback, then drops out of sight.

“Now that you’ve measured five times—” She hefts a pair of hedge clippers. “—we can begin to cut the samples.”

A less-than-amused throat-clearing from behind the camera stops her cold, and after a staticky flash of black, the blonde smiles sheepishly while holding up a pair of scissors more suited to the task at hand. Her test snips are frozen by a click of the cursor, which drags the progress bar slider ahead to frame her standing at the trimmed alcove. Stacks of fabric swatches fill both hands and litter the floor; she regards these with no small degree of confusion as the mouse and controls drop away.

“We just have to figure out which of the sixty-two samples work best.”

These words are punctuated by a yawn from Rarity and a slow droop of the camera until it frames the booted feed and a napping Opal. At the sound of Applejack’s annoyed throat-clearing, though, she snaps awake with a little yelp and trains the lens ahead once more.

“Now the real fun begins!” She said.

Rarity sourls. “Oh, now the real fun begins.” Camera starts to tilt and fall again. “I’ve been having so much fun the whole time.” Weary sigh.

“Rarity!” Now o.s; a yawn from Rarity. “Wake up! Mmm... Maybe, this'll help me a lot, i guess.”

The camera is now pointing into the pale girl’s own shadow, which grows to fill and black out the screen to the sound of a hearty thud—she has carried it to the floor while passing out from sheer boredom and exhaustion. On the start of the next line, the view fades in to an extreme close-up of Applejack’s hand holding Rarity's blue shaped diamonds for hairclip, yellow and gold bracelets, light blue sleeveless tank top with a lime green collar with blue diamonds and pearls on the top, and a frilly detail on the bottom, purple belt with her pony counterpart's cutie mark on the football-shaped diamond buckle, purple pencil skirt, purple underwear and purple high-heels with the same pony counterpart's cutie mark on them very tight, which pulls away from the lens to expose the finished room. Racks for shoes and accessories fill the alcove at the far wall; the trimmed one now holds a bed in which Naked Rarity and Opal are sleeping peacefully; across from it; a third niche houses a vanity counter and mirror. Furniture and carpets are present in the appropriate opulent style, including a chandelier hanging over the low central table, and all the materials and tools have been cleared away. The camera is now in Applejack’s hands along side with Rarity's dress.

“Step seventy-three—” The apple icon appears at bottom right. “—the big reveal!”

Opal meows grumpily at the disturbance, the camera panning slightly to frame the bed and its occupants.

“Oh, yeah. Good night, you two. And Rarity, thank you so much for let me keep this.” Applejack said softly.

The cat settles back down to sleep.

“The Naked Craft of Cookies”

Author's Note

Resume: Pinkie Pie records a cooking video in which she makes a batch of cookies.

“The Naked Craft of Cookies”

At Pinkie Pie's house, Pinkie stands at a kitchen counter. She is wearing a pink-frilled white apron over her usual clothing, decorated with a blue sash and three hearts—one large and pale blue, the others small and pink—and her magical pendant is not around her neck. On the counter are her stuffed alligator Gummy and Rainbow Dash’s pet tortoise Tank, both sporting white chef’s toques; daytime sky is visible through the window behind Pinkie. Zoom in slowly.

“Welcome to The Craft of Cookies with me, Pinkie Pie!” She puts her hands together with thumbs/fingers curved to form a heart, and two bright pink ones pop briefly into view to flank her grinning visage—an online video in progress. “In just one class, you too can become a certified cookie master!” Close-up of Tank on the end of this, the wrinkled green face ever-so-slowly creasing into a smile. She leans down into view with a happy little gasp. “Let’s get started.”

Big squeaky grin; double thumbs-up, accompanied by three gold stars winking into view around them both for a moment. From here, cut to a series of close-ups of cabinets being opened and ingredients being snatched up.

“Yum! Ooh! Yes, please! Tasty! You’re gonna be delicious!”

On the end of this, she leans into view next to Tank for just long enough to deposit the lot on the counter. She stands over a mixing bowl as the leathery head stretches toward a particular container.

“Now, step two—making cookies!”

The sweet stuff is plucked out of reach, leaving his beak to clack shut on nothing but air. Close-ups of ingredients being measured up and added to the bowl.

“Cup of sugar…tablespoon of baking powder…dash of vanilla…pinch of salt. And for our final ingredient…” Pinkie voices over, Tank once again extends his head to get in range of the mix during this line, but is unceremoniously picked up and held over it as Pinkie finishes. “…two Tank kisses!”

She plants two big smooches on his cheek, a pink heart materializing and dropping into the dough after each one to turn it that color, and gets a dab on a finger for a taste test.

“Mmmm!” Pinkie Gasps. “Cotton candy! This is ta-a-a-asty!”

She leans down over Gummy and affects a slightly altered voice to “speak” for the toy.

Pinkie as Gummy. “You’ve really outdone yourself, Pinkie!” Now with her own voice. “Aw, thanks, Gummy!” She rootes around in her hair. “Now for the not-so-secret ingredient…” The follicular foraging yields a bowl piled high with morsels of… “…CHOCOLATE!!”

This is set down on the counter, prompting Tank to begin reaching his jaws eagerly toward it, and Pinkie pops one bit into her mouth.

“Mmmm!” She takes another. “Mmmm!”

The height of the chocolate begins to drop with remarkable speed as she wolfs it down; close-up of Gummy.

Pinkie from o.s., as it. “Don’t eat all the chips!”

All three again; after swallowing her latest mouthful, she begins to look more than a bit ill.

Pinkie queasiles. “Whoa…my tum-tum!” Cut to Tank, head nearly in the bowl; she continues o.s. “I didn’t think there was such a thing as too much chocolate.”

The shelled critter’s snapping beak again gets a whole lot of nothing when she pulls the bowl out of reach. He grumbles to himself; her cheeks go an unappetizing shade of green as she burps her discomfort. Her face quickly resumes its usual shade of pink, though, and her gut settles as she dumps the remaining chocolate chips into the bowl of dough and sets to mixing them in.

“Now, to bake our creations!” Pinkie said.

A cookie sheet is laid out and two balls of dough are transferred onto it, after which ten more pop into place on their own to form three rows of four. Pinkie loads the sheet into the oven and closes the door; cut to her, Gummy, and Tank sitting on a row of stools. The baking time quickly ticks down on a floating graphic of a kitchen timer.

“Mmm-mmm-mmm!” Pinkie pulls a cupcake from her hair.

The timer rings and disappears before she can bite down on it.

“They’re ready!” She gasps and tosses it over shoulder.

The treat splats down across Tank’s carapace, but the mess is positioned just right to leave him completely unable to snag even a particle; even extending his tongue to full length does him no good. His face falls as two oven-mitted pink hands bring out the cookie sheet, whose dough has become a dozen sparkly goodies, and Pinkie’s eyes become twinkling red hearts for a moment once she gets a lungful of the aroma. The blue irises pop wide in surprise after they have returned to normal; she turns to direct a sly over-shoulder glance toward Gummy, who is back on the counter.

“What’s that, Gummy? You think I’ve just invented the perfect cookie?” She said cheerfully self-deprecating. “Awww…” Close-up; she addresses the camera and digs in her hair. “And now, for the final and best part…” She has shed her oven mitts at this point, and the camera zooms out as she extracts a shaker can of… “…SPRINKLES!!”

This shot puts Gummy, a cleaned-up Tank, and the cookies all on the counter. The baked goods get a load dumped over them, which detonates in a burst of magenta smoke; when the view clears, the cookies are now piled on a plate and framed in a close-up and slow pan amid bright yellow flecks of light.

“Et voilà! Two dozen ultra-scrumptious cookies—” The kitchen again; the blast has splattered dough all over her and thanks to her own magic, her pink-frilled white decorated with a blue sash and three hearts: one large and pale blue, the others small and pink, her white tank top with her pony counterpart's cutie mark, her 3-shaded pink rah-rah skirt, her blue-ribboned headband in her hair with a heart on it, her blue underwear, her white opaque tights and her pink and blue strapped sandals with a pink heart on them got 100% exploded, Pinkie Pie was now completely barefooted and naked, Gummy, and most of the room and flipped Tank upside down. She is holding up the plate. “—for a sophisticated snack time.” Naked Pinkie sets it down. “Until next time on The Craft of Cookies—” She pulls a cookie from her hair, picking up Tank. “—this is Naked Pinkie Pie, bidding you a sweet evening, nudity and a most delicious morrow.”

His mood instantly brightens when she holds it close so he can chomp down and get the sugary happiness he has been chasing this entire time. “Iris out” to black, the aperture pausing briefly to frame his blissful face before closing altogether.

