“I’ll catch up with you soon darling! I just need to… to get this around…” Rarity shouted from her dark wood room in the cabana.

“Don’t worry, I just want to enjoy the water!” Fluttershy called back. Three of her fingers gripped gingerly around the corner of the door. Her butter yellow ears pointed attentively to the source of her friend’s voice. A handful of grunts and groans could be heard from the other side of the wall, perhaps the height of bikini fashion wasn’t easy to equip.

“Just don’t get too wet! Your sarong is a little thin so it may expose yourself! You… you could consider something else to wear if you want to swim!” Rarity shouted between her struggles. The faint sounds beyond the door sounded like Rarity was wrestling with some kind of rubber monster.

“Oh no, I’ll be okay. You made this outfit just for me… I’d feel bad if I didn’t show it off. I promise not to get it too wet,” Fluttershy smiled.

“What was that? You’ll need to speak up a little Fluttershy!”

“See you at the beach!” Fluttershy giggled and closed the door behind her. She took care not to let her lengthy pink mane, or tail, get caught between the door and wall. She stepped down onto the sandy beach below. It would only be a short two minute walk to the water’s edge from the cabana.

Fluttershy preferred far more conservative clothing, even when it came to bikinis, but she was willing to change things up for the upcoming weekend. The first reason was that Rarity had crafted this fine piece personally. Anypony could tell how much effort the unicorn had put into it, like all of Rarity’s creations, it radiated with affection. The bikini’s core is two scallop shells, with a soft fabric stuck to the inside so not to agitate her nipples. Even without the fabric the shells were smoothed to perfection, they felt soft and almost creamy to the touch. Three holes had been punctured on each shell’s far edges, to allow a golden clasp to be affixed upon its fringes. The clasps itself had the second most important job, because they were tasked with holding the thin brown spaghetti straps, which secured the entire top together. It was tied in two places, one at her back just below the base of Fluttershy’s wings and the second in her front. The latter of the two had to be tied by Rarity because Fluttershy herself, couldn’t reach it. While it wasn’t a necessity, the second knot ensured Fluttershy’s areola would stay safely out of the public’s eye. Her sarong was a soft green, based off of Fluttershy’s lush garden back home. Rarity had insisted on adding a flowery pattern but the yellow pegasus adamantly refused. It was already too flashy, she didn’t need any more attention. Rarity eventually agreed, she had concluded that when it was tied up, the flowers would look misshapen at best. The sarong was tied high up on Fluttershy’s hip, it was a large single knot that allowed a generous range of leg movement. The knot hid a third of Fluttershy’s cutie mark behind the folds of its braid of fabric, and her tail rested lovingly on the tip of the cloth.

The second reason, Fluttershy wore this bikini, was because Twilight Sparkle had reserved the beach for the entire weekend. Fluttershy and Rarity had been the first to arrive at the large cabana near the beach. Unlike the other mares, their schedules granted them an extra few hours of fun and relaxation. Just before sunset, Applejack would be the first to show up, she was always like clock work. The moment she had finished her chores and said goodbye to the other Apple family members, Applejack would take off. Following her, presumably Twilight would arrive, right at the sun kissed the horizon, or maybe half a minute early. Rainbow Dash would be late only because she overestimated her flight speed or underestimated the distance to the cabana from her home. Despite that, she would only be ’late’ by five minutes at most. Pinkie Pie was the wild card of the bunch, one could never predict when she would arrive and with what. Fluttershy giggled at the thought of Pinkie Pie struggling to bring her party cannon, or even a full wagon of pastry treats, to the beach. The wheels never cooperated in the soft swallowing sand as Pinkie Pie had learned last year.

Every year they all agreed to have a weekend to themselves. Peace on the beach, parties and the ability to just get away from it all. It would just be the beach and themselves, without a care in Equestria. Twilight Sparkle always organised it with funds the six of them collected around the year. Applejack and Pinkie Pie provided the food while Rainbow Dash ensured clear skies. Rarity was charged with creating clothing and Fluttershy’s task was to keep the local critter tame.

Fluttershy stood at the edge of the water. It lapped gently at the sand just below her yellow hooves. Her ears slowly turned to enjoy the serenity of the scene. The sound of the ocean’s waves, the seagulls chirping and calling to each other, it was exactly how Fluttershy imagined it. She closed her eyes and the wind kicked up around her. It picked up her pink mane and the two began to dance together to the melody of the waves. Fluttershy then took a step forward, her hoof breaking the water and added a gentle ’splash’ to the natural sounds of the beach. One could almost mistake her step for a fish jumping out of the ocean. The sea’s water was cool and refreshing, an escape from the summer’s pleasant heat. The one step became two, then three and soon it developed into brisk walk which steadily transformed into an energetic run.

Rarity closed the cabana door behind her.

“Goodness. I suppose I should find a better way put this on…” Rarity said to no pony in particular. She hurriedly strolled down the curve of the beach, making her way towards the water. She, had at long last, put on a light blue, almost azure, latex sling bikini. It diffused the bright sun but shone brilliantly regardless. The bikini was supported around Rarity’s throat like a necklace and was the main connector of her suit. The main trouble had been stretching the bikini out and around her neck. It looked good on paper and, ultimately, herself but Rarity had failed to foresee the effort needed to put it on. Luckily for her the latex was extra stretchy, and if she hadn’t been so careful not to ruin her mane, she might have been able to leave along side her friend. With her quickened pace, Rarity reached the water’s shore in under a minute. She raised her arm up and waved.

“Fluttershy! Sorry that took me so long! I brought the picnic!” Rarity exclaimed. The scene before her reminded Rarity of Venus – the wild flowing mane caught in the wind, the water giving way to the lithe legs of the yellow pegasus and the look of pure joy upon Fluttershy’s face. She was in a world of her own, separate from the troubles of today or the worries of tomorrow. Her arm was outstretched, alongside her wings, to feel the breeze generated by her thoughtful run. Fluttershy’s generously huge breasts bounced with each long stride she took in the shallow waters. Her spaghetti straps rapidly shifted from taut to loose with each step as her breasts rose and fell with the rest of her. The straps dug slightly into her enormous breasts, creating a sharp cleft of her yellow bosom then it took its natural round shape as she took another step. The scallop shells remained tightly around her nipples though, they barely moved thanks to Rarity’s fine seamstress skills. Fluttershy’s hand was up, her fingers curved around her head and were divorced around her ear. It kept her long mane out of her eyes.

Rarity called once more and Fluttershy turned her head. Her face throughout flush with blush.

“I-I didn’t see you there Rarity,” Fluttershy stammered as she stopped her run. Her tail landed in the sea and spread its hairy tendrils out into the water.

“Oh don’t worry dearie! I just wanted to tell you the picnic is all set up here,” Rarity motioned to the basket and blanket just behind her. The unicorn had decided to give Fluttershy a few more moments in her world alone, by setting up their meal on the beach.

“You looked quite lovely out there,” Rarity said as Fluttershy came up onto the dry sandy shore. She smiled a little, her mane covering her right eye.

“T-thanks.”