WM: Rarity At The Pool

The prompt:

>today, Principal Celestia had let the classes go to the Community Pool
>she said she's doing it so the students can relax from their studies
>but everyone knows that she did it just so people would stop talking about her little 'incident'
>be relaxing by the side of the pool
>enjoying the view of the girls in their swimsuits
>Rarity jumped in in a rather unprofessional-like manner
>but whatever, if she was having fun
>a few minutes later, something in the pool washes next to you
>it's the top and bottom of a bikini
>hey, doesn't that look like Rarity's biki-
>you quickly glance over to where she is
>your suspicions are correct
>Rarity lost her bikini when jumping in, and is now happily, yet unknowingly, skinny dipping in an incredibly crowded pool
>you've got to tell her before-
>too late
>She tells her friends that she's gonna go get something at the Snack Bar
>at first, she doesn't know why people are giving her funny looks, with their phones pointing at her
>then you show her the bikini that's been washed off of her
>she looks down, to see her naked body on full display
>and screams
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>Ah, pools.
>All full of water, and chlorine and shit...
>You never really liked them.
>Though that might have something to do with the fact that you were never actually taught to swim.
>But your teacher hadn't really thought about that when she brought your class here, claiming that it was a treat for performing so spectacularly on your final exams, after which she kindly fucked off to god knows where.
>It wasn't that much of a treat for you.
>But you could still take solace in sunbathing, the comforting rays of Sol piercing your skin, warming you to your core.
>It's all very relaxing, really.
>There was one thing that distracted you from that though, and it was the racket your classmates were making, all splashing, and playing, and generally being an unruly bunch of assholes.
>That kind of noise makes it rather difficult for a man of your impossibly refined stature to relax.
>So now, instead of lying back and enjoying the sun, you're now glaring into the pool, watching games and trying to check out as many girls as possible.
>Man, your school has a ridiculous amount of hotties.
>While in the process of checking out a blue-skinned girl in an unfortunately conservative two piece, you spot something very intriguing floating in the pool.
>It's both pieces of a purple bikini, strings completely untied, its owner nowhere to be seen.
>Whoever it is, they're probably going to be looking for it.
>Which means you're the one who'll get to give it back to them.
>Which means that you'll have a very grateful, very naked girl in your debt.
>Oh man, what you wouldn't give for that to happen.
>You quickly grab the thin strips of fabric, balling them up in their hands so nobody notices them.
>Your imagination runs wild with things the owner of this suit might do to thank you, the ideas getting more ridiculous and more pornographic with every passing second.

>Before long though, your train of thought is interrupted by yet more ruckus from your classmates.
>It appears that something is going on in the parking lot, as every last student present pours out through the gate.
>From what you can tell, it's a fight.
>You don't follow them however, the prospect of being able to sunbathe in peace being far too attractive to pass up.
>Looking back into the pool, you spot the only other student remaining.
>A lily-white apprentice seamstress known as Rarity.
>You, along with rest of the male half of the school, have somewhat of a thing for that girl.
>She's pretty, she's stylish, she's ridiculously flirty, and she loves showing off her latest fashion to anyone who's willing to look.
>And damn, are you more than willing.
>It's odd, you think, but... you don't think you can actually see any of her trademark fashion on her.
>In fact, from what you can tell, she doesn't seem to be wearing anything at all.
>...
>Oh good fucking god.
>You look down at the bikini in your hands, understanding dawning as you realize who the bundle of fabric belonged to.
>It was almost unbelievable to you that it was hers.
>Not that the design wasn't something she'd wear, but it just seemed rather large for a girl of her build.
>You suppose that's why it's in your hand, rather than on her body.
>But that doesn't change what you're witnessing.
>Rarity, the hottest girl in school, what you often thought of as the sexiest being on the entire planet, was stark naked right in front of you.

>You've dreamed of this day for a long time now, but you never actually thought that it was possible.
>Her pale skinned form shimmered under the water, as she butterfly stroked toward you.
>It was unfortunate that, from the angle you were at, you could see nothing but her rear.
>Every time her legs came apart you couldn't help but imagine being behind her, watching her undoubtedly flawless pussy flash in and out of view.
>But life wasn't totally unfair - you still had a glorious ass to ogle.
>There wasn't a freckle, nor a dimple, nor a single imperfection to be seen on it.
>The same was true of the rest of her body, her skin as flawless as any goddess.
>You're willing to bet she might just be genetically engineered to be this perfect.
>After all, how could nature churn out something like this?
>And it's not like her parents aren't rolling in money...
>Snapping out of your thoughts and back into this impossible reality, you're just in time to witness the unthinkable happening.
>Rarity begins to climb one of the ladders nearby in order to get out of the pool, and in the process performs an odd kind of strip tease for you.
>Her chest comes into view over the concrete first, the pert breasts adorning it jiggling slightly with every movement.
>Her stomach glistens in the sun, moving far too slowly for your tastes as it makes way for the true prize.
>Her bellybutton passes by, then her waist, then finally - finally! - it comes into view.
>Her vulva is something that shouldn't exist outside of a fairy tale, a smoothly-shaven mound of flesh surrounding a pink slit of brilliant beauty.
>The sight of all of these is almost too much to bear, the shock of it causing the muscles in your arms and face to go slack, even as your dick does the exact opposite.
>Rarity's bikini falls from your grip just as the drool falls from your mouth, plummeting back into the pool.