“Naked Sic Skateboard”

Rainbow Dash was on skateboard park during the day completely barefooted and naked now that she's has no longer her remaining clothes left. She's only wearing knee/elbow pads and a purple helmet marked by multicolored lightning bolts to match the ones on her previously pants, she jumps her board onto a rail, rides it sideways from one end to the other, her light blue bare breasts are boucing so much each rails Rainbow jumps, and hops off to roll through a few more turns and jumps. A handstand at the top rail of a half-pipe—one hand on the rail, the other on the board—and she cruises down to jump clear and catch the rig under one arm. The deck bears a design of a rainbow issuing from a cloud at the nose. Her words are directed toward the camera, marking this as an online video.

“Hey, everyone! I’m super-stoked because today is the day! This skateboard trick is gonna blow your mind!” Naked Rainbow Dash says energetic.

Each of these last three words is delivered from a different camera angle, the last in a zoom in from overhead with one blue index finger pointed emphatically toward the lens. From here, cut to her riding up one quarter-pipe, flipping over the rail at its top, and riding down an adjacent one.

Naked Rainbow voices over. “It’s been a super-intense four weeks of training. Nothing but grinding, claw stretches, shredding—” Close-up of each activity as she names it. “Grinding”: riding with the tail of her board tilted back to scrape the ground and throw off sparks. “Claw stretches”: with fingers interlaced and palms facing away from her naked body, she stretches her arms forward to pop and loosen the joints. “Shredding”: she rides while squatting down to let one set of fingertips graze the concrete and the breasts bounces more and more, up and down. Finally the camera cuts to a close-up. “—and shredded lettuce!” She holds up a fistful of said produce, bites down, and chomps noisily. The next shot is of a group of younger skaters murmuring excitedly among themselves.

“Some say it couldn’t be done—” She blurs into view among them, drawing on the power of her pendant and no longer carrying her board or the remains of the lettuce. “—but get ready, ’cause today you’re going to witness…the first-ever Tortoise Kicker Ramp Ollie!”

On the end of this, she points off to one side and the camera pans quickly in that direction to stop on Tank at the top of a ramp. He inches up to the edge, having been kitted out with his own board and safety gear, and cringes away from it in a panicked sweat upon getting an eyeful of the drop.

“Time to bust out of that shell, Tank.”

Finding his owner’s palm extended toward him, he touches the sole of one stumpy foot to it in a slow-motion high five and smiles at the encouragement. In a blink, Rainbow has whisked back toward the spectators.

“Let’s do this!” A calm nod from the tortoise; she addresses the group. “Wait ’til you guys see this!”

Pan quickly back to Tank, who raises a foot from his deck. The young skaters gasp excitedly…he begins to push off…two direct worried looks at each other, then toward him…Naked Rainbow Dash grins from ear to ear, eyes shining as a giddy little squeal finds its way out…sweat dribbles down the wizened green face…two skaters clutch fearfully at each other…and finally, in extreme close-up, gravity pulls Tank and the board over the edge. Almost at the same moment, the camera zooms out quickly to reveal that this ramp stands only up to about Rainbow’s bare waist. Tank goes airborne for a moment off the raised lip at the lower end, then plunks back onto solid ground and almost immediately comes to a stop. There follows a long, stunned silence, broken by the stripe-haired daredevil.

“Awesome!” Cheers from the others; she picks Tank up. “Don’t worry. I’ll add some sick special effects later.”

Her wink is followed by a brief flash of white and blip of sound, which give way to an extreme close-up of Tank lifting his head. The wrinkled features are set in stern concentration and thrown into relief by the sunlight glinting off his helmet. Next is a shot of him launching into the trick, the camera aimed at him from the ramp’s lower end. The descent is then seen from two additional angles, the second of which frames him rolling directly toward the camera. Fade to black, then snap immediately to a close-up of his wheels arcing through the air in slow motion, framed by glitter and an icon of a trailing fireball. This is followed by a normal-speed close-up of Tank and his board being held up by Rainbow’s hands and raised/dipped to simulate a dramatic trajectory—“sick special effects” on no budget, perhaps—and finally the takeoff and ending jump are seen again. Slow motion on the latter, one green foot lifted in triumph as icons fill the surrounding air—fireballs, stars, a thumbs-up, a dragon’s head breathing fire—then “iris out” to black, centered on his face.

Author's Note

Resume: Naked Rainbow Dash records a skateboarding video starring several of her young, teen and adult fans.

“Naked Street Chic”

Author's Note

Resume: Rarity hosts a naked fashion video on the streets of Canterlot City and shows off the latest trends of summer fashion, despite it being the middle of the chilly fall season.

“Naked Street Chic”

Rarity are in outside of the Carousel Boutique, she's now wears her pale blue elbow-sleeved shirt with a purple skirt with her pony counterpart's cutie mark, a tense purple belt with two blue buckles, and purple boots in a high wedge heel, which tops are covered with a single diamond. Two wheeled racks loaded with clothes stand within easy reach on the sidewalk, while a passing boy pulls up his jacket collar to shield as much of his face and neck as possible.

“Hello, darlings! Welcome back to another Street Chic with Rarity.” Rarity twirlins.

Another online video, then. A scatter of fallen leaves blows past on a strong breeze—autumn has arrived, and with it the dropping temperatures that explain the boy’s jacket. The wind will reassert itself from time to time throughout the remainder of this short.

“A show that keeps you ahead of the curve, so you’re always the first girl on your block to wear the most glittering and glamorous frocks in fashion.” Rarity said.

Two girls exit the shop during this line; now Rarity slips between the two racks.

“This week, I am bringing you the new ones in summer flair, so let’s get started!”

Here comes Applejack, sipping from a cup of hot tea and wearing a short orange scarf over her usual outfit as he only two concessions to the cold. The free ends are decorated with red apples.

“As you can see, Applejack has a simply scrumptious country style that really works for her. So I will just make some simple tweaks.” Rarity shows off Applejack for the camera.

Said tweaks are triggered by spinning the blonde in place, so fast that she loses hold of her cup and becomes a naked cowgirl with her hair down and undone as a flare of white envelops her for a split-second. She is more than a little stunned to find her scarf, her cowboy hat, her red hair scrunchie, her white T-shirt with a red apple on it and green sleeves, her new blue denim skirt, her red belt, her underwear and her new brown boots with the same pony counterpart's cutie mark on them gone, leaving Applejack completely barefooted and naked with her hair down. Shivers quickly set in as Rarity gasps in surprise and smiles.

“Oh, sometimes I just shock myself with how good I am.” Rarity said to the camara as a jacket/scarf-clad teen passes.

“Uh, don’t you think it’s a pinch chilly for this stripping?” Applejack are now shivering badly.

“Nonsense! You look gorgeous, and oh so hot.” Rarity paties her bare shoulder.

Close-up of Naked Applejack, from the waist up.

“C-c-c…cold…” Applejack chatters her teeths.

Now Fluttershy arrives on the scene, having topped her sundress with a fluffy scarf in white and pale violet, secured with a bright pink heart brooch. The honking of geese from somewhere overhead draws her attention.

“Oh!” Fluttershy points upward.

Tilt quickly up the sky, so completely filled with gloomy gray clouds that it is impossible to tell the time of day. A flock of these very birds is winging over the rooftops.

“They’re starting to head north for the winter!” She said after seeing the sky

Back to street level, now framing her fully.

“It may be fall, darling—” Rarity said, Naked Applejack snatches a pair of pants from one rack and wraps herself in them like a shawl. “—but we in the fashion world are in summer mode. And now, so will you [sic].”

She works her mojo on Fluttershy as she did with Applejack, leaving the animal lover barefoot and naked. The scarf, the bright pink heart brooch, the white tank top, the lime green skirt with her pony counterpart's cutie mark and a pink hem on the bottom, the light pink underwear, the pink socks with white polka-dots and the lime green boots with white trim on the bottom is gone. The naked yellow girl of this new finery reacts by wrapping her arms, covers her body around herself and shivering like mad as the wind whistles down the block.

“She’s sporty, she's so gorgeous, she’s stylish—” Rainbow Dash strolls up, she and wears a purple sleeveless shirt with tied-knot on the bottom, cyan pants with purple zigzag and dots on the calves and she goes barefoot, earphones socked in and connected to an MP3 player in her pocket. She pulls one free as Applejack tries to wave her off. “—and she needs a sensational summer look to dazzle all the other sports…people?” Rarity clears throat; grip Rainbow’s shoulder. “Anyway…”

A third spin and flash, and the star athlete finds herself fully naked and tricked out in a nakedness once again, and she has been relieved of her tunes. The shivers start up almost immediately.

“It’s elegant, yet still sporting. She’ll be bringing drama, along with her nudity and with the summer sun.” Rarity said without care about the time.

Close-up of Naked Rainbow Dash.

“That doesn’t look like the sun to me.” Rainbow said as points to upward.

Pan to Rarity.

