With an excited scream, Scootaloo emerged from the ocean, splashing water all over Sweetie Belle and Silver Spoon. Sweetie ignored her, standing calmly in knee-deep water, while Silver tried to dodge her, tripped, and fell into the water with an even louder splash.

“Watch out, you moron!” Silver exclaimed, getting up. “That’s a new swimsuit!”

“Aren’t they supposed to get wet?” Scootaloo looked at her own swimsuit, a black, two-piece outfit. The bra was somewhat too big for her and since they were on a rather secluded part of the beach, she considered dropping it altogether; her boobs were more on an aerodynamic side and if she stuffed some socks in her panties, she could be mistaken for a scrawny boy rather than a bratty eighteen-year-old girl.

“That’s an expensive cheongsam swimsuit,” Silver Spoon replied, her face red.

“So it’s Chinese?” Scootaloo asked. “This can’t be expensive. Or even if it is, then you can’t swim in it, so it’s useless as a swimsuit. I don’t get it.”

“It’s not for swimming, it’s for showing off!” Diamond Tiara exclaimed. She was lying on a blanket in a frilly, two-piece swimsuit which looked like the combined weight of all the ruffles and fancy bows on it would pull her underwater had they got soaked.

“Showing off?” Scootaloo blew a raspberry. “Boring!”

“Well, you don’t have much to show off, unlike some of us.” Diamond Tiara pulled the strap of her bra idly.

Scootaloo pointed at Silver Spoon. “She doesn’t either. She’s so flat you could land a plane on her chest.”

“Maybe, but in such a case you’re the plane,” Sweetie Belle said. “A two-dimensional one.”

“Nobody asked you for an opinion, your boobs will soon be bigger than your huge stupid brain, five-head.” Scootaloo replied. “Apple Bloom, you tell them. My boobs are bigger than Silver’s, aren’t they?”

“Ah barely notice they exist.” Apple Bloom looked at her own chest. “Ah don’t care ‘bout other girls’ boobs as long as mine are bigger than Tiara’s.”

“They’re not,” Diamond Tiara muttered.

“Who cares, mine are the biggest anyway,” said Babs Seed, whose huge, freckled honkers were on their way to develop their own gravity field. So far it was pretty successful in attracting Scootaloo, who felt that, if Apple Bloom's assertions that lezzing out being a sin were correct, then hell was probably a lot sexier than heaven.

“I can confirm,” Scootaloo said. “I caught a glimpse in the changing room and they’re bigger than my aunt’s boobs.”

Babs groaned. She wasn’t exactly gay, but unlike her somewhat more repressed cousin, she didn’t mind getting a bit scootasexual from time to time; still, she had a feeling that the vibrations from some of Scootaloo’s most powerful sex toys had given the poor girl permanent brain damage.

“And this is why no one wants to be in the changing room with ya,” Apple Bloom said.

Scootaloo came out of the water, shaking the droplets off. “Is it because I told you that the curtain matches the drapes?”

Apple Bloom blushed. “Among other things.”

“Good.” Scootaloo walked closer to Diamond Tiara’s blanket and dropped her undies down to her ankles. Then she squatted, presenting her thin yet muscular butt to Diamond, who furrowed her eyebrows and lifted her sunglasses.

With a loud hiss, Scootaloo started peeing, her pee hitting the sand and digging a small hole in it. The rivulets started to crawl around the sand away from the main puddle.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Diamond Tiara exclaimed, yanking her blanket out of the way of the growing puddle.

“What?” Scootaloo asked, not even bothering to stop peeing. “I always have to go after swimming.”

Diamond stood up, her cheeks flushing red. “But why right in front of me?” she asked. “There are toilets back near the changing rooms!”

“Which are about a mile away because someone didn’t want Snips and Snails to peek on her.” Scootaloo rolled her eyes and looked at the steady stream of piss flowing out of her. “I told you I could kick their asses.”

“Yeah, that’s how we wanted to start a nice beach afternoon,” Sweetie Belle said. “With you sending Snails to the hospital again.”

“At least he won’t be able to reproduce after the last time.” Scootaloo shrugged, shaking off the last droplets of piss, and stood up, looking at the puddle she’d made seeping into the sand. “Does anyone have a tissue?”

“You should never reproduce either,” Diamond Tiara muttered. “Oh great, I stepped in it! It’s on my foot!”

“Shut up,” Scootaloo said, pulling up her panties. “I can lick it off, if this bothers you.”

