Trixie waved and blew kisses to the crowd as she ran down a long, open stretch of road. Her breasts jiggled merrily in her star-spangled violet bikini. A dozen bikini tops were tied around her wrist. "Let there be no doubt about it! The Great! And Powerful! TRRRRRRIXIE! Is destined to win this perverse contest!"

"Oh, I don't think so, darling."

Rarity jogged out of a side street. She was visibly winded and drenched in sweat, but she still had her bikini top—and several tied around her wrist. "My friends and I have a score to settle with you," she said. "I don't think they'll mind too terribly if I get to you first."

Trixie smirked. "Poor, pathetic, deluded girl," she said. "Carrying around that rat's nest you call hair must have given you brain damage..."

"Oh, IT. IS. ON," Rarity snarled, lunging at Trixie. Trixie smirked and reached into her ass for another smoke bomb...

...and came up empty. "Wha—?"

A grey blur slammed into Rarity, sending her flying. Octavia, wearing a simple black bikini, swooped down, stripped Rarity, then faced off against Trixie.

Rarity sat up, rubbing her head and frowning. "Oooh," she groaned, crossing an arm across her chest. "Well, that was...most uncouth..."

Lyra and Bon Bon sprinted through, not paying attention. Lyra tripped on Rarity; her shoe somehow snagged in Rarity's bikini bottom. As a screaming, pinwheeling Lyra toppled to the pavement, Rarity's bikini bottom gave way...

"NOOOOOOO! MY PURITY! MY MAIDENHOOD IS RUINED!"

Dozens of cameras beeped and flashed as the spectators basked in the fully naked glory of Rarity.

//Is...is that a disqualification, brother?//

//Well, it was an accident, but...//

"Ow," Lyra complained. "I...I think I twisted my ankle..." She gingerly sat up. She winced as she looked at Rarity. "Oh my gosh...Rarity, I'm so sorry!"

Bon Bon knelt down. "Can you stand?" she asked.

Lyra hissed and clutched her ankle. "Uh-uh," she said. She stripped off her own bikini top and handed it to Bon Bon. "Here, Bonnie. Win it for me, okay?"

Bon Bon smiled. "Alright." She knelt down and gave Lyra a peck on the cheek, then took off running.

Rarity tried to cover herself, pouting and fuming. "Lyra Heartstrings, I swear you'll pay for this, even...even if it was an unfortunate accident..."

Lyra sighed. "I'm really sorry," she said. She looked Rarity over. "Wow, you've got really nice tits, you know? I'm jealous..." Blushing faintly, she poked her fingertips together. "Can...can I touch...?"

"Absolutely not!" Rarity snapped. She frowned. "I'm certain the medics will be by to collect you momentarily. If you'll excuse me, I apparently have a very long way to walk...completely naked...with every male in Canterlot ogling my nubile flesh..."

She fainted dead away.

For the next half hour, Sunset, Pinkie, and Twilight cut a wide swath through the surviving competitors. Lavender Lace, Roseluck, Cloudy Kicks, and a dozen others lost their tops to the three girls, who never once went after each other.

"How much...farther?" Twilight panted.

"I think...four miles?" Sunset gasped. "Almost...there..."

Trixie dodged left, jogged back three steps, feinted right, then sprinted forward. Octavia matched her every move. For the entire last mile they'd run, the two had circled each other, searching for an opening, evading each other often by less than an inch.

"What...is your...PROBLEM...Octavia?" Trixie yelled.

"YOU BORROWED TEN DOLLARS AND NEVER PAID ME BACK!" Octavia shouted.

Trixie skidded to a halt. "Wait...that's what this is about?" She reached down her bikini bottom and, after some fiddling, withdrew a plastic tube. She unscrewed the end of it, then fished out a roll of money.

Octavia made a face. "Uhh..."

"Let's see...I have two fives..."

Octavia facepalmed, face turning green. "You know what? I'll...I'll see you about it on Monday," she said. She jogged away, shaking her head and muttering.

Trixie blinked after her, shrugged, and put her money tube away again, to the delighted cheers of the spectators.

//Now that's what I call a money shot, brother!//

//Even I'm not touching THAT joke, brother.//

Fluttershy zipped past, stripped Trixie, and ran off.

Author's Notes:

I apologize for letting this story fester in hiatus hell for so long. I thank all my readers (except one, you know who you are) for your patience.

There's only one more chapter left. I WILL finish this story THIS WEEK. And then write the final installment in the Naked Mile Trilogy.