“Ignore the nature, Rainbow Dash. Naked summer chic is a state of mind.” She goes back to the camera. “We’ll see you next time on Street Chic with Rarity! Until then, don’t forget to strike a pose!”

The inviting hand that she stretches toward her naked friends is met with nothing but full-nude-body shivers and clacking teeth. Only after she throws them a slightly panicked nod do they smile and follow her instruction—and an instant later, enough snow thunders down to blanket all four and the racks and bury them up to the waist. Winter has come with all the grace and subtlety of a twenty-car pileup on the freeway. Eight eyes blink confusedly through the frigid layers for a long, silent moment until Naked Rainbow Dash speaks up. The next two lines are slightly muffled by the snow.

“Uh, Rarity? You got anything for winter?” Rainbow responds to Rarity.

“Remind me to do our photo shoots indoors from now on.” She said shivering.

Fade to black.

“Strip Street Magic with Trixie!”

Author's Note

Resume: On the streets of Canterlot City, Trixie shows off her "great and powerful" magic for the public by attempting to saw Spike in half. In the middle of her act, however, her magic supplies and Spike suddenly levitate into the air, and Trixie plays it off as her own telekinetic ability, impressing the crowd. However, when she plays off the magic, something very different happens to her clothes.

“Strip Street Magic with Trixie!”

On outside of the Canterlot City, Trixie Lulamoon stands on the sidewalk outside the Carousel Boutique. She has switched her everyday outfit for a deep blue dress and matching top hat, the latter sporting a yellow band and blue-violet feathers. Over the dress is a formal coat, lighter in hue, whose tails reach down to the hem. Both its trim and the epaulets at the shoulders match the hatband, and the sleeves are bedecked with pale yellow stars. Blue-violet stockings reach up past her knees, and she wears blue high-heeled shoes set with lighter bows marked by yellow stars. Resting on the concrete around her are five items: a bouquet of roses, a deck of playing cards, an upended black top hat, a wand, and a box all set up on a table for the “saw a person in half” trick. Spike’s head protrudes from one end.

“Today, the Great and Powerful Trixie is here to blow your feeble minds with some serious magic.” She sweeps hat off, donning it again.

Cut to a long shot of her on the end of this, seen from across a busy street, then cut to Spike.

“Yeah…uh, Trixie, everyone believes that you’re great and powerful.” He said uneasily. Zoom out quickly; Trixie now stands behind the box. “You don’t have to prove it!”

“Don’t worry, I got this.” Trixie lifts a sword.

She poises the blade halfway down its length, preparing to chop it in two.

“I’m worrying! I’m worrying!” Spike said scary and closes his eyes.

The camera cuts briefly to a slowly thickening knot of baffled spectators during this line, then back to the young illusionist on its end as she brings the sword down.

“Magic, don’t fail me now. Abraca—” Before metal can touch wood, though, a sparkly aura brings it to a sudden halt. Trixie can only boggle at the feat, and her perplexity grows as the weapon is lifted away, taking her arms with it, and all her props except for the box float up from the sidewalk. Awed murmurs drift from the o.s. audience, the items following the movements of the sword as it shifts here and there. “—dabra? Ah!” She smiles and waves her sword overhead; items spin in a circle around her. “Ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes on the Great and Powerful Trixie’s astounding power of telekinesis!”

The box rises and floats away unnoticed on the end of this, and the murmurs turn into full-blown cheers. Cut to the onlookers—with Twilight Sparkle now standing at their rear and smiling to herself as one upraised, glowing index finger describes small circles. She smirks across the way, having decided to liven up the show and get her dog off the firing line with her powers, but Trixie catches on to exactly none of this, and then, Trixie Lulamoon's matching top hat, deep blue dress with a formal coat, latter sporting a yellow band and blue-violet feathers, lighter in hue, whose tails reach down to the hem and trim and the epaulets at the shoulders match the hatband, and the sleeves are bedecked with pale yellow stars, blue underwear, blue-violet stockings, and blue high-heeled shoes set with lighter bows marked by yellow stars unravells themselfs out of her entire body, leaving Trixie completely barefooted and naked without her find out or care about it.

“You’re welcome. I am all-powerful.” Naked Trixie said smiling.

Her satisfied little giggle gives way to a look of surprise due to the camera flashes that begin to pop, but she strikes a confidently smiling pose with the sword before the view snaps to black.

“Naked Twilight Under the Stars”

Author's Note

Resume: Twilight is nervous about meeting her favorite scientist: astrophysicist Rosette Nebula. Pinkie Pie tries to help Twilight approach her, but all of her attempts result in Twilight's clothes lost with her utter embarrassment.

“Naked Twilight Under the Stars”

In a night, at the Canterlot Celestial Society Members' Social, to an extreme close-up of a fruit tray on a table. Twilight Sparkle reaches into view to take a piece; on the start of the next line, cut to a longer shot of this area—one of the exhibit halls within the planetarium to which Timber Spruce took her in “Naked Star Crossed”. She and Pinkie Pie are at the table, helping themselves to fruit and cupcakes respectively, and a lively crowd has gathered for an event. Flash Sentry, Sunset Shimmer and Timber Spruce are talking among themselves amid the buzz of conversation, and everyone is kitted out in formal wear and dresses of various calibers. None of the three Rainbooms is wearing her pendant, and Pinkie has traded her usual blue bracelets for a pair of pale orange ones on each wrist.

“Thank you so much for helping me with tonight’s Canterlot Celestial Society Member Social, Pinkie Pie.” Twilight said.

“No trouble, space rubble.” Pinkie adds sprinkles to a cupcake and set it down. “Stars are like the glitter of the sky!”

A tiny poof of purple smoke drifts up—the result of her explosive-sweets ability—and Twilight’s good spirits instantly give way to a world-class case of nerves.

“I’m so nervous!” Twilight pulls out a brochure. “My favorite astrophysicist, Rosette Nebula, is here!”

Close-up of the paper on the end of this; prominently featured is a woman with pale blue-green skin, dark purple hair gathered into a bun, and medium green eyes behind black-framed spectacles. It is quickly pulled away from the camera.

“She’s so smart, and cool, and probably very funny.” She winces. “Do you think she’ll like me?

“Of course she will!” Pinkie pulls Twilight close to her.

There follows a general rush off to one side, prompting Twilight to gasp in surprise; pan quickly in that direction and stop on Rosette Nebula and the attendees flocking to her. The guest of honor is clad in an off-white turtleneck with a white collar, magenta skirt suit with lighter lapels, and dark purple high heels.

“There she is!” Close-up of the woman, autographing one fellow’s book. “Rosette Nebula!” Pan quickly back to Twilight and Pinkie. “I just have to meet her!”

“And I have to get this celestial celebration into orbit!” Pinkie winkes, drops out of sight, then pops up in extreme close-up. “WOO-HOO!!” She shakes the camera. “SPACE PARTY!!”

When she plunges o.s. this time, the view wipes behind the top edge of her hair to a long shot of the hall. Zoom in slowly for a moment, then cut to Rosette chatting with a couple of women at the snack table. Twilight watches her from several feet back, frozen in silent panic with her lower lip caught in her teeth; here comes Pinkie, about to dig into a fresh cupcake, but she stops and smiles slyly upon seeing her friend’s unease. In a move almost too fast to follow with the naked eye, the party lover has ditched the dessert, whisked over, and pushed Twilight across the floor to makes her glasses falls off of her eyes and stop just behind Rosette. The eminent scientist eats a morsel from her plate...Twilight ingnores her falling glasses, relaxes and taps Rosette’s back for attention...and then two pink hands reach down to remove Twilight's dark purple star hair scrunchie, her hair goes down and Pinkie plops a balloon hat styled to resemble Gummy on the ponytailed head. The green eyes swivel to take in this bit of unorthodox millinery, and Rosette’s amused little grin is met by Twilight’s huge stupid one and furious blush. The girl backs away as a woman steps up to speak to Rosette and Pinkie stands up into view in the fore.

“Hmmm…” She thinks to herself.

Elsewhere in the hall, a now-hatless, hair scrunchieless and glassesless Twilight catches sight of Rosette in conversation across the way, gathers her nerve, and goes into a slightly jerky approach. Pinkie nips in to watch her from behind, a fresh sneaky smile taking root on her face, and an instant later she has jumped onto the snack table to plant a…

“PARTY CANNON!!” Pinkie screams.