“Not as much as you wanting to lick my feet bothers me,” Diamond Tiara replied, rubbing her stomach. “Oh great, now I have to go too.”

“Same,” Sweetie Belle said. “Do we go to the toilets?”

Diamond Tiara looked around. “They’re about a mile away… Whose stupid idea was to come here?”

“Yours,” Silver Spoon said.

“I didn’t need your opinion, Silver,” Diamond Tiara hissed through gritted teeth.

“You can just go here, like me,” Scootaloo said. “By the way, Silver, have you ever licked Tiara’s feet?”

Silver Spoon blushed. “... no,” she replied.

“Would you like to?”

“Yes,” Silver Spoon whispered; no one really heard it as it was at this precise moment that Diamond Tiara decided to choose violence. Or at least passive resistance – she walked to Scootaloo and pushed her away, causing her to trip and fall into the wet sand. Then, Diamond Tiara removed her frilly panties, revealing her perky pink butt and a pussy adorned with a tuft of neatly-trimmed purple hair, complete with a white stripe.

“Nobody look,” Diamond Tiara said. “I’d piss in Scootaloo’s mouth, but that retard may like it.”

“Not quite my cup of tea,” Scootaloo replied, getting up and trying to wipe the wet sand off of her skin. “But I’ve seen Spoon’s search history, so–”

“Those are unsubstantiated rumors,” Silver Spoon replied. “I switch VPN five times a day and always use the incognito mode, so my search history is only between me and Jesus.”

“We’ll see.” Diamond Tiara squatted and dug a small hole in the sand, looking at Scootaloo. “Some of us have standards instead of just covering the whole beach in their piss.” With these words, she loosened her muscles, letting her urine hit the sand, slowly filling the hole. Diamond moaned, her butt blushing, exposed to the looks of other girls. Silver Spoon idly rubbed the front of her swimsuit between her legs; Scootaloo cared even less – she lay on the blanket with her hand buried in her panties.

Diamond Tiara stood up, the last few drops falling off her pussy lips, and pulled up her panties. She looked at Scootaloo and winced. “I don’t know if I should feel flattered or disgusted, but that’s my blanket,” she said. “Go flick the bean somewhere else.”

“You won’t be telling me where I can flick the bean.” Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “Who even calls it that?”

“Me, for example.” Diamond Tiara turned to Silver Spoon. “You too? I’m surrounded by fucking pervs. You’re no better than Snips and Snails.”

“It’s not that,” Silver Spoon replied. “You think you and Scootaloo are so clever, with your two-piece swimsuits. How am I supposed to pee here without taking it off and, uhh… flashing my goods for everyone to see?”

“What goods?” Diamond Tiara looked at Silver Spoon’s chest. “I’m afraid that when Scootaloo inevitably pisses off the wrong person, you’ll become the Netherlands of our group.”

“Full of tulips?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Constantly high?” Scootaloo perked up, still masturbating.

Babs furrowed her eyebrows. “Stingy?”

“I know!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed. “Silver’s gonna eat the prime minister!”

Diamond Tiara facepalmed. “I mean ‘flat and depressed’, you morons.”

Silver shook her head. “You should’ve picked a flatter country, like Maldives. The Netherlands aren’t even the flattest in Europe. That’d be Lithuania, which also had a very high suicide rate, but this doesn’t change the fact that I’m gonna piss myself soon!”

“I’ll leave Lithuania for Scootaloo,” Diamond Tiara barked. “Also, what if I tickled you and watch you make this white swimsuit yellow?”

“Don’t you dare!” Silver exclaimed.

Sweetie Belle walked to Silver Spoon. “Don’t worry, it’s easy,” she said, grabbing the fabric of her purple swimsuit and moving it out of the way; just enough to uncover her hairless pussy. She didn’t squat, just spread her legs, bent her knees a little and leaned forward. Urine shot out of her at a rather high pressure, hitting the sand and spraying around, some droplets landing on her cute, little feet. Silver Spoon blushed profusely and fixed her glasses, watching the spectacle from pretty much the front row.

The golden arc of Sweetie’s pee died down a bit, the last few droplets dripping down her thigh. She put the fabric of her swimsuit back in its place and kicked the sand a few times, burying the puddle she’d made. Then she wiped her hand in her swimsuit and smiled.

“Rarity would kick the bucket if she saw yer technique,” Apple Bloom said.

“Nah, I saw her peeing on Applejack. It was no better.” Sweetie smirked. “Your turn, Silver.”

