Canterlot High Has A Club About What?!

by Enclave2277


Canterlot High Has A Club About What?!

Chapter 19: Canterlot High has a Club about WHAT?

Starlight Glimmer couldn't believe she was in this situation. Who shows up late to a nudist party because they couldn't figure out what to wear?! In the end, she had thrown on a black T-shirt and her purple jacket, grabbed a towel to sit on, and was currently making her way to CHS by bike.

At the club's first party, Starlight found that being in the nude was. surprisingly relaxing. After that she hadn't gotten many opportunities to try out being clothes free, and she had missed out on the last party because of her homework load, but this time she was definitely going to enjoy this party to its fullest.

She was only a block away from the school now. Starlight had heard through one of that Dinky Doo girl’s agents that Trixie was going to be performing some magic at the party. ‘It should be interesting to see a magician perform without being able to hide things up her sleeve,’ she thought to herself as she pulled up to the school. She saw a few other students coming in late, most of them looking excited with a few worried expressions mixed in.

Then she noticed someone who seemed to be out of place: a girl, a bit younger than herself, who was just standing there, staring at the school. She had tan hair, which was tied back in a ponytail, and gold colored skin. She was clutching the sleeves of her pink windbreaker like she was holding a pile of books. Though actually, now that she looked closer, she was holding a folded towel.

"Hey!" Starlight called out. The girl jumped slightly, her panicked expression swerving around. "Sorry, are you here for the NLAC's party too?" The girl nodded. "Are... you going in?"

The girl’s expression relaxed a bit at that. "Were you at their other parties?"

"Yup," Starlight replied as she stowed her bike.

"Then, is it really a..." The girl paused, her mouth moving like she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. Thankfully, Starlight knew what she was trying to say.

"Naturist Club?" The girl nodded. "Yeah, it really is. But it's not like we're doing anything immoral. And you can keep your towel on if you feel uncomfortable."

"That's not it. My aunt and uncle introduced me to Nudism a few years ago, so I'm not nervous about people seeing me naked. It's just..." The girl sighed, "It's a bit of a long story."

Starlight paused, mentally shrugged, and sat down on the ground and gestured for the girl to sit as well. "I've got time to listen."

After a moment’s hesitation, the girl sat down as well. "When I was in sixth grade, I was on my school's softball team,” she began. “I was alright at it, but I was the only girl in my grade who tried out. Some of the older girls said I was too young, and didn't belong. Some even tried to sabotage my playing to try and get me off the team. It got to be so bad that I quit, and didn't even try out seventh or eighth grade. I'm worried that I'm going to get called a little kid again, and here, everyone can see it for themselves."

By now, the girl was shivering, and Starlight put her hand on the girl's knee. "That won't happen here, I promise you. You know why?" She shook her head, jitters gone. "’Cause this time you have a friend in there with you. And if anyone tries to bully you, just tell me and I'll make sure they stop.” Standing up, Starlight Glimmer held out her hand for the other girl. “Now come on, we've got a party to get to."

The girl only hesitated for a moment before taking the hand and standing. "Thanks..."

"It's Starlight, Starlight Glimmer."

"I'm Golden Casket, but some people call me Cassie," she said, shaking her new friend's hand.

- Raven618


Having been blind since birth, Shady had learned the hard way that pretty much nothing was as it first seemed. The world was anything but a nice place, and she was operating at a constant disadvantage. Something she was constantly reminded of.

However, she was aware of the fact that they were aware. That gave her a leg up on the matter, and provided her with an advantage over everyone else. Knowing that there were others who would take advantage of her if given the opportunity, she knew to be wary of whatever they had to say or offer her. Every word she heard from someone she didn't know was suspect, and treated with suspicion until it could be verified.

It went without saying that when she caught word of a rumor floating through the halls of Canterlot High School, that there was a club on the premises where everyone was naked, she was more than a little skeptical about its validity. The very idea of something like that was laughable!

But then again, there was the matter of everyone swearing that a certain bacon-haired girl had turned into a demon at the Fall Formal, and had been beaten by a magical rainbow. So who was she to really judge?

Seeking information, she did what most CHS students did when in such a position: that being seeking out Dinky Do - the Rinky Dink to her - to see what the spider knew about what was in its web. She usually had a good handle on what was the truth, she was someone who had proven that she could be trusted, and she was someone that could be considered a friend.

Actually getting confirmation that, yes, there was a club that catered to individuals who saw nudity as a valid lifestyle choice independent of sex wasn't what that she’d expected to hear. And as such it took some time to actually believe what Dinky was telling her, and that she wasn't being pranked. But Dinky had been quite adamant that it was all indeed quite real, that there was going to be another party this Friday night, and that it was open to anyone at the school.

Her curiosity, and the desire to figure out if this was really the truth, was what had eventually led her and a significant number of other students to the Student Union Center that Friday night, all of them greeted by Miss Cheerilee. For Shady, the teacher’s presence helped add to the legitimacy of this whole notion.

The rules were largely standard: rules pertaining to what the club was about, what would be tolerated, what members could and couldn't do, how boys and girls should conduct themselves, and what would happen to any offenders.

"Does anyone have any questions?” Miss Cheerilee finally asked, having finished briefing them all.

Not hearing anyone speak up, Shady assumed that was a resounding no.

“Alright, the women’s changing room is over here. And the men’s changing room is on the other side of this hallway. Please use them in an orderly fashion.”

She'd been standing near the back of the assembled group, but one of the girls present was considerate enough to offer a hand to lead her to the changing area, rather than leaving her wandering about aimlessly.

When they got there, though, it was really weird. Lots of chatter that she was having a hard time paying attention to, and a lot of sounds she could only assume were clothes being undone and slid out of. Having never taken PE, and thus never used the communal showers, it was hard to know what it really was. But she wasn't here for differentiating sounds, she was here to get an idea of what the club was like. And after a bit of feeling around, and a little assistance from the others, she found the baskets for putting her clothes in.

Going by what Dinky had said the club was about, she'd dressed for the occasion with a spring dress over underwear, which was easy enough to slip out of, and slip into her backpack as she withdrew the towel she'd picked up from home. She threw that over her shoulder, stuffed her clothing into the backpack and placed it in one of the empty baskets, before retrieving her cellphone and hanging it around her neck by its lanyard. Having it on hand and checking in regularly was really the only way her parents would let her head out at such a late hour, when the dangers of the world were magnified tenfold, but it was a small price to pay for being able to go places.

The first thing she noticed upon stepping out of the changing room, and getting her bearings, was just how different her surroundings felt now. The sounds and even the smells were so different now. She couldn't hear any fabric rustling or shifting, or shoes squeaking against the flooring, and she sure couldn't smell any of the odors that she'd come to associate with clothing. She hadn't expected the difference between dressed and nude to be quite so drastic, but it sure was! It was kind of overwhelming, to suddenly find herself in a foreign area as she walked along.

And then she heard a surprised squeak as the end of her cane came into contact with something in her path.

"What the?" a voice she immediately recognized as Apple Bloom yelped.

"Sorry, Twangy, didn't see ya standing there," she stated.

"Twangy?" a male voice not too far from Apple Bloom's position asked.

"She gives everyone nicknames," came Scootaloo's voice from Apple Bloom's left.

"What brings ya 'round here, Shady?" Apple Bloom asked.

"I could ask you and Gears the same thing," Shady replied, shrugging. "I heard the rumors, got the lowdown from Dinks, and decided to find out what it’s like for myself. I'm guessing that brought everyone else here too." She turned her head to the right, more for everyone else’s benefit. "Now. Who's the guy with ya?"

"Oh, right! Shady, this is Tender Taps," Apple Bloom stated.

"Hello," the one she assumed was Tender Taps replied.

"Oh yeah? Well then, nice meeting ya, Footloose," she replied and waved. "Hiya, Jungle."

"I swear, I won't ever understand how you know I'm there when I don't say anything," Rumble muttered from Scootaloo's left, causing the girl to giggle in response.

Shady just grinned to herself, saying nothing about the matter. She didn't know how long she'd be staying, or how long the party was going to last, and she really didn't want to waste it on matters of special perception and such that only blind individuals would fully comprehend.

"Hey, Gears, Twangy, can I ask you two something?" she spoke up, deciding to change the subject entirely.

"Sure," Apple Bloom replied.

"I get that this club is about doing normal stuff and being casual, just without clothing, but I still wanted to get cleaned up and be presentable when I showed up. Did I go overboard on that?" she asked.

"Naw, Shady, ya look jus' fine," Apple Bloom answered.

"Yeah," Scootaloo added.

"Alright. Good to know," she stated.

"Um, just one question. Did you do everything by yourself?" Tender Taps asked.

She nodded. "From the top of my head all the way down to my toenails."

Tender Taps gave a whistle of amazement.

"Skill," Rumble added.

"Thanks. But I came here for the club experience, not discussing personal hygiene and such. So what've ya got goin' on around here? Anything to point out?" she asked, pulling the subject back to why she'd come to the club in the first place. The clock was ticking and she wanted to know what the whole appeal of coming here was besides seeing everyone around you nude. After all, that particular attractant was wasted on her.