Twilight has no time to move before it goes off, caking her in confetti from top to toe and leaving her to blink the mess out of her eyes in close-up, Twilight Sparkle's formal dress, underwear and high-heeled shoes flys away from the window her and falls down to the garbage truck to be taking away to the junk yard on outside of planetarium. Pinkie’s satisfied little hum is heard from o.s., followed by Rosette and the guests stepping away from the pair in a longer shot as Pinkie’s glee evaporates in the face of her blunder. Cut to the woman and three guests, laughing lightly as they move off to one side, and zoom in slowly on two figures near the planetarium’s statue of Starswirl the Bearded. Timber, standing, gives a cup of punch to a seated, cleaned-up, downhearted Twilight completely blinded, barefooted and naked with her hair down and undone and pats her bare shoulder consolingly before walking off. Twilight now-dressless sighs heavily in close-up, after which the camera tilts up quickly to Pinkie gazing concernedly down at her from the statue’s shoulder. The pink teen glances toward the sculpted face and thinks hard; after a moment, her eyes pop and a brightly glowing light bulb winks into being next to her head—a brainstorm has struck under the magenta curls. This vanishes as she whisks down with a shiny-eyed grin; cut to ground level, where the squeaky front wheels of a food cart pull into view and stop. The camera shifts to frame its cargo—a stack of plates and a large, two-tiered cake iced with white and dark blue to resemble a starry sky and topped with model suns and planets. Pinkie stands up into view in the fore.

“ATOMIC CHOCOLATE CAAAAKE!!” She screams again.

Long shot of the hall on this last word, zooming out as eyes and feet turn her way, then cut to the cart as the guests eagerly help themselves. Pinkie carries two loaded plates over to Naked Twilight and passes one over, earning a small smile of gratitude, and the latter takes a bite in close-up.

“Mmm!” Twilight tastes the cake.

“Did you know the smell of chocolate increases brain waves and contains—” Older female voice said.

Zoom out quickly. The speaker is Rosette, who has a plate of her own and is addressing herself in Twilight’s general direction. Naked Twilight is quick to stand and continue the sentence with gusto, paying no mind whatever to Pinkie standing behind her or Timber behind Rosette. The Camp Everfree counselor flips a grin and thumbs-up to Pinkie before backing out of view on the next line—evidently these two joined forces to bring Twilight out of her funk. Pinkie has disposed of her cake and plate.

“—the neurotransmitter serotonin, which triggers relaxation and contentment.” She freezes up slightly upon realizing whose thought she has finished.

“Mmm, science-y.” Pinkie pushes her toward Rosette.

“I’m Rosette Nebula.” Rosette shakes hands with Naked Twilight.

“Oh! I’m Twilight Sparkle. It’s such an honor to meet you, well even i'm now blinded and fully naked of course.” Twilight smiles, blushes and relaxes. Fading out, as the two walk off. “Oh, I’m so interested to hear about your theories about—”

“Cake fixes everything.” Pinkie knowingles to the camera.

She winks as the view “irises out” to black, the aperture star-shaped and centered on her face.

“FOMO”

Author's Note

Resume: Rarity invites Naked Rainbow Dash to hang out at her house, but Rainbow quickly declines, saying she already has other plans, before speeding off.

“FOMO”

At the end of a Canterlot High school day on the hallway, Naked Rainbow Dash closes her locker and starts into a magic-powered barefoot sprint that takes her past Rarity, who has a backpack slung up.

“Oh!” Rarity said as Rainbow slams on the brakes. “Rainbow Dash! Would you like to come over after school today to—”

“Oh! Uh, that sounds really cool, but I can’t. I have, uh, plans.” Rainbow said trying hidding something.

“What sort of pla—” Rarity supicious.

“Just chores and stuff! Gotta go!” Rainbow rattles and rapid fire barefoot.

The ensuing high-speed peel-out barefoot leaves the fashionista properly perplexed. Cut to one of the school’s side doors, from which she emerges to the sound of an engine sputtering to life, and zoom out to frame the edge of the parking lot. Rainbow is sitting naked astride a sky-blue motorcycle striped in all the colors of her hair and has donned a helmet, and Twilight fastens one of her own in place while standing alongside.

“I’ve always wanted to do this! It’s gonna be so much fun!” Twilight said so excited.

She takes the seat behind Rainbow, and both laugh as the jock feeds gas to take them toward the street. Neither of them spares even a moment’s notice for the thunderstruck Rarity, who glowers mightily to herself and hurries after them. By the time she reaches the curb, though, they are zooming away.

“Taxi! TAXIII!!” Rarity waves to call back the way they departed.

One pulls up in a screech of tires and she climbs in the back seat.

“Follow that motorbike!” Rarity to cabbie.

As she says this, she sets her backpack on the seat, fastens her seat belt, and points ahead. The cabbie pulls away in another shriek of rubber on pavement and a screen-filling cloud of exhaust fumes. This last drifts up and out of view, the image wiping behind it to a retail area somewhere in Canterlot. Rainbow’s motorcycle is parked at the curb, but neither rider is present. The taxi pulls up on the opposite side, and one rear window rolls down to frame Rarity—now wearing a purple scarf knotted over her hair, matching sunglasses, and a highly suspicious expression. The tinted lenses go up on the forehead, the seat belt comes off, and a pair of binoculars is brought into play. Cut to her perspective, panning to Twilight and Naked Rainbow Dash as they step out of a grocery store with several full shopping bags; both have shed their helmets. The view passes them, but swings back to follow their movement in time with a soft gasp from Rarity.

“They’re shopping without me.” Rarity said softly. Back to her; another gasp and she lowers the lenses. “I’ve never felt so betrayed in all my life!”

Up they go; back to her perspective. Now Naked Fluttershy and Sunset leave the store and join the pair, each hauling her own load of goods. Back to a flabbergasted Rarity as she lowers the binoculars again.

“No!” She got so shocked by seeing this.

“We’ll see you guys there!” Sunset to Twilight, Naked Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash.

The four shoppers begin to disperse; cut to inside the taxi. Rarity, in close-up, pulls her head in and hunches down to avoid being seen by Naked Fluttershy and Sunset as they pass.

“’ll have plenty of time to think about that.” Sunset and Fluttershy giggles.

The style-conscious teen sits up and stares after them, struggling mightily to keep her composure.

“I guess their plans don’t involve me.” Rarity removes your sunglasses, setting binoculars aside and buckles seat belt. “Driver, take me home!” Zoom out to frame the cabbie on the start of the following.

“Uh, lady, I need an address and this will cost the entire clothes yours for this, it's good for you?” Cabine said.

Rarity blushes and slumps in her seat, face clearly broadcasting her self-aimed disgust at having forgotten this rather important bit of protocol in using a taxi. Wipe to a stretch of road in a residential area; the vehicle pulls up and Rarity climbs out completely barefooted and naked, no longer carrying her backpack and even no longer wearing the head scarf, the blue shaped diamonds hairclip, the yellow and gold bracelets, the pale blue elbow-sleeved shirt, the purple skirt with her pony counterpart's cutie mark, the tense purple belt with two blue buckles, the purple underwear and the purple boots in a high wedge heel with tops covered with a single diamond.

“I guess I’ll just…be alone…naked...by myself.” Rarity said sadly.

She approaches barefoot a pair of front doors marked with blue gems that match the ones favors—this must be her home.

“While all my friends are having fun together.” Naked Rarity was now increasingly overwrought and opens a one door.

She topples backwards across the threshold. Cut to the interior of a dimly lit room, the camera placed just inside the closed door. It swings open to frame Naked Rarity, showing her gorgeous white bare body.

“Without…” Before she finishes saying, the lights snap on.

“SURPRISE!!” Other Rainbooms said loudly to Rarity.

She is completely unprepared for both this and the gentle rain of confetti that begins to patter down around her. Zoom out quickly to frame the area as her bedroom, tricked out for a celebration and populated by the gang, Spike in Fluttershy’s naked lap, and Rarity’s cat Opalescence.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RARITY!” Close-up of Rarity.

“Wha—?” She was confussed by all this, cut to the others on the next line.

“You didn’t think we’d let you spend your birthday completely naked and alone, did you?” Naked Rainbow Dash said smiling.

The others’ furtive behavior is now explained—they needed to stay clear of her in order to plan out this soiree. They gather in around their friend, Pinkie Pie plopping a party hat atop the elegant purple coiffure. Naked Rarity stammers for quite a few moments before finding her way up to a smile and a coherent word.

“Of course not, darling!” She said as Pinkie giggles. “I knew you had something up your naked sleeve from the very beginning.”

As completely divorced as these words are from reality, the others humor her with a laugh and a group hug. A blush steals over the white cheeks, the mouth under them stretching into a tremulous smile.

“Naked Festival Looks”

Author's Note

Resume: Naked Rarity hosts an internet video, with all of her friends contributing, about achieving the perfect music festival look.

