"Welcome, one and all, to the First Annual Canterlot High Bikini Tag Race!"

Seated in a hastily-constructed announcer's box on the front lawn of Canterlot High School, surrounded by speakers, microphones, and monitors, were twin men with white-striped red hair, wearing matching vests and straw boater hats. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls—"

"—but mostly boys and gentlemen, hm-hmmm—"

"—today, you will witness the greatest spectacle of the modern age! A parade of perfect pulchritude—"

"—a bevy of buxom beauties—"

"—the ultimate extravaganza of FABULOUS FEMALE FLESH!—"

"WILL YOU ASSHOLES GET ON WITH IT?"

"Ahem. Yes. Well. These ravishing bikini babes will battle one another for victory, fabulous prizes, and their VERY DIGNITY across a treacherous TWENTY MILE COURSE which zigzags back and forth across the very heart of Canterlot!"

"Right you are, brother mine! These lovely ladies must safely make it from the start line to the finish line! That's twenty miles exactly from point A to point B, with a lot of C and D in between!"

"And while a host of hot honeys running in alluring swimwear is certainly worth the price of admission, we're bringing you something much, much better, folks!"

"That's right! During the race, our beauteous contestants will be stripping each other of their bikini tops! Any girl who loses her top has to run all the way back to start with her naked chest proudly displayed for the whole world to see!"

"And at the end of the race, the contestant who crosses the finish line carrying the most stripped bikini tops, without losing her own in the process, will be crowned our grand champion!"

"So without further ado...ladies, on your marks!"

The runners milling around at the start got in formation, crouching into start positions while shooting death glares at the two promoters.

"Get set!"

"And...GO!" Flim fired a starter pistol, and the girls launched into motion, propelling themselves down the street.

Almost immediately, Sunset found herself pinned beneath a body. She kicked out and scrambled to her feet, spinning around.

A green-skinned girl with slicked-back two-tone orange hair, wearing a navy blue bikini and black running shoes, grinned at her. "Hiya Shimmy," she said.

"Lightning Dust," Sunset said, narrowing her eyes. She briefly checked to make sure she still had her bikini top.

Lightning Dust licked her lips. "Run," she suggested.

Sunset turned and began to sprint, keeping an eye out to her left and behind her. As expected, Lightning Dust quickly overtook her, reaching out to snag her top...

Sunset juked right and skipped back a step, letting Lightning Dust catch air and pass her up. With a yell, she forced as much speed out of her legs as she could, launching herself forward. Lightning Dust turned, a half-second too late...

Sunset Shimmer grabbed a handful of breast, digging her fingertips underneath the cloth covering it. With a tremendous yank, she ripped away Lightning Dust's top.

"AGH! SHIT! DAMMIT, THAT HURT!" Lightning Dust snarled.

"Too bad, Dusty. You're out," Sunset Shimmer sang teasingly, waving the blue bikini top around before taking off at a decent sprint, tying the strap around her wrist as she went.

//And we have our first disqualification! Give her a hand, folks! Or two if you want...no? Oh, look, she's giving us the evil eye, brother!//

A minute later, Sunset caught up with Twilight, who was obviously pacing herself. "This reminds me...of the first time I ran in the Running of the Leaves in Ponyville," Twilight said, panting slightly. "Except...I don't think I've done much running in this body..." She glanced over at Sunset, then did a double-take. "You...already disqualified somebody?"

"Self-defense," Sunset said with a smirk. "Don't worry, I won't go for your top. At least, not until we pass Flash Sentry."

"Eep!" Twilight squeaked.

Celestia shot past on their left, her long legs carrying her great distances with each stride. Behind her, Luna ghosted past. "I will defeat you, sister!"

"Never!" Celestia called back, laughing.

Rainbow Dash ran up behind Sunset and Twilight, wrapping her arms around their shoulders. "Hey Twi, hey Sunset," she said. "Having fun?"

"I guess so," Twilight said.

"I've already drawn first blood," Sunset said with a grin.

"Yeah, I saw old Dusty waving her boobs around," Rainbow said. "Sooo...here's a thought..."

Sunset felt Rainbow's fingers wrap around the back of her bikini. A gasp at her side told her Twilight was in danger as well.

Sunset broke left, twisting out of Rainbow's grip while holding tightly to her own bikini strap. Spinning around to face Rainbow, she scowled. "You'd really do that to your friends?"

"Hey, I wanna win!" Rainbow cried. "Besides, you'd get over it!"

A pair of slim yellow hands landed on Rainbow's shoulders, pushing the straps of her bikini aside with such a light touch Rainbow didn't notice. Nor did she notice when her bikini top fell away, caught gently in the same pair of yellow hands.

Sunset snickered. Twilight blinked.

Fluttershy stepped out from behind Rainbow and took off running.

"Well...there's always next year," Sunset said, smirking.

"Huh? Whaddya mean?" Rainbow cried.

Twilight pointed at Rainbow's bare breasts.

Rainbow looked down, blinking. "What the...?"

//And Rainbow Dash is disqualified! Looks like she'll have to change her name to Rainbow FLASH now!//

"Crap!" Rainbow cried. She sighed, turned, and headed back for the start. People behind the cordons called out to her, cheering her on. She waved back at them, giving her tits a little shake as she jogged back to the school.

Sunset and Twilight shared a look, shrugged, and ran after the pack.

Three girls ran somewhere in the middle of the pack, clustered tightly together and bickering.