"Well, Vinyl's gonna be playing some new music, Trixie's gonna be puttin' on a performance, there's gonna be dancin', and a body paintin' event. We've also got bowlin' an' billiards available," Apple Bloom explained.

Just as she thought, most of the things occurring were catered towards those who actually had sight. But then again, the whole world was like that, and she wasn't letting that stop her. The friends she was with were more important than the events they participated in.

"Sounds like fun. Let's get started," she stated.

- Charlie_K


Two new arrivals were getting undressed in the changing room. Emerald Peace and his girlfriend, Flutter Heart, had seen the club’s flyer, and secretly being naturists themselves, they knew this party would be perfect for them.

“It’s nice to know we’re not the only nudists at Canterlot High, Em,” Flutter said as she lifted her shirt over her head and placed it in the locker. She then untied her hair, releasing it from the usual ponytail and letting it flow freely. Her blue hair blended perfectly with her green eyes as she removed her pants next.

“Indeed,” her boyfriend smiled. He was already in his underwear and was just finishing untying his shoes. Flutter giggled as she unhooked her bra and placed it with the rest of her clothes. “Underwear together as usual?” she asked.

“You know it,” Emerald grinned as they dropped their undergarments at the same time, leaving the lovers in their birthday suits. “You still look beautiful, Flutter,” he said after a few minutes.

“Before we make our nude debut to our student friends, how about I freshen you up a little?” she offered, pulling a hairbrush out from her purse. Emerald sighed as she sat him down and began to brush his green hair. Soon, she managed to make his hair look well-groomed but slightly messy at the same time. Emerald’s blue eyes blinked as she finished up.

“Shall we?” Emerald asked, standing up and holding his hand out. Flutter gently took it and together they walked out into the main room where the others were.

“Wow, there’s more than I expected,” the blue-haired girl noted as they made their way through the crowd.

“Yeah, I didn’t think this club would be this successful,” Emerald agreed.

“Emerald? Flutter?” Sunset’s voice said behind them.

“Hey, Sunset!” Flutter smiled as she turned around and  hugged her fellow teen.

“I didn’t know you two were naturists,” the red-and-yellow haired girl said, sounding surprised.

“My mom raised me like that,” Emerald admitted, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

“And Em got me hooked on it,” Flutter added, hugging her boyfriend.

“Well, hope you two have a good time here,” Sunset smiled as she left to mingle with the others.

“We already are!” Emerald called out as they turned to the refreshments table. “So wanna dance a little later?” he asked Flutter while watching the others getting onto the dance floor.

“How about now?” She grabbed his arm and led him into the crowd just as slow dance music was starting. Emerald was not good at dancing, which Flutter hoped to help him overcome here. As such, she led Emerald, who was awkwardly trying to keep up with her steps. Eventually, he got the hang of it and the two were in perfect sync as the music continued. Back and forth they danced, like actors in a play or characters in a romantic movie, each blissfully allowing the world around them to melt away.

“I love you,” Emerald said softly as he looked into Flutter’s green eyes.

“I know,” she replied, kissing her boyfriend, not wanting the night to end.

- markzilla6895


Jot A. Doodle looked himself over in the mirror of the public restroom. Thankfully, he had the entire room to himself, the others opting to change in the locker room. All he had to do now was strip.

“Breathe, start nice and slow. . .”

Reaching toward his head, he removed a gray flat cap from his head, revealing the locks of hair he tucked under it, drawing a wince. The clash of color, his white skin and fiery orange hair, made him stand out. It had always made him feel unnatural. Ashamed. Sure, there were students of all shades of color, blue, purple, green. But for Jot it felt different.

“At least they don’t look like a clown,” he muttered.

He was always full of self-doubt, loathing his scrawny figure, and comfortable only when covered. The few times someone showed romantic interest, he pushed them away, refusing to think people found his body anything besides repulsive.

“Just at least undo the shirt,” he said, his hand shakily undoing the button of his flannel shirt. He managed the first button, the second, and then the third! A surge of confidence compelled him to remove the flannel to reveal . . . another shirt.

Just as quickly as it came, confidence deserted him. “I haven't even taken off my scarf!” he groaned.

Defeated, he reached for the hat he had discarded in his moment of triumph. He may as well just head home. He turned to do just that when...

“Hi! I’m Pinkie Pie! You here for the party too?”

Jot simply gaped at the pink ball of energy that had suddenly appeared two inches in front of his face. Literally appeared, poof, materialized out of nothing. But that wasn’t the most jarring part.

"You’re naked. Why are you naked?!"

The girl simply giggled at him. “Duh! This is the NLAC's party! Isn’t that why you aren’t wearing any pants?”

Jot felt a knot in his stomach. He’d completely forgotten that after using the restroom he had kicked off his lower half. His cheeks flush with shame, he dropped to his knees, grabbing his rucksack and shoving every article of clothing back inside.

“This was a mistake! A bloody mistake!” he shouted in panic.

“Now hold on there, mister! Where do you think you’re going?” Pinkie demanded, her hands at her hips. JD ignored her, forcing a leg into his pants. Then the nude girl gently grabbed JD’s arm. Turning to look at her, he noticed her hair had lost some of its poof, her wide grin replaced with a warm smile.

“Let's talk.”

Stunned, Jot let himself be pushed down to the floor.

“So why did you join if you were just going to run away?” Pinkie asked.

“I wanted to build up my confidence. I thought if I was around other naked people, I could get it,” JD explained. “Turns out I don’t have the nerve.”

Pinkie Pie grinned again, and gave his shoulder a light punch. “Look how close you were, though!”

“You make it look easy.”

“Well, in the back of my head, I was worried about my pudge!” Pinkie said, grabbing at her admittedly somewhat soft belly. "You should just wing it! You won’t be the only one worried about how you look.”

“At least you don’t look like a clown.”

“What’s wrong with clowns?! Clowns are funny!” Pinkie exclaimed, tossing her hands up in the air and causing some… interesting movements. Jot hastily looked down to avoid staring.

“Besides, there's gonna be games, and candies, and a dance! Tons of fun for everyone!"

“Sounds good, but I’m not a party guy. I don't even know how to dance.”

“Can’t dance?!” Pinkie gasped, clasping her hands to the sides of her face. “That does it! How about we make a deal! You party, without your wrappers, and I’ll teach you how to dance! It’s win-win!”

“N-Nude?” Pinkie nodded, confirming Jot’s fears. “I can’t dance with you nude!"

“Okay, I’ll wear this!” Pinkie grabs the black and grey checkered scarf from his neck wrapping it around her own. She beckons for his cap and he also hands it over, sitting it comically on a sea of pink fuzz.

She took Jot’s rucksack and placed it under her arm “You get these back after the party, deal?”

“Deal.” he takes her hand, Pinkie's upbeat attitude rubbing off on him.

“Oh my gosh, I totally didn’t ask for your name!”

Jot smiles at pinkie, “Jot A. Doodle.” he says, still caught in her grip.

“Well nice ta meet ya! What's the A for?”]

“Alabaster”

“Ok, Al. Don’t let me down!” she chimes, standing with his bag. ”Now off with the rest of it, we don’t want you having a heatstroke!”

“You're the boss!” Jot exclaims, removing his shirt with the energy that rubbed off from his new pink friend.

- L3thAlPwnE


“I can’t believe I’m doing this”, thought Mint as he was walking around looking at the students who were having fun naked as the day they were born.

“I don’t know; it is a nice change of pace of just drinking in your apartment silently.” Said a woman who was the only one clothed that only he could see.

“Says the woman who is clothed” Mint replied.

“Hey, I’m just the imaginary figment of your wife helping you move on from her death.”

Mint groaned; she was right, after the accident it was nothing but crying at nights and looking for work during the day. It was the beginning of the school year where he became Canterlot High’s Literature teacher. During that time, he started seeing his wife when she isn’t really there. He heard about the club and see if it was true, he found out it was and gave it a try.

He looked around in the lobby to find the snack table and saw there was fruit punch and chips, he grabbed a handful into a bowl and a cup and looked around to find a place to enjoy them.

“Maybe you should chat with one of the groups that aren’t dancing” Bankroll said as Mint was walking around.

“No, I’m just going to look around to see if anything funny’s going on and if there isn’t, I’m leaving and leave them alone.” Mint said not paying attention where he’s going.

“Then why are you heading to Cheerilee?”

“What” Mint answered and almost bumped into her if he didn’t stop.

“Hello there Mr. Mint, how are things with Literature?” Cheerilee said noticing him.

Mint snapped out of his inner thoughts and returned the greeting “Hi Cheerilee, so nice to see you outside work. I heard you were a part of this but I didn’t believe it until now. I didn’t know you were a naturist.”

“Yeah, I got into it while I was teenager when a boy I was dating helped me become more comfortable with my body. What about you?” Cheerilee answered.

Mint felt embarrassed, “Well… my mom was a bit of a “return to nature” type of woman and would just spend every minute at home nude and my dad was a very open minded guy so he had no problem with it. My sister and I joined her but I drifted away from it when I hit puberty.”

“What made you want to try it again?” Cheerilee asked taking a sip from her cup.

“Well, I figured new school and needing to move on from the accident, I figured I should try something new or in this case re-try something new.” Mint chuckled at his bad joke.