“Naked Festival Looks”

At Rarity's house, a close-up of a computer monitor. The mouse cursor clicks on an icon at the left edge, bringing up a contact list headed by a picture of Rarity fully naked. A click on her entry within the list, and it is replaced by a window and sound effects to indicate that a video call is being placed. Zoom in until the window fills the screen; after a couple of rings, it gives way to a shot of the fashion-conscious teen sitting at a keyboard in her bedroom. She is wearing only her jacket; the same will be true of three of the Rainbooms and other three of the are fully naked just like Rarity when they appear next. However, she has removed her furry blue bolero jacket and set it on a headless mannequin, exposing the sleeveless design of her naked body. A few control icons line the bottom edge of the screen.

“Some say the best part of a music festival is the music. But to me…” Rarity said as she puts hands to mouth as if trying to hold in a giddy outburst, but soon gives up the effort and rises to plant one barefoot on her chair and spin where she stands. The jacket is whisked away and pulled on in the same motion. “…it’s fashion!”

The image shrinks into the top left corner of the screen, replaced by one of Applejack leaning back against a fence on the grounds of Sweet Apple Acres. A passing pig eyes her curiously as Naked Rarity gets herself under control and sits down. It is daytime here.

“An old pair of cowboy boots’ll keep you from steppin’ in a steamin’ pile of…” Applejack said and Rarity cringes. “…uh…fashion emergency.”

A grunt from the porker, and her window shrinks into an apple icon at bottom right. Now Fluttershy is seen in her bedroom completely barefooted and naked, touching up a garland of leaves and flowers in her hair that has replaced the blue-violet blossoms she wore in Musical Festival.

“If you’ve got hang-ups with hangers—” Fluttershy sets a bird’s nest filled with eggs on her head. “—look for style right outside your window.”

The eggs hatch and the emerging baby birds start cheeping.

“Oh, I believe they’re famished for fashion.” Rarity tinnies as if heard through a computer speaker.

“Well, actually, they do want me to regurgitate worms into their beaks.” Fluttershy crestfallens.

Naked Rarity, horrified, hammers at the keys until her window fills the screen again and Naked Fluttershy’s end of the call is minimized as a butterfly icon above Applejack’s.

“Innovative. Who’s next?” Rarity hastilies.

Shrink into top left; Rainbow Dash appears on the Canterlot High soccer field completely barefooted and naked too; bouncing a ball from one knee to the other. This shot picks out the placement of the stone from her geode in her bare chest, which had been hidden by the camera angles in her.

“Make sure you can move, whether you’re dancing at the festival or after a hat trick.” Rainbow said.

A barefoot backwards-flipping kick sends the black-and-white spheroid into the goal behind her, and she springs upright almost as soon as it has landed.

“TOUCHDOWN!!” Rarity tinies again.

“Uh, that’s not what it’s ca—” A tap by Naked Rarity minimizes the jock’s end into a cloud/lightning-bolt icon above Naked Fluttershy’s. Up next is Sunset Shimmer, sitting on her couch at home and wearing a pair of headphones in addition to her festival threads.

“Can’t go wrong with a classic.” Sunset said.

Shrink to a sun icon at bottom left; Pinkie Pie gets a turn now, leaning toward the camera and adjusting it in extreme close-up.

“Classic? You mean like…” She backs away, showing her own bedroom—with a party cannon sitting in the middle of the floor. A hard yank on the rope extending from the breech tilts its barrel up toward the ceiling. “…confetti?!?” Pinkie fires off a blast, surprising Rarity; stand up to full height. “Confetti everywhere!” Contented sigh. “Classic Pinkie Pie.”

Her purple-haired friend lets out an alarmed squeak as the paper bits unexpectedly rain down on her end, leaving her with a badly disheveled coiffure that she has to pat back into place.

“Oops! Sorry!” Pinkie apologies Rarity.

Now her end drops back to a three-balloon icon above Sunset’s, yielding to a shot of Twilight Sparkle standing in a lab completely blinded, barefooted and naked with her hair down.

“You know what’s always in style?” Twilight openings her fanny pack. “Personal responsibility.” She pulls out items as she names them. “Earplugs for high-decibel situation [sic], a water bottle, flashlight and compass in case you get lost, the other kind of compass in case you need to draw—”

“The other kind” being the sort used in drafting and navigation to draw circles and arcs. Naked Rarity’s growing puzzlement leads her to cut the brainiac off with a keystroke, and her own window expands to fill the screen as Naked Twilight is reduced to a star-cluster icon above Pinkie.

“Aaaand there you have it, my loves. At the end of the day, it’s always in fashion to be utterly yourselves.” All six icons suddenly expand into small windows to tile both sides of the screen. The main window contracts slightly and every girl waves to the camera. “See you at the festival!” Naked Rarity tinnies.

The mouse cursor clicks on the X at the top right corner to close the window, and a tap on an icon at the bottom left corner shuts off the monitor.

“Camping Must-Haves”

Author's Note

Resume: Applejack and Rarity host an internet video about camping essentials as they prepare for an overnight music festival.

“Camping Must-Haves”

Applejack and Rarity sitting in the latter’s bedroom at home. Rarity reaches out to straighten the camera a bit—this is an online video in the making—and leans back in her chair once she has it to her liking. Applejack is wearing a white shirt with a green collar with rolled up sleeves, a blue denim skirt held by a brown belt with a red apple-shaped buckle and brown boots, she's not wearing her hat and even her blonde hair isn't tied to a low ponytail, Rarity already is naked now that her farvorite clothes and shoes are gone.

“Hello, Internet darlings! It’s your music festival muses, Rarity and Applejack here,” Applejack flips a salute. “presenting our camping must-haves.”

On these last three words, she touches her thumbs and forefingers together to form a triangle, then pulls them apart. A tent, heart, and pair of exclamation points appear between the splayed digits, then vanish in a sudden cut to the two with slightly altered postures.

“Now you’re gonna be out in the hot sun all day long.” Applejack picks up a spray bottle from the floor. “So be sure to bring plenty of sunscreen.”

“Of course, your SPF won’t be complete without a chapeau.” Rarity said.

Sun protection factor, that is. The end of this line is delivered as a voice over when the camera cuts to her standing near the window and showing off a sun hat she has donned. In a trice, she is bounding back across the room with a rolled blanket under one arm and a parasol in the other hand, to Applejack’s considerable surprise.

Rarity deploying both items. “And it should match your parasol and your blanket, of course.” She darts o.s.

“But you don’t really need all that.” Applejack said.

“And maybe a scarf.” Rarity said from o.s.

One is flung into view from her direction to tangle around the blond head; Applejack snatches it away and shoots her a dirty look.

“I can think of two must-haves for makin’ an outhouse feel like an in-house.” Applejack shows two fingers.

Close-up of two rolls of toilet paper and three bottles of green gel.

“Bring your own TP and plenty of hand sanitizer.”

A pale finger hooks the camera and drags it around to face Rarity, who shows off two bottled products in quick succession.

“Be sure to include one or two all-natural moisturizers.” Rarity voices over.

Cut to her, pointing out a few other beauty items stacked on a side table.

“It never hurts to have a whole set.” She puts them on the floor by Applejack’s supplies.

“You can’t go three days without ’em?” Applejack irks.

“Oh, I’ll fit them in, darling. I’ll just tuck them in next to the cushioned seat cover, air-freshening candle set, and four-panel privacy screen.” Rarity hust back and forth, adding items to the pile.

This last is unfolded to present an image of Opal, prompting Applejack to voice an irritated sigh and pivot herself and the camera away from her friend.

“And finally,” She rummags under chair, hefting a rolled sleeping bag. “you’ll need a sleepin’ bag for a few hours of shut-eye.” Rarity leans into view, in extreme close-up.

“Plus pillows!” She singsongs.

Cut to her sitting on the couch naked over by one wall; she shows off each type as it is mentioned incluing her gorgeous naked body and bare feet as a bonus.

“Travel pillows, body pillows, accent pillows, throw pillows, bolster pillows,” Cut to Opal making herself comfortable on one. “hypo-allergenic pillows…” Back to Applejack, now supremely fed up and no longer holding the sleeping bag.

“And where are you plannin’ to put all them pillows?” Applejack asked.

She is not a bit prepared to hear her opposite number grunting with exertion and dragging the room’s four-poster canopy bed inch by inch across the floor.

Rarity responds between grunts. “Just…” After a few more heaves, she stops to catch her breath.

“Excuse me! What happened to bringin’ only our must-haves?” Applejack said irritated.

“This is a one-of-a-kind bespoke four-poster bed.” Rarity grabs one of its posts, sliding pitifully down. “I absolutely must have it!”

Applejack manages to limit her exasperation to a pinch at the bridge of her nose.

“Campin’s about makin’ do with what you got. It’s about breakin’ off a stick to roast marshmallows, or rustlin’ up pine needles for deodorant!” Applejack pivots away, pulling camera along.

Rarity stands on up the end of this tirade, then moves up to sit next to her and drape an bare arm across the white shirt rolled up shoulders.