>Even now her body still has sights capable of amazing you, as her long, slim legs begins striding across the concrete toward the spot you stand in.
>Ohgodohgodshe'scomingthiswaywhatdoyoudo
>Alright Anon, just breathe. Be calm.
>...
>And whatever you do, don't keep staring at her tits.
>Rarity stops right in front of you, placing one her hand on her hips, using the other to gesture as she begins to speak.
>"Hello there, Anonymous. Would you be a dear and loan me a dollar so I can get myself a drink? I seem to have forgotten my purse, and I'm positively parched."
>She punctuates her words with a bat of her eyelashes.
>Despite her words, and her attempt at seduction, you can't tear your eyes away from her body.
>It's just too damn perfect.
>Rarity quickly notices this, her pleasant demeanour fading to one of disappointment.
>"You know Anonymous, despite the frankly astonishing figure I cut in this bikini, that doesn't make it polite to stare at me like I'm some piece of meat."
>You continue to stare, your body no longer responding to your demands for it to cease its ogling.
>Disappointment gives way to anger, Rarity becoming visibly annoyed at you now.
>"Anonymous, control yourself! I might be a lady, but you continue I will not hesitate to slap you."
>God damn it, at this point those words just turn you on even more.
>Her glare intensifies, Rarity now clearly done putting up with your shit.
>"Alright, if you won't listen to reason..."
>A white palm sails our of thin air off to your right, smacking into your cheek hard enough to bruise.
>The blow knocks you out of your stupor, giving you back enough control to finally try and tell her what's wrong.
>Your finger points at her lower body, while your mouth attempts to get back into the habit of forming actual words.
>However Rarity doesn't need you to speak, almost immediately casting her glare downward to see what it is that you're pointing at.

>She is, to put it mildly, horrified.
>In fact, she is so horrified by the sight of her bare body on display that she then lets out a shriek, albeit a short-lived one.
>You're not sure if anyone heard, but Rarity isn't willing to take any chances.
>She frantically looks between the changing rooms and the entrance to the pool are, before getting back into the water as quickly and quietly as possible, manuevering herself so that her front is covered by the concrete.
>You're disappointed that you can't see her naked body anymore, but you suppose that minute or so of her inadvertantly flashing you was consolation enough.
>Rarity's eyes flick to and fro about the pool, scanning across every inch of water.
>Her panicked expression told you everything you needed to know about what it was that she was searching for.
>Your search turns up much the same as hers does: Nothing.
>It seems her bikini has simply gone missing.
>You have no absolutely idea how that could've happened.
>But that isn't important.
>What is important is the nude teenage beauty queen who is currently begging you for clothes.
>"Anonymous, get me something to cover myself with, please! I'm sorry for hitting you, and for all those bad words I said about you! I didn't mean any of them, I swear!"
>You mull over her words for a moment.
>Well, she did hit you, and those words did sting...
>But then again you did deserve it, and she has more than paid you back for it by showing off that indescribably hot body to you, even if it was by accident.
>"Quickly! Before everyone comes back!"

>Her harsh whispers spur you into action, and with a silent nod, you begin jogging over to the changing rooms.
>You have a nice long tshirt in there, one that should cover Rarity's body rather well.
>Passing by the entrance to the pool, you see the fight is still going on, the crowd cheering a couple of idiots into fist-based violence.
>You don't recognize either of the two fighting, but they're really going at it.
>Hell, the crowd has even started a betting pool, a frenzy of activity centering around a short guy with glasses standing just outside the circle of spectators.
>Woah wait, what that an elbow-drop!?
>Wow. You're actually starting to regret not coming out to watch.
>The sound of your teacher's voice brings you back to reality, the knowledge that the fight club out there is about to come flooding back into the pool area setting off alarm bells in your head.
>The jog from before has nothing on your panicked sprint, your legs hurling you forward towards your destination.
>Within seconds you've reached your bag, fumbling about with the zipper before opening it with a flourish, deftly retrieving your shirt from its stifling confines.
>Back out of the changing rooms you fly, the harsh shouting of your teacher lecturing her students music to your ears.
>With any luck, the rest of the class will be stuck out there long enough for you to give Rarity her cover.
>You arrive at the poolside, handing Rarity your tshirt with a smile.
>"Thank you, Anonymous. Now, if you wouldn't mind, could you please turn around for me?"
>You do as she says, thinking that the girl derserves some privacy after her ordeal.

>Just as you finish with that, the rest of the class begin walking through the gate, talking amongst themselves as they disperse around the pool area.
>Whew. You got here just in time.
>The sound of splashing water heralds the arrival of Rarity back onto dry land, the soaked shirt leaving a trail of liquid over the concrete.
>But there's a problem.
>In both your respective panics, neither of you had remembered one of the cardinal rules of clothing.
>Don't get white fabric wet.
>You could only see her back from this angle, but the tshirt stuck to her skin like glue, perfectly moulding itself to her exquisite rear end.
>If that was the view from this side, then the people in front of her were also undoubtedly getting a glorious eyeful.
>Looking over at the tide of students, you could see that was definitely the case.
>Most of the boys eyes were wide in shock, while many of the girls were laughing and whispering amongst themselves.
>Rarity, for her part, walks toward the changing rooms without a care in the world, blissfully unaware of the show she's putting on.
>Well, until some jackass in the crowd points it out, anyway.
>"Holy shit, Rarity's naked!"
>The seamstress stops dead in her tracks, a crimson blush working its way across her face, unwilling to believe that anyone had seen through her disguise so easily.
>It takes a moment for her to work up the courage to look down.
>Upon noticing her predicament, the first thing she does is scream, a full five seconds going by before her lungs empty themselves.
>Then Rarity's arms snap to their respective covering positions, and she sprints into the girls changing room, wailing the whole way.
>...
>You're not going to get that tshirt back, are you?