“Well, it's good to see you getting out and about at least, I hope you can enjoy yourself. The more here the better for the school overall. The club’s getting bigger and harder for me to handle as the only supervisor.” Cheerilee sighed.

“I can see, more word of this spreads and more students are curious to give it a try. Plus, I understand, Sweetie Belle is worried that someone will find out isn’t helping either.” Mint set down his bowl of chips and extended his hand, “How about a deal, I don’t tell the board about this club and I join and help you handle keeping an eye on the students.”

Cheerilee raised an eyebrow, “Are you threatening me?” she asked.

“I wasn’t going to tell anyway because it looks like everyone is having fun and nothing inappropriate is happening.”

“Then you've got a deal.” Cheerilee took the handshake sealing the deal. She is happy another teacher is joining the group.

- Gojirafan101


Gliding through the throngs of bodies the bluish white skinned girl kept to herself as she observed the people having fun. She had come to this party because she’d been invited, but she really didn’t know why she’d bothered. She didn’t care about these people or the fun.

She was just tired of having nothing to do with herself. And on top of that she felt things, things that the others couldn’t possibly understand which were why she’d lied to them about what she was up to tonight.

Bumping briefly into one of the guys heading for the Arcade area her towel slipped briefly. Grabbing it quickly with wide eyes she did her best to keep her hair from escaping. If anyone saw her hair she was as good as caught.

“Woah, my bad,” the guy said with an apologetic smile.

She waved her hands at him in dismissal and quickly moved towards where Pinkie was currently working in moving new party food onto the table. When she caught sight of her, her eyes widened in joy.

“I can’t believe you really came!” Pinkie smiled warmly and vibrated with excitement.

She rubbed her arm nervously and glanced around.

“What’s with the towel?” Pinkie asked. “You kind of stand out a whole lot.”

Grabbing her towel in sudden apprehension she glanced around. “People will recognize me.” Her fingers danced as she spoke without speaking.

Pinkie giggled and snorted with amusement. “You’re kind of easy to recognize since you’re kind of, you know, naked.”

Pouting briefly she shook her head. “No way, I am the queen of stealth. I got in without anyone realizing who I was, totes. But if I take off this towel they’ll recognize me for realsies !” Her fingers danced again in rapid succession. Ironically she’d been the first of her family to master the art of silent speaking; it just seemed to come naturally to her in this body.


“Oh lighten up, SMPH!” Pinkie found a hand suddenly covering her mouth.

Shooting her with a glare she angrily moved her fingers. “NO NAMES!”

Pinkie rolled her eyes. “You’re not in any kind of trouble you know, we’ve had an entire other adventure since the BOB.”

Sighing she shook her head. “I’ll be banished all over again,” she complained.

“By who? Sunset? You know she’s been trying to find you three to try and help.” Pinkie smiled encouragingly.

Shaking her head again she glanced around the room nervously. “They’re not ready for that. I don’t know if they’ll ever be ready. I’m only here because…” Her fingers and hands stopped moving and her cheeks flushed briefly. “You’re fun. And you’re trying to make me feel ok about losing, you know, so that’s why I decided to come.” Breaking into a hesitant, yet warm, smile the girl waited for Pinkie to say something.

Pinkie’s eyes were slightly shiny and her face spread wide with a massive grin. “Awwww! I’m glad you came!” she shot her a sly wink. “And since you came I’ve got some special party food just for you.” Disappearing under the table for a moment she popped back up with a familiar looking soft-shelled treat.

Mouth-watering she snatched the item from Pinkie’s outstretched hand and inhaled the aroma. The texture was perfect, the shell wasn’t too hard and the cheese. The cheese had melted into the meaty stuffing just right. Before she even knew what she was doing she’d taken three huge bites and ate the whole thing.

That was good. Got any more?” she asked hopefully.

Pinkie smirked knowingly and held up a tray loaded with tacos.

You are the BEST!” Snatching the tray from Pinkie she rushed over to a spot she could sit down and enjoy her treat. Her towel flew off in her haste, but with all those tacos she didn’t even care.

Sunset Shimmer approached Pinkie with a questioning look. “Did I just see you give a tray of tacos to Sonata Dusk?”

Pinkie nodded her head. “I invited her.”

“Why would you do that?” Sunset demanded. “They aren’t exactly reformed. They’ve been hiding out in their home for the past few months.”

Pinkie shrugged. “Sonata’s been to the mall and the sweet shop loads of times. I started talking to her. She doesn’t seem so bad.”

Sunset sighed and rubbed at the bridge of her nose briefly. “I just hope nobody else here decides to start a scene.”

Pinkie nodded. “If anybody messes with her I’ll deal with them, Pinkie Pie style!”

Sunset laughed briefly and patted her friend on the shoulder. “Ok. I trust you, Pinkie. And she doesn’t seem to be here to start something.”

Pinkie’s expression changed suddenly. She looked almost on the verge of tears again and her voice trembled as she spoke. “I gotta cheer her up, I just gotta. She’s stopped talking completely, even though she didn’t lose her voice, and I really, really, really want to make her stop being so frowny mcfrowny-face. It’s what Princess Twilight would want.”

Sunset sighed and went to retrieve Sonata’s towel. “Right, Well as the only other Equestrian here I think I’ll start mending some fences.”

Sonata happily ate the tacos Pinkie had given her without a care in the world. Some of the other students were staring at her, and a few even recognized her, but they didn’t seem to mind. She wasn’t paying any attention to them anyway. At least not until the familiar light orange skinned feet and legs came into view.

Sonata let out a silent gasp of surprise as she realized her towel was gone. Looking up into the eyes of Sunset Shimmer she began to tremble.

“Hey. I think you dropped this.” Sunset offered a friendly smile as she passed the towel she’d picked up back to Sonata.

Mutely Sonata took the towel back and quickly wrapped it back around her hair.

“Hey, ummm... I have a private lake.”

Sonata stared up at Sunset suspiciously.

“You know, if you wanted to take a swim....” Sunset smiled after explaining her offer.

Sonata shook her head. “No, thank you. You angry temptress of Harmony!” Returning back to her tacos she resumed eating them.

Sunset blinked in surprise at the response. She didn’t even know how to take what was said. But shrugging she turned to leave the former siren to her tacos. Pausing she shook her head. “Sonata, you do know that this club is to help overcome the issues society places upon us in the outside world.”

Sonata rolled her eyes. “I'm not stupid, Sunset. I know what a naturist is. Seriously, I’ve been alive way longer than you have and I’ve seen a lot.”

“Why did you come here on Pinkie’s invite if you were just going to stay by yourself?” Sunset frowned expecting the siren to lie or make up a wild story.

Sonata glanced away. Her eyes grew watery and she fought back the tears that wanted to escape. “None of your business!”

Sunset put her hands on her hips. “I’m not your enemy, Sonata. I’m just trying to make you feel welcome. Make up for taking from you the one thing that made you truly happy.”

Sonata shook her head and shot a glare at Sunset. “You didn’t take anything away from me,” she said in a hoarse whisper. “Adagio took away my voice years ago. Sirens feed on more than negativity, but Adagio loved the taste of it more than any other emotion. She wanted to control, to be loved, and adored. So I’m not angry or even upset with you or the Rainbooms. You serve Harmony, we thrived on Disharmony. Now, we’re just a lost cause. So leave me alone with my tacos. I don’t want to be your friend.”

Sunset watched the former siren resume her eating. Slowly, reluctantly, she walked away feeling less lighthearted than she’d been at the start of the party.

She watched Pinkie dash across the room and sit down next to Sonata with some new hot tacos. Then she started talking a mile a minute about nothing in general.

Sonata seemed to lighten up a bit more as she listened to Pinkie. And she broke into a smile when Pinkie pointed out some of the students on the dance floor.

“She’ll come around. Nobody can resist Pinkie for long. At least she’s here, so she’s not really alone.” Smiling and feeling better about herself Sunset returned to the party in a lighter mood despite the depression she’d felt after talking to the former siren.

Pinkie grinned and convinced Sonata to get up. “Come on, I want to show you something.”

Sonata blinked in curiosity.

Pinkie led them to the Arcade area.

Sonata saw the arcade cabinets that were plugged in and her eyes widened in sheer joy. “OH MY GODS! You have Taco Time!” Rushing up to the arcade machine she put a quarter in and began pounding at the buttons to move the little pixel chef up the ladders to make the tacos for the customers.

Pinkie smiled and watched her play.

- Odeinoichus


The scampering of two identical mini-students broke through the final defense. Nothing could have possibly stopped the threat - among a sea of heads bobbing upon a surface of skin, they cut through like predators of the deep, stalking their prey, unstoppable and hungry.

“Hey!” A girl cried, as the two predators swam by, nudging her as they did. She had not seen the two, for at their height, and with seas thick with party goers, there was no chance of warning, before it would be too late.

The two broke through the final line, their target now in front of them. A shark-based movie’s theme would have accompanied the two, had Vinyl Scratch’s own music not drowned it from their heads.

Nonetheless, it was too late for their victim. They were in striking distance, and their prey had no way to defend itself against such a voracious pair of beasts.