“But, darling, we’re not camping.” Rarity said.

“Huh?” Applejack gets confussed what Rarity is talking about.

Now the naked fashionista’s fingers spin the camera to put them out of view and point out the window. Parked on the lawn is a motor home of some magnitude—white walls, purple roof, blue/gold trim.

“We’re glamping!” She said from o.s.

A portmanteau of “glamour” and “camping,” that is. One side panel flips up; tree stumps fall out to create a circle of seats and a flattop grill table lands in their center. Skewers are next to fall, leaning against the edges so that the marshmallows spitted on their upper ends are in a perfect position to start toasting when the grill switches itself on. The vehicle’s horn plays a merry tune as multicolored lights play over the bodywork, after which Rarity whips the camera back to herself and Applejack. There follows a long silence, during which the farmer’s startled air shifts to one of smiling acceptance.

“Well, I think I’m gonna like glaimpin’.” Applejack said happily.

Rarity winks, the aperture shaped as a lozenge-cut gem and centered on her face.

“How to Backstage”

Author's Note

Resume: Sunset Shimmer gains a V.I.P. pass to the music festival's backstage area and uses Twilight Sparkle's selfie drone to film a tour of the various rooms.

“How to Backstage”

Sunset Shimmer on a covered outdoor stage and zoom in slowly. She is alone except for a security guard, and a couch stands near the entrance to the backstage area on one side. She is wearing a dark gray leather jacket with magenta trim and a yellow-orange chevron stripe on each sleeve; a sparkly, dark magenta pants with her cutie mark down one leg and rolled-up cuffs; a shirt shading from yellow-orange at the collar down to deeper orange at the waist and marked by a grid of red triangles; a magenta/yellow-orange hiking boots; a pendant stone serving as a belt buckle. Bracelets and wristbands of varied hue, style and quantity are in abundance among the seven, Sunset kneels over a drone to make a few adjustments. Once done, she stands up and the device rises toward her eye level; cut to its camera-eye perspective of her, which frames the badge hanging on a lanyard around her neck. She waits to speak until the autofocus has kicked in.

Sunset waves to the drone. “Hey, everybody! Sunset Shimmer here, your MVP with the BTS look at the VIP life. Translation?” Holds up badge. “I got a backstage pass!”

“BTS” = “behind the scenes.” The drone follows her past staff members as she approaches a lounge area well back from the hubbub.

“Need a break?” She anwsers.

Zoom in quickly on some of the hanging light fixtures, then out to frame the entire space as she walks in. Tables and chairs, a few of them occupied with people taking a break; U-shaped counter set with snacks, drink dispensers, giveaway items, and decorative plants. Sunset grins to the camera before it shifts to highlight the bags and boxes; she pops up in the fore.

“First perk of the VIP treatment? Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag!” She slowing pan across the items; she continues o.s. “I’m talking foreign chocolate, instant cameras, noise-canceling headphones…”

She reaches into view and takes a bag on this last; cut to her reaching inside, eagerness slowly giving way to befuddlement.

Sunset pulls out a pair of socks. “…or…socks.” Drops the bag; drum up enthusiasm. “Rock on! They must be to keep bands from getting cold feet.” She makes a lame chuckle. “I guess I’ll just, uh…put them on!”

Another chuckle precedes her lurching, off-balance attempt to do so while standing up.

“VIP coming through!” Sunset said.

And then she says hello to the floor. Cut to her walking through a different passage and toward a doorway, still seen through the drone’s camera.

“Check it out! The world-famous green room where all the bands hang out before the show! Any guesses on who we’ll see?”

The view shifts away from the drone’s view to within the entrance as she steps in (now barefoot, wearing nothing and no boots) and it hovers behind her to capture the moment. A few bits of gear are laid out here and there, along with a couch off to one side, and a road crew member is keeping an eye on the proceedings. Sunset stops short, mouth falling open in shock; cut to her perspective, panning slowly across the area. More roadies are attending to instruments and lighting setup.

“Are you kidding me?” Back to Sunset. “This…is…amazing!”

Camera-eye perspective; she steps into view as one fellow adjusts a microphone.

“You’re looking at the guy who invented pickup-only reverb!” Sunset said, he gives her a thumbs-up; now she steps toward a lighting technician on a ladder. “Ever wonder who does Post Crush’s light show?” Focus shifts to this one. “She runs a four-gel hot swap!”

The focus returns to Sunset in time for an excited scream.

“This is the best day of my life!” She said excited as the tech shows up again.

“Did you want to meet the band?” Lighting tech said.

The yellow-orange teen turns wonderingly away from the ladder. Cut to a close-up of the bottom of a flight of steps, not seen through the drone’s camera, as three pairs of legs descend. A zoom out frames one man and two women looking on with cocked-eyebrow smiles. The band has just entered the building. One of the women, a blonde, speaks up with an unusually deep voice.

“Cool feet.” Blonde said as she looks at Sunset Shimmer's yellow-orange bare feet.

Sunset laughs as the lighting tech climbs down and the drone circles around the group.

“Thanks.” She slights embarrassed, holding up her cell phone. “Can I get a picture?”

All three members strike poses, but are not quite prepared for her to hand the phone to the male member and back up. They laugh, and she lets out a giddy little squeal while clustering in with the roadies—four in all—and the drone. A shutter click and flash, and the camera zooms out slowly from the resulting photo, rotating slightly at the same time.

“And that’s how you backstage.” Sunset voices over.

“Wake-Up Naked!”

Author's Note

Resume: On the morning of the Starswirled Music Festival, most of the Equestria Girls are awake, but some of them are quite groggy because of Pinkie Pie's all-night drumming, and Sunset Shimmer is still fast asleep. Applejack have an idea on how to wake her up.

“Wake-Up Naked!”

At Rarity’s motor home, it is parked on the campground set up for attendees of the Starswirled Music Festival and she, Twilight Sparkle, and Rainbow Dash are sitting on the stumps that form a ring in the nearby grass. All three are fully naked but barely conscious, the morning has just begun, and the camera zooms in slowly before cutting to a close-up of Applejack as she emerges from the forest bordering the site, a stack of firewood balanced on one shoulder. She is dressed with her festival outfit (A white dress with flowered hem and red apple clip at the neckline; brown boots marked with red apples; sunglasses with transparent green apple-shaped lenses; brown hat edged with green puffs; short denim jacket with rolled-up sleeves and yellow fringe at the pockets) and wide awake.

“Mornin’, everyone!” Applejack hands drum rhythm is heard from o.s. “Did y’all find a way to sleep through that drum circle carryin’ on all night?”

Cut to the source of the groove, Pinkie Pie seated on a stump, also fully kitted out for the day and pattering merrily at one of two drums set before her. After a few more beats, she stops with a look of surprise.

“Oh! Did that keep you guys up?” Pinkie said.

Questioning looks from Applejack and Rainbow, the latter yawning and stretching.

“Every last one of us.” Rainbow said.

“Hey! Where’s Sunset?” Pinkie looks around herself and stands. “Oh, I bet she’s already up and dressed and holding us stage-front spots!”

Referring to the pair’s stated intent to see the duo Post Crush perform. Cut to an extreme close-up of an utterly zonked-out Sunset Shimmer, lying on her back in her pajamas and snoring to beat the band as a runnel of drool works its way from one corner of her mouth. A longer shot puts her in her sleeping bag on the window-side bunk she used during that special; Applejack, Pinkie, and Rainbow stand watching her, the farmer no longer toting the firewood.

“Oh. She’s not doing that at all.” She said.

“That all-night was more all-nightier than she thought.” Rainbow said.

“Five more minutes, Princess Celestia…I don’t want to go to magic school…” Sunset mumbles in sleep.

“Hoo boy. If we don’t wake her up and get her brain defogged, she’ll sleep through all the fun stuff.” Applejack said worry.

“Fun stuff’s her favorite stuff!” Pinkie gasps horrified.

All three begin pondering the situation very intently; she is the first to speak up.

“I got an idea!” Applejack thinks in her mind.

Fade in to Sunset, who comes to with a surprised grunt/strip as the sleeping bag and her purple shirt with the same cutie mark and a red collar, purple pants with yellow and orange stripes on the bottom pant legs, purple slippers, black underwear is yanked away. She rises to her knees completely naked now and aims a bleary glare at Applejack, the perpetrator.

“Come on, lazybones.” Applejack drops the covers and Sunset's pajamas. “Sun’s up ahead, which means we’re already behind.”

Cut to a slow pan across the exterior of the motor home as she shoves a most unwilling Sunset into view from behind the rear end. A pile of stones rests near the front, and a shovel stands with the tip of it's blade driven into the dirt.

“Can’t have a pancake breakfast without a fire pit!” Applejack passes Sunset an armload of firewood.

“Say what, now?” Sunset said confussed.