"Could you run behind me, Adagio? Your bikini's riding so far up your butt I can actually see your asshole."

"Oooh, you had it bleached?"

"Yeah, what's up with that? Who are you even trying to impress? It's not like you have a boyfriend..."

"Shut up, you idiots," Adagio said. "Keep an eye out for the Rainbooms. Ignore all these other girls...we're going to humiliate our sworn enemies thoroughly."

"Sorry, Adagio, I can't seem to focus on anything but your asshole, because it's right in my face," Aria seethed.

"You should be on your knees praying to it," Adagio said.

"And now I want to throw up."

Pinkie Pie smiled and waved enthusiastically to the crowds lined up to watch the race as she ran by. Whistles and cheers thundered in her ears. "Tee-hee, look at me! I'm bouncy!" She bounded forward, her chest bouncing and jiggling.

A girl with short mint green hair in a bob cut ran up alongside Pinkie Pie. She wore a sporty pink bikini and tennis shoes. "You look like you're having a good time," she said.

"Oh, hi Tennis Match!" Pinkie said. "These are my peeps!"

"Uh-huh," Tennis Match said, looking around. "You look like you want to show them a little more," she added.

"Hmmm...you know, you're right?" Pinkie said.

Tennis Match darted in, reaching for the strap of Pinkie's bikini. Pinkie danced out of the way, laughing, and snagged the back of Tennis Match's bikini top. Her fingers worked quickly and lightly, removing Tennis Match's top. "Sorry, Tenny, you're out!" Pinkie giggled.

Tennis Match sighed, blushing as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I shoulda known better than to try and strip you," she said.

"Yep! You really should." Pinkie giggled. "Take a bow! You've got nice boobies, be proud!"

"YEAH!" someone on the sideline roared.

"Oh, shut up, Bulk Biceps!" Tennis Match groused. Sighing, she dropped her arms to her sides, thrusting out her chest. A cheer went up from the crowd. Tennis Match raised a hand in a wave, her face burning red, as she turned and jogged back to the starting line.

"That was close!" Pinkie declared as Tennis Match retreated. "I think it's time to bust out my Pinkie Pie Secret Weapon!" With an evil smirk, she reached into her hair and pulled out a can of whipped cream, which she began spraying all over her chest and back, completely concealing her bikini and breasts. The onlookers whooped and hooted and roared.

Sunset and Twilight ran past...then skidded to a stop, staring at her. "Pinkie, what the hay?" Twilight gasped.

Pinkie giggled as she seductively licked whipped cream from a finger. "The rules didn't say anything about whipped cream," she said. "If the others can't find my bikini, they can't steal it." She waved. "Have fun, girls!" With that, she jogged off down the road.

"Where did she even get—?"

"It's Pinkie Pie. Just roll with it."

Applejack grinned as she reached the first checkpoint, rounding a corner onto the second leg of the marathon. Several girls had made a grab for her top, but her speed and natural athleticism made short work of them. She'd already collected three tops.

Even though she disapproved of what those no-good hornswagglers had pulled, she liked to win, and, well...it was all in good fun. After all, Sunset Shimmer had had her tits and more flashed all over the Internet, and she was holding up okay. The rest of the girls at school would survive a little topless running.

Up ahead, she saw Ms. Harshwhinny. "Huh. Now how'd she git way the hay up there?"

Applejack wasn't particularly fond of Ms. Harshwhinny. She always acted so snotty with the students, like she was better than everyone else, like everyone else was stupid and slow. She was everyone's least favorite teacher...even more than Cranky Doodle.

And there she was. Just a quick sprint up the road.

Applejack grinned and put on a burst of speed. A few seconds of running full-tilt, and she was right behind Ms. Harshwhinny. With a yell and a surge of strength, she pounced, tackling Ms. Harshwhinny to the ground.

The two rolled around on the ground, scrabbling at each other's bikini tops, trying to strip each other as they jockeyed for dominance. "MISS Applejack!" Ms. Harshwhinny barked, "how DARE you assault a teacher?"

"Hey now, you ain't no teacher right now," Applejack retorted. "Right now, you're just one more runner Ah gotta put outta commission t' win this here thing."

"I see," Ms. Harshwhinny said, narrowing her eyes. "If that's the way you want it..."

Suddenly, Applejack found herself pinned to the ground. There was a loud ripping sound as Applejack's bikini split and fell away, spilling her breasts for the world to see. At the same time, she managed to pull loose the knot tying Ms. Harshwhinny's bikini, stripping it off her.

The two looked at one another. Ms. Harshwhinny was sweating and panting, her bare chest heaving as it pushed up against Applejack's.

Their eyes locked. Applejack swallowed.

With a thrust of her hips, Applejack rolled the older woman off her, then pinned her to the ground. She looked down at Ms. Harshwhinny, licked her lips...

...and seized Ms. Harshwhinny's face, lowering her own in for a hot, heavy, passionate kiss. Ms. Harshwhinny grabbed Applejack's head in her hands and returned the kiss hungrily, moaning into Applejack's mouth as they writhed around on the ground together, to the cheers of dozens of witnesses.

When Applejack finally came up for air, Ms. Harshwhinny glared up at her. "That's detention for a month, Miss Applejack," she said.

Applejack grinned lazily. "Ah'll be sure an' wear some frou-frou undies."

"I'll bring the scented oils," Ms. Harshwhinny replied. Applejack helped her up, and they walked back to the starting line hand-in-hand.