The snack table did not stand a chance, as various cakes and cupcakes were devoured; these tiny predators of the naked seas feasting like savage creatures.

“The food is just as good as last week!” Dreamstar exclaimed, with a dreamy euphoria washing over his face.

“How do they make it taste so good?” Starwishes asked, curious to know the secrets of the baked goods.

“We must not question it,” Dreamstar told his twin sister.

“We must only consume,” Starwishes added.

“Our one and only mission,” Dreamstar said.

“To eat everything,” Starwishes concluded the dialogue.

“I was wondering when you two would show up,” Sweetie Belle interrupted the feeding frenzy. “Did you guys just arrive?”

“No,” Starwishes replied.

“Not really,” Dreamstar added, before the twins looked to each other. “Been about…”

“Fifteen minutes?” Starwishes reckoned.

I thought I’d see you arrive,” Sweetie Belle told them. “But I guess it’s hard to spot you guys at your size in a crowd…”

“We did get a little lost,” Starwishes admitted. “That’s why we eventually located a landmark to get our bearings!”

“What landmark?” Sweetie Belle inquired.

“Snack table,” the twins answered together. Sweetie rolled her eyes - the snack table was NOT a decent landmark for anyone, especially these two. She was not sure she would ever get used to them.

“You two are just weird, you know that?” Sweetie uttered.

“We know,” the twins replied, proudly.

“Hey Sweetie?” Dreamstar asked.

“Yeah?” Sweetie replied.

“After the last party, we heard that there was body painting,” Dreamstar began.

“Oh yeah!” Starwishes interrupted, with a mix of growing excitement and curiosity. “I didn’t know that, is there painting here tonight?”

“Back of the hall,” Sweetie pointed. “No, I’m not carrying you.”

“Aww…” Dreamstar and Starwishes uttered, sadly.

“By the way… weren’t you thinking of bringing one of your friends?” Sweetie Belle asked. “I got the impression you were bringing… what’s her name again?”

“Sunny Daze?” Dreamstar asked.

“Couldn’t she make it tonight?” Sweetie Belle asked. She had already seen the group, that is, the two golden-haired twins with their two classmates hanging out all the time - Sunny Daze and Peachy Pie, their names were. She had also become aware that Sunny was a bit of a closet naturist.

“She was a bit too scared to come,” Dreamstar replied.

“I think she just isn’t used to the idea of being in a huge group of naked people,” Starwishes added. “She is comfortable hanging out naked with us at home, though!”

Well, that is a start, Sweetie Belle thought to herself. In their own strange way, the twins were a good addition to the club. Sure, they could drive people crazy, like at the last party when they had Sunset hunting them down, and that time they actually skated wearing nothing but their helmets - okay, admittedly, they were nuts. It was probably lucky of the few that managed to see them, no one could identify them.

THAT was really bad, Sweetie Belle recalled, remembering the several heart attacks she suffered that day. And given more recent turn of events with Diamond Tiara, she was over cardiac issues for at least twenty lifetimes.

“Maybe she’ll come to a future party…?” Sweetie Belle coined the hopeful thought.

“Maybe!” The twins replied. For now though, painting was the topic of the night.

“That way?” Starwishes asked pointing roughly to where she thought the back of the hall was.

“Uh-huh,” Sweetie replied, pointing in a more specific direction. “That way, and then just turn, you should see them!”

“Thanks!” The twins replied, taking each other hand in hand and dashing into the crowd. Sweetie Belle, however, decided it might be safer to stay away from the painting area while those two little monsters had access to the paint.

Dreamstar and Starwishes found their way to the end of the hall without getting too lost - indoors, there are no stars to navigate by. A few party-goers were already doing some articulate painting upon each other’s bodies, and the twins scouted quickly for a place to park themselves. No sooner had they found a place, they were approached by a raspberry-haired girl - one that Dreamstar was not sure he had seen at school, yet, although given it was only their third week at Canterlot High, it would be no surprise that they would know so little in terms of, well... everybody.

“Hi guys!” The girl introduced. “You're looking to get a bit messy?”

Dreamstar and Starwishes looked at each other. The girl did not know the twins personally.

“Yes,” both twins replied.

“Are you going to paint each other?” The girl asked.

“Yes,” Dreamstar replied.

“Paint…” Starwishes added.

“Okay, we got some paint over there,” the girl pointed out. “By the way, I’m Rose!”

“I’m Dreamstar,” Dreamstar introduced.

“And I’m Starwishes,” Starwishes added.

“Ah okay!” Rose replied. “I’ve seen you around the school lately, but I always thought you were a too young, but Y’know, some people just don’t look their age at all.”

The twins nodded, acknowledging Rose’s reasoning. They also acknowledged that they could not play with their youthful appearance with her. Of all the cursed luck.

“So, do we just grab paint and paint?” Starwishes asked. “Do we have to do anything?”

“Nope! Go wild!” Rose told them, before catching a wave from another student, one with green locks. “Sorry, gotta go!”

The twins wandered over to the paints, and began to ponder what they should paint first - besides each other, that is.

“Hey what about…!” Dreamstar suddenly began, but elected to cut the sentence. He mixed a bit of paint, creating a blend of pink, and began painting a star centered between his sister’s left ear and eye. Once he was done, Starwishes did the same to him, only with blue, instead of pink.

“This way, people will know which of us is which,” Starwishes explained her reasoning for the color difference.

“I think people are going to notice the difference between us anyway,” Dreamstar told her, pointing first at his penis, then to her lack, of where a slit was the feature, instead.

“Oh, yeah…” Starwishes remembered. She had forgotten for a second that they were naked.

“So… are those two like… little kids, or what?” The student with green locks asked Rose, as the twins continued with their works of art. They stood at a distance.

“Yeah, obviously, Sandalwood,” Rose reasoned. “They’ve been going to classes at this school for a few weeks, now.”

They looked back towards the twins. The two siblings seemed to be having some kind of serious discussion, although Rose and Sandalwood could not hear what about.

“They look like they should be in elementary or something,” Sandalwood observed. “I mean, not that it’s not conceivable for them to be young-looking for their age, they just look WAY too young…”

“If they were little kids, I’d say they were just precious!” Rose admitted, as Starwishes stroke paint across her brother’s chest. Dreamstar then drew both of his hands across hers.

“Late bloomers on the puberty scene,” Sandalwood suggested. The twins seemed to be getting a little rowdy with each other, as if in disagreement, but Sandalwood and Rose could not make out any dialogue. Starwishes seemed to slap Dreamstar, though not hard, with painted hands across the chest. Dreamstar retaliated by lobbing a glob of paint back at his sister. This then resulted in Starwishes grabbing her brother and pushing him backwards, before sitting on top of him, pinning him down.

She then began to barrage him with sloppy paint ordinance. Dreamstar rolled Starwishes over, pinning her down, and began smearing paint all over her face. Rose and Sandalwood were at a loss at this point and could not tell if they were play-fighting with each other, or trying to kill each other.

“You’re SURE they aren’t just little kids?” Sandalwood asked Rose again. It was turning into a battle of sorts. An errant glob of paint flew, splatting Rose in the face, before she could answer.

“Ha-ha, glad I’m not their parents!” Sandalwood laughed, before being hit in the face by a second flying paint glob.

- Tarri


Twilight Sparkle peered out from behind the changing cubicle curtain, her heart pounding like a kick drum as she watched the last remaining attendees walk out, all of them sans clothed. She could see how most of them didn’t seem to behave any differently while nude, with only the occasional flash of a towel around someone’s waist; though those who did only seemed to do so as a carrying method. Twilight’s expression immediately lit up in fascination. This is what she had come here to learn!

Through everything she had researched beforehand, she knew that the biggest hurdle to a naturist lifestyle was the part where she got undressed for the first time. Needless to say, that couldn't have been truer. Twilight was constantly tensing her muscles, trying desperately to remain calm. As she tentatively unbuttoned her jacket, the memories of every taunt and jeer she suffered at the hands of her Crystal Prep classmates came flooding back. No matter how hard she tried to suppress it, she couldn't stop the words “Skinny Bitch” from echoing through her mind.

 “Twilight?” If there was someone she would never be seen without, it was her ever faithful service dog, Spike; the little purple and green hound having been with her through all the hardest moments in her life. “Is everything okay? You're shaking like a leaf!”

It took a moment for Spike's words to snap Twilight out of her daydream, his concern being plenty a welcome reason for her return to reality.

“Sorry, Spike, I guess I was just lost down memory lane. If all these heart palpitations is anything to go by, it seems I've got a bad case of a beginner's nerves.”

“You know you don't have to do this, Twi,” Spike said, jumping into his companion's arms for a brief cuddle. “Sunset said you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. She'll understand if you feel the need to back out. 

“Thank you for reminding me, Spike, but this is something I have to do,” Twilight nuzzled her companion before gently placing him near her backpack.

“Ever since I caught wind that one of my best friends helps run a nudist club, I've not been able to stop asking myself just why I'm so afraid of being naked. I mean, why do I feel the need to always cover myself, even if it's just a bathrobe around the house when nobody's home. This is my chance to find out how nudists can so easily disregard all those irrational feelings, so if I don't try now, I don't think I'll ever know.”

Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, Twilight resumed the process of undressing, placing each removed clothing into her backpack until she was completely naked; save for a towel she elected to wear tightly to ease the transition. With notepad and pen in hand, Twilight was finally ready to step out and mingle amongst her fellow students.

 However, Twilight’s intent was abruptly interrupted by Pinkie Pie shouting “Hi, Twilight!” in her face.

Twilight nearly jumped out of her skin from the surprise, only for her cheeks to flush a bright shade of red when she noticed her puffy pink-haired friend was wearing nothing but a pair of roller skates, and carrying a large plate of rainbow-frosted cupcakes in one hand.

“Oh, erm, hey Pinkie,” Twilight said sheepishly, trying not to stare at her friend's rather voluptuous bouncing breasts. “It's, um, good to see you here.”

“Same to you, Twilight!” Pinkie exclaimed. “Sunset told me you would be super-duper nervous about being at a naked party, so I just came to tell you that everything will be hunky dory! I'm going to make this the funniest, most extra spectacular Pinkie Pie naked party ever!”

Before Twilight could even begin to ask Pinkie about how she got involved, she was already rolling off into the crowd, somehow serving between all the club members with ease.

“Perhaps it'd be best to try to find someone else for information,” Twilight thought, knowing that attempting to reason with Pinkie's logic was the definition of an exercise in futility.

"Um, excuse me?" Twilight asked a blue-haired student, but got no reply, for her meek voice was drowned by the echo of loud music and laughter.

“Well, that guy was certainly rude,” Spike commented dryly.

“Maybe he’s just not used to talking to new people,” reasoned Twilight. “Perhaps we should find someone more familiar to provide data. Ah, I think I see someone who can help.”

Sure enough, not five paces behind the blue-haired boy was one of Fluttershy’s friends; a girl with ragged red dreadlocks and a green bandanna, named Tree Hugger if Twilight remembered correctly. She was gently swaying her hips back and forth, dancing to the music in an almost trance-like fashion.

“Excuse me, Tree Hugger?” Twilight asked.

It took a few moments for Tree Hugger to notice Twilight—momentarily making her wonder if she was going to get snubbed again—but the soft smile she greeted one of her extended associates with gave Twilight some degree of relief.

“Oh, hey there Sparkler,” Tree Hugger said in a wispy voice. “Come on and join in the funky flow with me! We can both get loose in the beauty of this sonic bliss.”

“Um, maybe later?” Twilight had to admit she only understood about half of what Tree Hugger said, though she reasoned this may simply be more nudist buzzwords she needed to learn. “I was just wondering if I could ask you about how you got into nudism.”

 “Oh man, the naturist lifestyle has always been with me, man. Ever since I was born I knew my chakras were aligned just right, and I could fully connect with my body mojo and, like, totally bring out the positive vibes in anyone!”

“O-okay,” Twilight forced a polite smile, noting down several keywords; including ‘Mojo’, ‘Chakras’ and ‘Vibes’. “Well, this at least gives me a basis for later research. Thanks for your time, Tree Hugger.”

“No problem, man. Any friend of Fluttershy is a friend of mine!”

“Ugh, this is harder than I thought,” Twilight lamented as she buried her head in her notes. “Any other ideas about who we could try and talk to, Spike?”

“Maybe you could talk to the girl on a roller skate that’s about to crash into us?”

“That sounds like a good- wait, what?!” All too late did Twilight realize what Spike was referring to, as Dinky Do collided into her at top speed? Leaping clear of the ensuing pile up, Spike caught Twilight's glasses in mid-air, returning to them within moments of her companion hitting the floor.

“Ugh, thanks Spike,” Twilight said, rubbing her aching head as she tried to comprehend who had just hit her.

“Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!” Dinky Doo exclaimed, frantically trying to remove the roller skates Pinkie had given her. “Pinkie said I could borrow her skates, but once I got going, I didn’t know how to stop! You’re not hurt are you?”

“I’ll be fine. Accidents happen, after all,” Twilight replied, to Dinky’s relief. “Although, I was actually looking for you, mind if I ask you a few questions about nudism for my psychology study?”

“Sure thing, I don’t know much about spy-cologee, but I’ll do my best.”

“Not to worry. Anyway, first question: Have you ever worried about how people think about your appearance?”

Dinky put a finger to her lips as she pondered the question, and then smiled, “I’d be lying if I never thought about it, but I feel that like this, I can be more open with my fellow students.”

“Oh wow,” Twilight said, briskly scribbling down the information. “I never thought of it like that. So, does your confidence in walking around naked give you peace of mind about making friends without judging them?”

“Twilight, if I ever thought that, I wouldn’t be here wondering that, now would I?” Dinky laughed, “But lemme ask you; do you feel confident enough to walk around here naked knowing no one would ever make fun of you?”

Twilight looked up from her notepad. Of all the question to ask, this one hit her like a ton of bricks. Was she really able to go through with it, sans towel? Twilight looked down, expecting Spike to help back her up. But when she noticed that Spike was nowhere to be seen, a sudden chill shot down her spine.

Twilight could feel her heart pounding in her ever tightening chest, her breaths becoming short and rapid as her limbs began to shake uncontrollably, “I...I don’t…excuse me but I need to-” dropping her notepad, Twilight bolting for the changing rooms, consumed by the sudden wave of panic, her towel getting knocked off in the commotion.

But it was too late; Twilight was gone before Spike caught up with Dinky as he had gotten lost in the crowd post-crash. Dinky looked down at him with a puzzled expression, Twilight's panic attack catching her off guard. “Uh, jeeze did I say something wrong?”

“No, not really,” Spike replied, shaking his head. “But she has been struggling with her emotions in the lead up to this party. Don’t worry yourself though; I know how to fix it.”


       
Sunset scouted her way around the club, keeping her eyes peeled for someone she had hoped would turn up. A sudden bark and a cry of “Sunset! Over here!” helped her spot her target; standing in an isolated corner—hugging her naked self with anxious shakes—was Twilight Sparkle. From the level of discomfort Twilight was showing, it was clear something was very wrong.

"Hey Twilight," Sunset said with a gentle smile.

"AAAAHHH!!!” Twilight very nearly jumped out of her skin, having failed to notice her fiery-haired friend approaching. "H-Hi Sunset!" she stuttered, the blush on her cheeks greatly increasing.

"How are you holding up Twi?" Sunset asked, trying to downplay the concern in her voice.

"I'm great, just great!” Twilight blurted out. “Being here at this naked party! Where everyone's naked. And I'm naked! And I lost my towel, so everyone can see just how skinny and frail I am! And I can see how everyone else-"

Sunset cut off Twilight's rambling with a single finger held over her lips. "Twilight, it's okay. Don't forget your breathing technique." As instructed, Twilight pulled in her arm while inhaling, then gently pushed it back out with her exhalation. “Now, Spike said that you had a panic attack when he got separated from you earlier. What's going on, exactly?”

"I tried, Sunset,” Twilight replied between sniffles. “But my emotions are just too much to overcome! I came here to fully understand what nudism is all about, but I just can't. Being naked, everyone just sees that I'm nothing but skin and bones. I know I'm gonna get made fun of, just like at Crystal Prep. I should’ve known better than to come.”

Sunset embraced Twilight in a tight hug. “Twilight, I know as well as anyone how a horrible past can hold us down. This club is a busy and diverse place – full of people of all different shapes and sizes. If there's one thing I know for sure; you can think you're way out of anything. Why not just take a moment to observe how everyone acts until you feel comfortable enough to join in?”

Twilight let out a long sigh, looking down at her legs. "I just can't be brave like you."

"Twilight, I'm not nearly as brave as you give me credit for,” Sunset spoke close to Twilight's ear, keeping her voice soft as she gently stroked her hair. “Before this club started, I was honestly scared to even consider telling you and the other girls I was a nudist. If Sweetie Belle and her friends didn't come up with the idea for this club, I'd still be hiding it."

"Really? You were scared to let us know?"

"Really. I was so afraid you'd all think less of me for it."

"I'd never do that!" Twilight blurted out as she locked her eyes with Sunset. "You saved my life when I was consumed by corrupted magic! And because of that, I got the nerve to stand up to Cinch and transfer here. For the first time in years, I can actually enjoy coming to school! I don't care if you're a nudist at all; you're my best friend and that just adds to how amazing you are."

It took a moment for Twilight to notice how taken aback Sunset was by her little outburst. Blushing heavily, she shrunk into her old position. "B-Besides, you look great naked!" she turned her head, trying not to let Sunset hear her whisper. "Really, really great..."

However, Sunset had heard that last part. Now she was blushing as much as Twilight, this realizing what she was implying. Is Twilight attracted to-?

This brought something out in Sunset; something besides being a nudist that she had kept secret from the group. Though this was not due to fear of judgement at all; instead, it was more about whether or not a certain lavender-haired girl would feel the same way she did. Seizing the opportunity, Sunset took Twilight by the wrist, feeling her pulse, to hear Twilight's heart skip a beat before it started racing again. At this point, Twilight's blush was practically engulfing her entire face.

"May I have this dance?” Sunset asked, just as the opening drum beat to a majestic rock song known as My Girlfriend's Girlfriend began to play.