“It’s just common sense. What’s the point of campin’ out if you ain’t cookin’ out? Now hup to!” Applejack digges.

Dissolve to the sun rising over the mountains at the horizon, the sky tinged pink and gold from its emergence, and cut to Sunset lugging a stone across the grass instead of the wood Applejack gave her. Others have been placed in layers to form a circular structure with an open center, the fire pit Applejack has in mind and she sets hers in place.

“Whoo! Have you been, uh…doing stuff like this…every morning?” Sunset stops for a short of breath.

“Of course! What, did you think room service came around settin’ up our campsite for the day?” Applejack piles up an wood.

Sunset sits, leaning against the fire pit wall.

Sunset digs a rock from behind her back. “I mean, I wouldn’t put it past Rarity to bring a private chef.” Smiles and tosses it away. “She did fill the mini-fridge with sushi and parfaits.”

“And who do you think was rollin’ all that sushi?” Applejack points to herself.

Her smirk is met by a good-natured eye roll from the heavy sleeper. Dissolve to all the Rainbooms save Twilight helping themselves to pancakes out here; Spike is with them, Sunset is now dressed, and the sky has advanced past sunrise.

“Mmm…” Sunset chews and chuckles.

“Big Mac always says nothin’ starts the day off like a little bit of hard work.” Applejack said, the egghead is now out, full plate in hand.

“He does?” Twilight, Fluttershy, Pinkie, Rainbow, Rarity baffles.

Cut to said older brother, seated at a picnic table with coffee mug in hand.

“Ee-yup!” Big Macintosh sips, zoom out to put Applejack/Sunset in the fore.

“Well, not in so many words.” Applejack said to her older brother.

The aperture apple-shaped and centered on Big Macintosh tipping a wink to the camera.

“Lost and Pound”

Author's Note

Resume: While checking out the various food trucks at the Starswirled Music Festival, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Rarity, and Spike run into a lost and mud-covered puppy⁠—later identified as Princess Thunder Guts. Fluttershy offers to help the dog, and she chooses one of Twilight's friends to follow.

“Lost and Pound”

In a busy area lined with food trucks during the day. Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, and Rarity walk by, the bespectacled girl studying a map; they are closely trailed by Spike, who wears the glittery, gem-studded, purple peaked cap he got from Rarity.

“Wow! These food trucks have such clever gimmicks!” Twilight said while reading. ““Weak in the Cheese”…“Avocado’s Constant”…“Money for Waffles and Chicken’s Not for Free Either”…” She and Fluttershy stop.

“Lasagna Pop”?” Fluttershy puzzles and reads with her.

“Okay, most have clever names. It’s like they stopped trying after “Bye, Focaccia.”” Twilight said.

The sight of Flash Sentry biting into a chunk of lasagna impaled on a stick gives them pause.

“Now I’ve seen everything.” Fluttershy understands.

“Where’s Lasagna Pop? Where’s Lasagna…” Spike intentles and darte across the grass.

He does not notice the fluffy, mud-splotched violet female poodle in his path until it is too late. She wears a light blue collar marked by a pink heart, and a few flecks of glitter have been worked into her coat. The collision sends Spike tumbling to the feet of Twilight and Fluttershy with a yell, he looks up in time to catch a scared little whine from the other pooch.

“Ohhh…” Fluttershy gentles, Rarity checks her phone worriedly. “are you lost, little girl?”

The dog gasps softly floating down from the o.s. Fluttershy, then back to her and Rarity.

“She needs our help.” She said worried.

“And…” Rarity looks at the animal again; she continues o.s. “...perhaps a bath.”

Fluttershy extends a hand. “Oh, come on, little one.” The dog’s perspective; she has knelt down. “We’ll help you.”

Spike puts his head up to one side, jowls frozen in a look of pure befuddlement. Back to the muddy poodle, who pants, cocks her head, yips happily and makes a beeline for Rarity, much to Fluttershy’s surprise. Rarity has pocketed her phone.

“Oh! No, no…hey, down! Hey…oh.” Rarity sputters, trying/failing to fend her off.

Quite a bit of the filth has made its way onto her own person by this point.

“Oh, I suppose you can follow me to the show, just so long as you don’t…” She trails off into a cry of surprise as the violet ball of fluff leaps into her arms. “...do something like that?”

Now she gets a cheerful lick on the cheek that leaves her scrambling to get a coherent word out, dropping the animal, and trying to flee the scene all at once.

“Excuse me! Pardon!” Rarity said, her 3 cut-out blue shaped diamonds hair-clip got off and she undones her ponytail, witch her hair it is now down as she bumps into people. The dog gives chase.

Twilight just stares mutely after the debacle, map no longer in hand, but Fluttershy giggles merrily.

“She thinks it’s a game!” Fluttershy calling after Rarity, as Twilight smiles. “Run, Rarity, run!”

“Pardon!” Rarity's short-sleeved bolero jacket in light blue fur goes off by Rarity as she knocks two boys over without seeing it; the pursuit ranges past the lounge tent.

“Love your cufflinks…Sorry, did I step on you?” Rarity said to a few people as she passes and her light blue high heels with stacked sole got also slipped off of her feet, running bare tights now.

She homes in on a photo booth, currently being used by Bulk Biceps and Derpy Hooves. Each camera flash shifts the image to a freeze frame of an increasingly strip chaotic scene. Rarity crowding into the booth with them…the dog’s arrival prompting her to let her sparkly dress in zigzag stripes of pink, blue-violet, blue, and blue-green, with a gold panel on the blouse decorated by a cluster of gems in assorted blues along with her neon purple geode of shielding pendant in her wrist being removed by the hands of Bulk Biceps and Derpy Hooves to dive away only with a underwear and tights on, and knock the two teens helter-skelter…Rarity fleeing out the opposite side of the booth, Bulk on the floor with Rarity's dress, and the dog on Derpy’s head…Derpy pitching to the floor with the geode of shielding on amid Bulk’s flailing legs and a few blots of mud left by the departed Rarity and pursuer.

One more flash shifts the view to just inside one entrance of the Neon Garden hedge maze. A badly winded Rarity sprints in and around a corner, nearly losing her footing in the turn, and takes refuge within one of the expansive topiaries witch results her medium pink tights got taken off by him and being now stucked on inside.

“Phew!” She allows herself a tentative giggle.

But has to bite it back almost immediately when the violet nightmare’s nose and drooling tongue extend slowly from the dense leaves toward her cheek. Sweat begins to roll down her white face.

“Huh?” Rarity gets horrified softly by seeing that.

Cut to outside the Neon Garden; she bursts out through the greenery completely barefoot and naked with a shrill scream and dashes o.s., the dog knocking a hole of its own to get after her. Leaves her pruple underwear inside of the Neon Garden and twigs are now matted into her hair.

“No! You don’t have to…” Rarity makes another yell from o.s.; cut to her, now sobbing as she runs. “...love me!”

She vaults over a string of velvet ropes and tumbles headfirst through the curtains just beyond; cut to the other side as she crashes to the floor and sits up with a woozy moan. A bark snaps her back to her senses, and she finds the relentlessly happy canine panting at her from close range and tensing to pounce. Rarity hits the deck with a cry just in time to avoid the flying tackle; cut to Supernova as the dog leaps into her grip. She is wearing a sparkly pink feather boa in addition to her usual outfit.

“Princess Thunder Guts!” Supernova said overjoyed.

She squeals as a totally flummoxed Rarity rises to her bare knees and takes in the scene. Blue eyes flick between a poster on a stand, which depicts Supernova and her bandmate Kiwi Lollipop, along with the hair-bow logo that adorns the side of their tour bus, and the reunited pet and owner.

“Huh?” Rarity stammers and points to Princess Thunder Guts. “You belong to Su-Z? From P…” Cut to her perspective of Supernova and Thunder, soon joined by Kiwi. “…Post Crush?”

Longer shot of the area: a backstage lounge for the band and support personnel. Rarity is now standing more or less upright.

“I…” She babbling for a moment as she cover her naked body with her hands very embarrassed. “…we’re all such big fans.”

“She found my dog!” Supernova laughs as she points Rarity out to others.

A round of cheers for the frazzled teen make Rarity comfortable now.

“Oh, how can I ever repay you?” Supernova said happily.

A moment’s pondering prompts her to remove the boa from her shoulders; cut to Rarity as it is draped around hers covering her breasts.

“Oh! A genuine fashion-forward throwback feather boa! For me?” Rarity composes herself. “I mean, uh, I will try and find something to go with it.”

Supernova from o.s. holds Princess into view. “Say thanks, Princess.” A big sloppy lick on Rarity’s cheek.

“You’re welcome.” Rarity said repulsed.

The aperture square-shaped, tilted onto one corner, and centered on her face. Four white sparkles flicker around it.