Silver gulped. She moved the fabric covering her crotch aside and blushed even deeper. She’d shaved her pussy a while ago, but forgot to do this before going to the beach and realized that her pubes were growing back in a rather unappealing fashion.

“Shy bladder?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Mhm,” Silver Spoon muttered.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” Sweetie approached Silver Spoon and stood behind her. “Do you need to pee badly?”

“Yes,” Silver Spoon replied.

Suddenly, without a warning, Sweetie tickled Silver Spoon. Well, calling it ‘tickling’ would be a delicate way to put it. Sweetie just jammed her index fingers in Silver’s sides, right above her hips. Silver gasped, a stream of urine shooting out of her, staining her hand. She let go of her swimsuit, still peeing; piss trickled down her legs, staining her pristine white swimsuit.

“You bitch!” Silver exclaimed. “I peed all over my hand! Eww…” She ran deeper into the sea and squatted, washing her hands frantically.

“Are you peeing into the water?” Sweetie asked.

“No!” Silver exclaimed.

“Yeah, sure,” Scootaloo exclaimed.

“Only a little.” Silver pointed at Sweetie. “Because she made me pee myself.”

“You baptized your swimsuit, though.” Scootaloo chuckled.

“You know what?” Apple Bloom stood up and started taking off her green, one-piece swimsuit. “Y’all are overcomplicating things.”

“This is not a nude beach,” Diamond Tiara muttered when Apple Bloom took off her swimsuit and tossed it aside, standing in front of her naked. Her boobs weren’t as big as Sweetie’s or Babs’s, but still, their freckled glory made Scootaloo moan and come right into her panties. Diamond Tiara winced, the smell of Scootacum driving her insane.

“Meh, no one in the orchard goes to the outhouse durin’ the apple season.” Apple Bloom shrugged, squatting. “Applejack an’ me are topless when it’s hot, so it’s like, we’re almost naked anyway when we gotta go.” She let out a stream of pee, smelling faintly of apples. “Have y’all seen Big Mac peein’? His dick is huge.”

“So is your bladder, it seems.” Diamond Tiara grabbed her blanket, moving it out of the way of Apple Bloom’s stream of piss.

Apple Bloom licked her lips. “I once waited for him to fall asleep in the shadow of an apple tree and sucked him off.”

Diamond Tiara winced. “For fuck’s sake… I wanted a nice afternoon without everyone peeing, Scootaloo jacking off, and you going full hick mode.”

“That’s full hick mode, ya think?” Babs asked. “Big Mac fucked me in the barn during the family reunion. I couldn’t walk for days.”

“Eww.” Diamond Tiara winced. “Why do I even hang out with you?”

Apple Bloom finished peeing and put her swimsuit back on. “Because you wouldn’t get laid otherwise?”

“I prefer getting laid with dudes,” Diamond Tiara muttered. “Also, we need to go somewhere else now. The whole place smells.”

“Wait a minute,” Babs said. “I need to go too, but it may be a bit hard.” She looked at her blue one-piece swimsuit. Unlike Sweetie’s, Apple Bloom’s, and Silver Spoon’s swimsuit, its bottom part looked more like a pair of shorts, so she couldn’t just move it aside and pee.

“Just take it off, like me,” Apple Bloom said.

“Nah,” Babs replied. “It’s a swimsuit, right? It’s meant to get wet.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” Diamond Tiara muttered, watching a dark stain growing in front of Babs’s swimsuit. Rivulets of piss found their way down the legs of the suit and trickled down Babs’s thighs. Eventually, the soaked fabric above her crotch gave way, a stream of pee shooting through it, right on Silver Spoon’s legs.

“Bullseye!” Babs exclaimed when Silver Spoon screamed, yelling a stream of abuse about Babs and her ancestors.

“Now that’s tasteless,” Sweetie Belle muttered.

“Ya know what was fuckin’ tasteless?” Babs asked. “That one time when we had a sleepover and you shat your pants on a dare.” She looked down at a huge wet spot around her crotch. “Besides, Silver peed her swimsuit too.”

“But I did it in water!” Silver exclaimed. “Now even if we find a different place, you’re still gonna smell.”

“But it feels so nice and warm…” Babs shrugged. “Okay, I’m going for a swim to wash this swimsuit. Don’t go anywhere without me. We drove my car, so I don’t think ya can.”

Diamond Tiara stood up. “I’d rather go for a walk.”

Babs smirked. “Sure, but don’t think we’ll be looking for you…”

Author's Note

Good morning, God has let me live another day and I'm about to make it everyone's problem.