 "Um... sure." Twilight was still feeling somewhat on edge about being naked around everyone, but if she was honest, she was starting to get used to it, even just a little bit. It was a little awkward for their bodies to be touching, but the overwhelming warmth Twilight felt in her heart made it all worthwhile. Sunset could already hear Twilight's heart slow to its normal rate.

 Then the two looked into each other’s eyes, sharing a loving expression—albeit a nervous one—as Twilight finally let go of her worries enough to rest her shoulder on Sunset's. When the song finally stopped, Twilight wrapped her arms around Sunset, with the other following suit. To the two nude lovers, it felt like time had stopped around as they stood in each other’s embrace.

This third party was absolutely a success in Sunset's book. Thanks to it; she and Twilight got something they had both wanted for quite some time - more than a scientific understanding of why nudists were so relaxed around one another could ever bring: They had each other.

- Ajustice90 and the Nightmare Rider


Sweetie smiled as she sat near the office, tired after all the dancing she had put herself through. A warm emotion filled her. After all the drama, all the weirdness, all the insanity, everything worked out well. The school was still not fully united, but now it had another pillar to stand on to rebuilds its pride and family. And best of all, she had found an identity for herself that her friends enjoyed as well; all in all, the greatest victory of her life.

Sunset pulled herself out of the mosh pit of naked students, and her new love, to sit next to Sweetie Belle, “Got to hand it to you kid, when you first presented this party idea to me, I never thought it’d work. But now…I think I finally feel welcomed to this world in a way I never thought possible.”

Sweetie giggled, “Well you know what they say…” then she noticed Silver Spoon talking to another girl just outside the party. The towel Silver was once wrapped up in was now hanging off her arm and she looked very comfortable.

She was also beaming as she spoke with the other girl, whom Sweetie hadn’t recognized, probably a new student she hadn’t met yet. Then Sweetie noticed Silver tuck a lock of her hair cutely behind her ear as she blushed. Realizing everything, Sweetie smiled, “You learn something new every day.”


Silver Spoon was very proud of the choices she had made recently. First was to finally realize that her relationship was going nowhere with Diamond Tiara and then it was to join the NLAC. Of course, it’d be awhile before she accepted that she wasn’t Diamond’s lackey anymore,  yet habits change with time, if you’re really committed. Walking over to the pastry tables, she opted to go for a custard doughnut with chocolate icing and blue sprinkles.

Taking a bite, she looked around her, eyes wandering over the crowd of fellow students, almost all of them nude. Of course her towel was still on though, as Silver was just not quite sure how far she was ready to take this. This was all so new, and so strange. Yet she accepted the invitation, as Silver thought that perhaps it was really worth taking a chance at this. For her, this was the time for her to truly connect with those she had once bullied.

Then an arm bumped into her shoulder, startling Silver out of her gazing. Turning around, she saw that it was, “Vice-Principal Luna,” Silver gasped.

“Hello Ms. Spoon. Are you enjoying yourself?” Vice-principal Luna asked. She, like everyone else,  was stark naked. Now, in a club for nudists, this was not so unusual. But when it’s your vice-principal, who you thought would be so dead set against this, it’s quite a shock.

“I, um, oh! Yes! Very much so,” Silver sputtered, lost for words.

“Glad to hear it,” replied Luna, who reached out to grab a second blueberry tart.

“So… you knew?” Silver asked after a momentary pause.

“Yes, I did. Believe it or not when I was in school there was a similar set-up, although I’d say that this is by far more successful,” The vice-principal of Canterlot High replied. “And now, I must be off. I need to discuss some things with Ms. Cheerilee.” As soon as vice-principal Luna was gone, Silver let out a puff of breath. Shaking her head, she finished her doughnut and ventured into the crowd.

As she walked around the dance floor, a flash of neon purple and neon red caught her eye. Following the bright color, Silver caught up to the person with the brightly colored hair. Not only did she have neon purple and neon red hair color, but it went well with her aqua skin color , which was on full display as she had opted to forego using the towel.  She was on the short side though Silver did have at least an inch or so on the girl.

“Um… Excuse me,” Silver called out

“Yes,” purple and red hair asked, turning around. It was then Silver got a good look at her fully. Her eyes were a warm amber color, that glowed with a warm inner light, giving Silver the impression of a kind, funny, and smart individual.

“It’s just that… Did you get your hair done?” Silver asked slightly overwhelmed.

“No.” the girl answered flatly.

“Really? It’s super pretty for a natural hair color.” Silver answered sincerely.

The other girl smiled then warmly, lowering her guard slightly, “Oh, thank you. Most people don’t often say that about my hair, I appreciate it.”

“I’m Silver Spoon, just by the way,” Silver said, realizing that they hadn’t told each other their names yet. Mortified, she felt herself blushing hard. This was the first time since Diamond that she had felt like this.

“Mirror Gem,” purple and red hair replied, smiling.

“So… Mirror Gem… Do you want to bowl or something,” asked Silver awkwardly, feeling a bit mortified that she had just approached Mirror on a whim.

“Sure, that sounds good. But I have to warn you… I’m pretty good with a bowling ball,” Mirror teased, obviously feeling at ease.

“Oh really? Well, we’ll see just who’s the queen of the allylanes,” challenged Silver, suddenly feeling a bit more confident.

"I guess we will,” agreed Mirror with a prideful smirk.

And within a few minutes an intense bowling competition had broken out. Not only that, but when they started, Silver was forced to shed her towel, as she couldn’t bowl as properly as she could, although she was still rather self-conscious. As the game flew by, she forgot all about her nudity. She became comfortable in her surrounding. Mirror Gem was also very friendly, trying to help her adjust quicker in whichever way she could. Silver couldn’t explain it, but she felt freer than she had in years and was very comfortable around Mirror. And it seemed to Silver, that Mirror felt the same way.

The fifteenth minute passed, and the score was 89-93, with Mirror leading. Silver then decided to get serious and tried even harder to win and have fun at the same time. Mirror also picked up her game and the two girls began to send ball after ball screaming down the lane, smacking pins aside as if they had talked bad about their mothers. After another five minutes, Mirror won the game 119-121. It had indeed been an intense game, as neither Silver nor Mirror been lying about their talent.

Silver let out a puff of air. “That was a close game,” she sighed, reaching for her towel.

“Yes, rather a bit more than I’m used to. You play well,” Mirror commented.

“You do too,” Silver smiled as she picked up her towel, “Where’d you learn to play?”

“Oh I don’t play regularly, I just get chances whenever I can. I have been thinking about playing for the bowling club but I haven’t really felt the time.”

“Oh that's a shame.” Silver sighed, beginning to put her towel back on.

"Also, are you really putting that towel back on? You needn’t feel so self-conscious about yourself. You’ve got a real nice figure,” she added casually.

Silver blinked, then pushed up her glasses. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” assured Mirror.

Blushing a little, Silver stood and hung the towel on her arm. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m parched. Care to join me for some soda or something of the sort?”

“Sure,” a confidant Mirror agreed.

Once they had acquired the drink of each of their desires, they went to a side, where there was less students.

“So… What grade are you in?”

Mirror blinked. “I’m in your grade, we share math and history period.”

Silver blinked, “Oh really, I’m sorry I never noticed you.”

“That’s fine,” laughed Mirror, “I actually joined about two months ago.”

“Wait, you’re a transfer student?”

“No, I moved with my family. My younger brother is in the third grade.”

“Oh,” Silver nodded, “I wish I had a sibling, I’m an only child.”

“That’s alright. There’s always pros and cons to everything,” Mirror pointed out.

Silver nodded and rubbed her arm slightly, “So….is this your first time here?”

“Second. I did rather enjoy it last time. It’s a great way for me to decompress.”

Silver blushed, “Plus, having a good looking body isn’t something to hide.”

Now it was Mirror’s turn to blush. “Thanks. But my parents would flip if they found out. They’re kinda the uptight types.”

Silver giggled, “Oh I know the types, very well.”

“Same issue,” asked Mirror laughing.

“Don’t I know it,” Silver sighed.

“You and I both. But hey, let’s not dwell on the bad stuff! Tell me, what’s your favorite class?”

“Math. I’m really looking forward to taking physics class! My mother is even talking with the school board about pulling me up a grade or two for math. Apparently I’m very smart in that area, but I don’t think they know just how hard I work.”

“Wow so you’re like a super genius or something?” Mirror asked.

Silver sighed, “Well, I just like working hard.” she went silent, remembering all the hard work she used to do for Diamond.

“Sounds like you’re someone who’d come in handy for homework,” giggled Mirror cutely. “But isn’t it irritating with everyone always coming to you for work?”

“Not at all, in fact I could help out sometime.” Silver smiled, tucking some hair cutely behind her ear.

The maneuver wasn’t missed on Mirror. Raising an eyebrow, Mirror blushed slightly as she asked, “Silver, can I...um...ask you something privately?”

“I… Um… Sure. I mean, I suppose so.” Silver blushed hard, and for the second time that night, she was floundering for words.

“Is it okay if we talk in the locker room? I think it’s empty right now.” Mirror asked.

“Sure,” shrugged Silver, trying hard to act casual despite her heart fluttering.