“Accountibilinakebuddies”

Author's Note

Resume: During the Dirk Thistleweed concert at the Starswirled Music Festival, Applejack gets stripped and her foot stomped while dancing at the front of the crowd, and Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie help her get away from the crowd. She tells her friends to go back and enjoy the concert without her, but they refuse to let her miss the concert by herself, and one of them offers to be her "accountibilinakebuddy".

“Accountibilinakebuddies”

In the main stage during the day. A country duo on keyboard and violin has drawn a loud, happy crowd, and Applejack begins working her way up through their ranks.

“Almost to the front! Come on, y’all! Do the Catwalk Stomp!” Applejack said.

The girl nearest her takes this encouragement just a bit too seriously, putting her hand on Applejack's short denim jacket with rolled-up sleeves and yellow fringe at the pockets, ripping it off her torso, keep it for herself and bringing her heel squarely down on one booted foot (Applejack's foot) with a crunch. Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash have pulled in a bit closer.

“Yow!” She pauses. “I’m okay, so long as no one else...”

She never gets to finish that sentence, as the crowd goes way over neare her without see what they're really doing and does the same think: they undones her low ponytail by take her red hair tie off of her long blonde hair (leaving her blonde hair loose) and rips Applejack's sunglasses with transparent green apple-shaped lenses, brown hat edged with green puffs, white dress with flowered hem and red apple clip at the neckline, red underwear and brown boots marked with red apples off of her entire body.

“Yow!” She got confussed, smiles and hides her embarrassment. “I-I mean... it's nothing than a little agitation do not solve, right?”

Applejack now completely naked tries to hide her bare light orange body with her long hair loosed along with her hands as Bulk dances his way over and mashes the same appendage under one heel. The screen flashes briefly to an X-ray image of her lower leg and the newly fractured bones in its foot while leaving Bulk’s unaffected. From here, cut to a close-up of his broad, shirtless chest as Naked Applejack’s scream of pain rings out loud and clear. He moves off, oblivious to the injury he has just inflicted and leaving Applejack, Pinkie, and Rainbow in view.

“Maybe I oughta mosey outta the line of stompin’.” The naked blonde said as balances on her good barefoot and clutches the broken one.

The other two each lend an arm for support. Dissolve to them easing her onto a tree stump well back from the stage.

“Y’all head back. No reason you gotta miss the up-front-ness on account of me.” Naked Applejack said, cutting to Rainbow.

“Oh, we aren’t letting you miss Dirk Thistleweed and be all alone fully naked.” Rainbow Dash said, gesturing toward stage.

From o.s. “Yeah!” Pinkie Pie said and pan to frame her. “It’s against the Fun Times Festival Friends Partner Pal Credo to go off without an accuontibilinakebuddy!”

“Aw, y’all are the best.” Applejack smiles and then thinks. “Hmmm…”

Cut to her perspective of these two, Snips strolling past behind them and sporting a floppy, gaudily striped/decorated top hat.

“…who should I ask to come with me?”

She stops short, mildly flummoxed at these words. Back to her, weighing the issue carefully.

“Hmmm…”

Green eyes shift from one to another.

Snap to Naked Applejack and Pinkie Pie, the latter now sitting on the grass. A third performer has joined the duo onstage to play acoustic guitar.

“Thanks for hangin’ with me, Pinkie.” She sighs gloomily. “I-I’m sure we’ll find some other way to see Dirk Thistleweed…someday.” Pinkie shoots to her feet.

“Wait a minute.” Pinkie turns Applejack’s face to her own. “Today is someday! I’m gonna make sure you still get to see Dirk Thistleweed...” Sneaks; zoom in slowly. “...with a crazy plan that’s crazy like a fox. And it’s so "fox" that it might just work! Come on, crazy!”

She peels out in a cloud of dust which makes her own yellow-laced pink sneakers sliding off of her feet on purpose, then returns baresocked after a moment’s delay at a more sedate pace.

“Oh, right. Bad foot. Can’t run.” Pinkie lifting Applejack’s injured bare leg and drop it. “Got it!”

A second high-speed bug-out is followed by her appropriation of a wheelbarrow, the dumping of Applejack into same, and an energetic carting away of the patient. Cut to an extreme close-up of a steep uphill slope, the solitary wheel trundling up in fits and starts to the tune of Pinkie’s labored grunts and heaves, then to a most apprehensive Applejack.

“Uh, Pinkie, it’s... it’s not a big deal. We can just go back down the hill.” She said; Zoom out to frame both.

“No! You... are... seeing... Dirk... Thistleweed!” Baresocks Pinkie Pie said trying hard.

She gains the hilltop and tips Applejack forward to the grass naked on the end of this, then lets the wheelbarrow topple onto its side and flops across it with an utterly spent groan. Cut to just behind Applejack’s bare shoulder and zoom in slowly on the stage, which she can now see clearly from one side up here, then back to her.

“Oh, my gravy!” Naked Applejack smiles broadly and makes a soft gasp. “This is amazing!” Glancing to one side. “Pinkie Pie, you’re the best!”

Confusion registers on her face as the camera zooms out to show that the magenta-haired goofball is nowhere to be seen. She checks a few other angles, but comes up dry until her attention shifts back to the stage and the added guitarist being pushed up to its edge by Pinkie.

“CAN YOU SEE HIM NOW, APPLEJACK?” Pinkie said loudly.

This can only be Dirk Thistleweed, then. A security guard seizes the opportunity to nail her with a flying tackle which it makes Pinkie's fluffy yellow socks slides themselfs off of her feet and falls into the stage like a feather; both go sailing off the stage and into the crowd, but Pinkie Pie now baretights laughs as they bounce her overhead. Naked Applejack offers a slightly strained grin and wave at her friend’s overenthusiastic effort to make her happy.

Now after the Pinkie's help, snaps to a long shot of Naked Applejack and Snips sitting at a table well away from the stage and zoom in slowly. They are side by side, but turned just a few degrees to face away from one another, and he lets his short legs dangle over the edge of the bench.

“It’s kind of weird, don’t you think? Pickin’ me when both your real friends offered to be with you?” Snips said.

“You looked so lonely without Snails.” Applejack said.

Snips removes angrily and throws down his hat. “Hmph! That name means nothing to me!” Sighs regretfully. “I don’t get it. I told him I lost my earplugs and then he just…abandoned me!”

“Well, at least we have each other.” She pats his shoulder

“It just stinks not to have a friend around, you know?” Snips leaves table, retrieves his hat.

“I-I’m sayin’...” Before she finishes.

“I’m all alone.” He said; increasingly worked up.

She said annoying. “I’m literally right next to you.” Cut to Snips.

“Just me, myself, and...” A testy throat-clearing from Naked Applejack; she shoots him a quizzical look, and Snips comes out of the pity party with a tentative smile. “Y-Y-You want to be my new best friend?”

“I-I’m not sure if I...” Applejack scratches back of head.

“Oh, o-oh, y…I-I…I understand.” He says sadly.

“All right! I’ll be your best friend...” She sighs resignedly.

“SNAILS!!” Snips runs past her, instantly perked up.

He pulls his hat on and embraces his fellow dimwit, who has just arrived at the tables.

“You came back!” Snips said happily.

“What do you mean, Snips? I’ve been lookin’ everywhere for you! ” Snails said.

Zoom out slightly as Dirk walks up to the boys, carrying a stack of folded clothes.

“Dirk Thistleweed?” Applejack said surprissed as her mind blowns.

“You guys know Snails?” Dirk laughs. “He’s the funniest fella I ever done met!”

Cut to Applejack, stunned naked far beyond the capacity for speech, and back on the start of the next line.

“Do the thing. Do the thing!” Dirk's voice catching excitedly.

“The thing” turns out to be Snails making flatulent noises by means of a hand shoved into his armpit. He, Snips, and Dirk laugh themselves silly over the old gag, the singer dropping his load of laundry, while Naked Applejack tries and fails to make any kind of sense out of what she has just witnessed.

Dirk then asks while blushing happily by seeing Applejack completely naked with her long blondie hair loose. “Hey, uh, considerin’ y’all’s friends with the greatest artistic genius of our generation...” Cut to the three teens; he continues o.s. “...why don’t y’all join me backstage?”

Now Naked Applejack gets her face working again and smiles right along with the two clowns. Dissolve to a long overhead shot of the main stage and its cheering crowd and zoom in slowly. Dirk is now performing on acoustic guitar with the violinist and keyboard player seen in the opening, and Applejack, Snips, and Snails are watching from the wings, she stretched out on a couch naked, the two boys on their feet. Dirk winks at the trio.

“Never leave me alone again!” Snips hugs Snails so happily by see him again.

“Still right here.” Applejack miffs, waving vainly for attention.

“Iris out” to black, centered on her face.