Although it was very noisy, a mental silence seemed to have pulled Silver Spoon and Mirror Gem into a tight grip as they walked towards the locker room. Once they reached the doors, Mirror pulled it open and nodded her head, motioning Silver to go in first, rather then tell her, for an odd reason. It was as if Mirror had suddenly developed a lost voice within the short time space it took for the two of them to walk to the locker room.

“What was it that you wanted to ask in private,” asked Silver, once she and Mirror had done a thorough search of the locker room for any potential eavesdroppers.

“It’s just that… Are you… I mean…” Mirror took a deep breath. She then paused, trying to steady herself. “I just thought maybe you should know… I… I’m…I’m bi,” Mirror finally blurted out, blushing hard.

Silver looked relieved, though she herself was blushing quiet hard. “Actually, in the interest of full disclosure… I’m a lesbian,” she admitted.

Silver was glad though that it had been Mirror who had told her secret first. It was then Silver realized the value of this club. No walls, no clothes, no barriers between the two of them. This was a genuine moment. And for Silver, it made her confidence build. That confidence got bigger when she saw Mirror blush and twirl her hair.

“Oh, wow…” Mirror stammered, “So… do you... I mean I know we met in this weird environment and all and both of our bodies are on display…but do you…um...Like me?”

Silver giggled softly, “Um… I could ask the same of you.”

“But I asked first,” whispered Mirror, her amber eyes glowing with uncertainty, yet it also held hope and it entranced Silver.

“Yes,” Silver breathed.

Amber eyes met light violet eyes.

“I feel the same way,” Mirror breathed back.

Silver placed her arms around Mirror’s waist. In turn, Mirror placed her own arms around Silver’s shoulders, in a classical embrace. Silver dipped down two inches and their lips met as Silver experienced pure bliss. The duo kissed for a moment or two before they broke. After a moment of silence, Silver asked, “Would you like to get back to the party? I think Vinyl’s going play her music.”

“Only if you dance with me.” Mirror giggled.

Silver nodded, “So… Are you free tomorrow? Say half past four?”

Mirror nodded, a beaming smile broke out on her face. “Now let’s go join and dance.”

Slipping their hands together, Silver and Mirror walked out of the locker room and onto the dance floor.

- Luna Lily Ruby


The Dink was not a pretzel. Sure the Dink could be flexible on the truth morals and certainly modesty but physically… she was no pretzel. This was why the Dink had to wonder what her sister had said to drag her into this.

“Okay dudes, so you should like be totally feeling your energy flowing from your belly all the way up to your limbs. Now like just hold it there.”

The laid back voice of their ‘teacher’ the nature loving quite possibly high as hell Tree Hugger. The Dink or Dinky Doo did her damnedest to thrust her pelvis higher in the air while balancing while balancing her weight on her shoulder blades and feet.

All things considered, it was a step up from when the yogi had them lay on their tits and grab their ankles. Now that had done some fascinating things to Dinky’s back but for some people. Dinky glanced over at her sister who had a look of bliss on her face as she turned her body into a living arch. No matter what the pose she pulled it off all with a smile on her face.

The yoga session was one of the many events happening at NLAC’s third party and the mood was the most celebratory Dinky had yet seen. Sure there were still awkward newcomers but most seemed to have gotten over their hang ups on nudity and started to really party including Dinky. Now that Silver Spoon had joined the fold and with Vice Principal Luna on board Dinky could finally relax, in a matter of speaking.

“Alright so now, like, we’re going to do a supported shoulder stand.”

“What fresh hell is this?” Grunted Dinky as she collapsed back on her mat.

“Dinky!” Chirped Ditzy as she rolled up into a cross legged stance. “Relaxing remember?”

“Oh yeah sis! I love popping my joints in ways even torturers don’t do.” Ditzy shot her a look eyebrows raised. Dinky smiled. “Kidding!” She propped herself up and focused in on Tree Hugger.

“-so once you’ve got your self-centered you’re going to lift your feet into the air,” the stocky redhead demonstrated as she spoke. “Like point your toes at the ceiling and use your hands to support the small of your back and then just like hold it.”

With a sigh Dinky got to it. After a minute of wondering just how much blood rushing to the head would be harmful Tree Hugger called an end to the class.

“Like great job dudes. You’re chakras should totally be cleared now. Namaste friends.”

Namaste.” Dinky replied along with the rest of the class as she worked her neck from side to side. She rose and padded over to Ditzy who was bouncing on the balls of her feet and stretching with a big grin.

“Man, that really loosens you up huh?”

Dinky smirked as she rolled her shoulders back. “That’s one way of looking at it. I certainly found it...enlightening.”      

Ditzy shook her head with a grin of her own before the two sisters wandered away from the yoga mats. A fresh group of party goers had wandered over and were being greeted by the tireless Tree Hugger.

“I hear things went well today!” Ditzy declared swinging her arms.

“Oh? How so?”

“Didn’t your little ‘security problem’ wrap itself up in a nice tidy bow?” Dinky gave her a sister surprised look. Ditzy shrugged her shoulders and blew an errand strand of hair out her eyes. “What? We have thin walls at home. Besides don’t ya remember who taught you the art of snooping young padawan?”

Dinky pushed her own hair back and replied. “Right, right and yeah it did. You know I planned for a lot of eventualities but this? A fifth act conversion? I feel…”

“Cheated? Robbed? Duped?”

“I was gonna say happy, smartass. I mean sure it was a wee bit convenient the way it all went down but feasible right?” The two paused outside the bowling alley entrance thoughtfully.

“I mean either way it’s done now right? Why look a gift horse in the mouth?” Ditzy proclaimed. “Now onto more important matters! You met a guy yet?

Dinky coughed and started away from her big sister. “Let’s go check out the pool table.”

Ditzy skipped along behind her. “Ohh there is someone isn’t there? Who is he? Or she? Oooh!” She squealed as she bounced abreast of Dinky. “My little sisters’ got a crush!” Before Dinky knew it Ditzy had her by the waist and was yanking her up mussing her hair. “They grow up so fast.”

Despite the rather demeaning situation Dinky did her best to look threatening. “One day Ditzy, one day soon I will grow taller. And when that day comes-waaaah!” Rather abruptly Dinky was flipped upside down and squawked as her sister spun her around.

“But it is not this day!” Cackled Ditzy before righting Dinky and depositing her on her feet. Dinky stumbled drunkenly red faced. “Now come on! To the pool table Dink!” Dinky found her center of balance and dusted her skin off. She was furious but she was also smiling.

“Damn it, Ditzy.” She muttered as she followed in her sister’s wake.

As the sisters drew closer it became apparent to Dinky something was going on, a large crowd had gathered around the pool table shouting all around.

“Come on Bulk!”

“You got this man!”

Leaning over the pool table was Bulk Biceps in all his muscle bound glory holding a slender pool cue in his hands. His big red eyes were fixated on the eight ball. Striding casually beside him was Thunder Lane the star quarterback of the football team with a cocky confident look on his face. The older brother of Rumble, Scootaloo’s new squeeze, he had a reputation of being the male version of Rainbow Dash rebellious, talented and arrogant. The sisters joined the crowd as Bulk drew back his cue.

Rather abruptly there was quiet. Nothing could be heard save the muted music and the clatter of pins from the alley. Bulk's cue hit the cue ball dead center sending spinning into the eight ball at an angle. The eight ball rolled towards the right corner pocket closer, closer then… it stopped.

A collective groan went up as Thunder Lane with a grin gave Bulk a smack on the arm.

“Tough luck that. Still damn if that isn’t lined up nicely. Babe? Kiss for luck?” Brawley Beats, the drummer of Flash Sentry’s band, still wearing his signature gloves stepped forward with a wry grin. The two gave a brief but involved kiss. That done, the fohawk sporting teen half sat on the pool table cue held behind his back. With ease Thunder sank the ball to a mix of cheers and groans.

“Good game, Bulk. Now who’s next?” None in the crowd met his eye. “Is there no one else? Heck I’ll even put my bike on the line.” Dinky looked at Ditzy the same time. Ditzy inclined her head towards the table. Dinky with a wolfish grin nodded. Ditzy bounced towards the table stumbled and righted herself.

“We’ll take you up on that!” Ditzy declared striking a heroic pose. What the hell Dinky thought as she hopped beside her sister.

Thunder Lane turned surprise in his golden eyes. “The Doo sisters? You want a game of course but-“

“Not buts!” Ditzy continued in her terribly cheesy heroic voice. “Merely… your bike.”

“Okay, I was slightly exaggerating-“

“I was not done! You put forward your bike, fine, I put forward,” Ditzy paused for dramatic effect. “My car!” Dinky still grinning cockily hissed through your teeth.

“Are you crazy? Mom and Dad-“

“Are out of town. Now, hush.”

Thunder Lane coughed nervously. “Is this for real? Okay first off-“

Ditzy strode forward seizing Bulks pool cue. “No! We all heard you crowing about how good you are!” Dinky could only watch in horrified awe as her sister continued. “Time to put your money where your mouth is. We win, we get your bike for a week you get your motorcycle for a week. You win, the same for you with my car.”

“What could I possibly need a car for-“Brawley stepped up beside his boyfriend and whispered in his ear. The jocks face went from incomprehension to shock to a shit eating grin. Brawley grabbed a cue of his own and joined his lover across from the sisters. “Alright Ditzy. Deal.” With a slap of hand meeting hands the deal was set. Dinky picked up her own cue and smiled at Ditzy.

“Let’s kick their asses.”

Between the four of them they quickly had the balls arranged. The crowd meanwhile had been growing increasingly large and loud as they settled in to watch the match of the night. Thunder graciously offered the break to the sisters.

“Alright how do you want to play it? Stripes for you or-“

Ditzy interrupted him as she eyed the pyramid with both her eyes even though one was drifting off to the side. “Seventh ball corner pocket."

“Listen, you can’t possibly-“ Ditzy closed one eye, sighted, and she struck. The balls exploded apart and sure enough the drop of a ball was heard. “No.” Whispered Thunder as he dropped down to examine the ball as it rolled into the corral. “No way.”  The Doo sisters cackled maniacally and the game was on.

Back and forth it went as both sides called impossible shots then made them. With each the audience grew increasingly raucous till finally only the eight ball was left sitting alone in the middle of the table.

Thunder was lined up face glowing with sweat. Dinky wrung her cue in her hands while Ditzy gazed laser like at their adversary. Click went the balls and the eight ball ricocheted away from the corner pocket. A gasp went up as Thunder sagged, Brawley wrapping him in a half hug.

Ditzy, positively glowing with satisfaction, skipped up and lined up her shot. Dinky knew she’d make it hoped she would as she gripped her cue all the harder. CLACK! The cue ball smacked the eight ball like a freight train sending if for the middle left pocket Ditzy jumped in the air as the unmistakable noise of a sink occurred. Followed by another.

All was quiet around the pool table empty of any balls at all.

“A scratch.” Dinky managed. Ditzy had sunk to her knees peering at the balls in the tough.

“So it would seem.” She replied shell shocked. Brawley glanced at Thunders open jaw.

“Uhh... where do we go from here?”

“A…tie…I guess,” Ditzy muttered examining the white ball of doom. “That’s never happened before.” The crowd looks at one another before giving a raucous cheer rushing the four of them with congratulations.

Sometime later, the two sisters made their way to the dance hall still incredulous.

“I just can’t believe it!” Dinky exclaimed. “How many times have I seen you make that shot but this time wow! Just wow!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ditzy brushed it off. “But you know what else was… wow? The way Feather Weight was looking at you? Huh is he your crush? Tell me he’s your crush! I ship it” As Ditzy gushed on, a thought entered Dinky’s head, a nasty thought.

She gasped loudly. “Oh my gosh, Ditzy! Look, it’s Time Turner!” Rather abruptly all that teasing melted away as Ditzy spun around checking her hair and scanning the room.

“What? Oh gosh! How do I look? DO I look sexy sweaty or gross sweaty? Oh dear, I mean, I was looking forward to seeing him in the full Monty, but I thought It’d be… a… little… more private.” Ditzy’s frantic scanning of the dance floor slowed as she turned and shot her sister ‘The Look.’

“You’re screwing with me aren’t you?” Dinky’s tittering giggle developed into a full blown gale of laughter.

“Kid, I will give you exactly three seconds before I tickle the funny out of you.” With a squeal Dinky took off for the dance hall sister in hot pursuit. The year was done the club was safe and despite all odds Dinky Doo was happy.

- Travalore


Sweetie Belle, with a record in her hand, jumped onto the stage after Vinyl Scratch finished another track and grabbed the microphone before tapping it twice, “Excuse me everyone, can I have your attention please?”

The party slid to a silence as everyone in attendance turned to face Sweetie Belle.

Putting her nerves aside, Sweetie smiled, “First off let me start off by congratulating everyone here at making our third NLAC party another resounding success.” She paused for a moment to allow applause, “I will admit though to all of you, had you asked me a month-and-a-half ago, I never would’ve thought something like this would even be possible. If it wasn’t for an incredible woman, I never would’ve found out about this lifestyle, nor would I’ve had the confidence to even attempt it.

“But confidence can only get you so far, it’s determination that always gets the job done. At least that’s what Rarity always tells me. And if it wasn’t for my friends, this club would never have gotten started or at least never have been thought of. I would first like to thank my fellow officers for giving me the confidence and determination to get this club started.” Sweetie cheered. The crowd applauded for a moment as Sunset, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, Miss Cheerilee, Dinky, and Pinkie Pie graciously took their bows.

Then Sweetie continued, “This club, this wonderful weird club, it’s done a lot for us all hasn’t it? This club has brought so many of us together, so many different stories, so many different people, all interacting like true friends. We may have started this club on a wild and downright crazy idea, but it’s thanks to people like you all that this club’s heart beats and it's life will go on. I have just been informed by our supervisor Miss Cheerilee and Vice-Principal Luna herself that this club has been approved for operations during the summertime and into next year!”

The crowd roared with delight at the prospect of more parties throughout the summer months and the next student year. This was a big boost for the club, as it had finally cemented this club’s legitimacy.

Sweetie continued after the cheers died down, “We’ve been through a lot of tough times haven’t we? But no matter what has challenged us we’ve always come through and done it together. Even for a club that no one, not even me, thought was entirely possible. So I’d like to dedicate this next song to you all. And surprisingly it is not a show tune, but I do think it’s a fitting song for tonight.

Sweetie then turned to Vinyl Scratch, “Vinyl I know you’ve playing some wonderful tracks tonight but could you play this one for all of us?”

“Yeah no problem, give it here!” Vinyl shouted eagerly.

]Sweetie handed over the record and Vinyl placed it on her turntables. Then the track began to play as Sweetie rejoined the crowd. A soft guitar started to play its cords, before a thumping beat added the backing tracks.

Everybody's got a story they must tell and
You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine
All the times you felt the pain and seen the glory
It feels good to be alive

The students and faculty slowly began to bop their heads to the beat as they began to get a feel for the song. Some initially started dancing; with most of those not quite being on the time, but it didn’t matter for them as now it was all about having fun to their little tribute. The song began to include a clap with the beat, an infectious clap that was soon mimicked by all the party goers.

Now I can hear the sound
Of heartbeats all around
You know there's magic in the night (Yeah)

Sweetie moved her way over to Scootaloo and Rumble, who were doing their best twist dance. She joined them, swaying her own body back and forth to the rhythm.

When you feel all alone
Like you're so far from home
Something always turns out right

It was then that the chorus hit, getting many to start bouncing in the air or dancing with anyone and everyone they could find. The CMC, who actually knew the lyrics of the song, began to either mouth it out or in the case of Sweetie Belle, sing along.

So here's to us
And all our broken dreams
That never came to pass
We're still kings and queens
Here's to all we loved
That wasn't meant to last
Here's to everyone
Who said we never had a chance
Here's to us

As the song wound into its second verse the kids continued to dance and sing along. Sunset and Twilight rocked and swayed their hips back and forth. Pinkie Pie bounced along with her new friend Jot, who was now having the time of his life.

Shady even got into dancing with Liberty Belle and her boyfriend Comet Kent, as they improvised whatever maneuver they felt comfortable with. Miss Cheerilee and Mr. Mint also got into the dance with Vice-Principal Luna, who pulled out her famous moonwalk for the occasion. And even Silver Spoon and Mirror Gem danced with each other, arms entangled as they moved.

Monday comes around
Your world is upside down
Feeling good in the worst way

 The problems of the week, month, and year previous had all melted away. The walls of the school had fallen, at least for these students and staff present. Nothing else mattered now except enjoyment and building friendship.

Ditzy and Dinky swung each other around like there was no tomorrow. Starlight Glimmer and her new friend Golden Casket swayed along with the music, Cassie’s earlier jitters a thing of the past.

The story's just beginning
Time we did some living
I can't wait to hear you say

Emerald and Flutter Heart moved to the middle of the pack, rocking around their fellow students as the dancing continued. The twins Dreamstar and Starwishes twirled around the goofy expressions on their faces similar to that of their fellow friends. And up behind the turntables, Vinyl Scratch threw her arms in the air and waved around like she didn’t care.

It's on the radio
It's everywhere we go
The music's gonna save your life
So come on clap your hands
Remember when we danced
And raise your glass tonight

The chorus came around again, allowing students to dance and sing one more time. As she moved with the beat, a big goofy grin was plastered on Sweetie Belle’s face.

The night feels so long
When your heart's not filled with song

All the hard work, all the heartache, the entire struggle, and all the relief, it was all worth it for this moment. They may not have won over the whole school, let alone everyone in Canterlot, but three consecutive successful parties and the promise of more to come was enough to bring joy to anyone’s face.

And may your dreams never leave you
Even when you've lost it all

Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, and Dinky sure agreed as they left their respective partners to join Sweetie Belle dancing in the center of the party. The four friends, among hundreds of others, were happy and in the end that’s all that matters.

So here's to us
And all our broken dreams
That never came to pass
We're still kings and queens
Here's to all we loved
That wasn't meant to last
Here's to everyone
Who said we never had a chance
Here's to us
To broken dreams
And kings and queens
To everyone raise your glass
Here’s to us