Feeling the Burn

by Clop Done Right

Rating: mature
Tags: Bulk Biceps, Sex, Thunderlane, Anthro, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash
Length: 2234

♥A bet gone wrong forces Rainbow Dash to work out in the nude, and that's gotten her just a little bit hot under the collar...

After losing a bet to Applejack, of all ponies, Rainbow Dash is forced to do a whole workout without any clothes on. Of course, just because she has no choice doesn't mean she can't like it... right?

Based on Buffing Up in the Buff by Belgerum. If you would like to see other clopfics reinterpreted in a similar vein, please read this blog!

Published 2014-12-15 21:10:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-15 21:10:03 UTC

No Pain No Gain

Confidence. Rainbow Dash took a deep breath, prepping herself to step into the gym. Nopony'd seen her step from the locker room, naked as naked got, but that'd change pretty soon. She took a peek through the glass panes—just to count. A couple dozen mares and stallions. Most of them regulars. Most of them who'd notice the instant she stepped through the doors.

Oh yeah, that'd change real soon.

"That's right, partner," Applejack had told her, grin wider than the brim of her hat. "A whole workout. Buck-fuckin' nude."

'Buck-fucking nude.' Really. All right, so Applejack could toss horseshoes better than she could. Maybe they'd bet on pretty much anything the winner wanted. And maybe Applejack just really wanted to see her naked…

But she didn't have to rub it in.

Confidence. That was the trick. She just had to keep cool, even though, in a minute or two, every gym rat in Ponyville was going to see her incredible naked body. Her… she looked down. Okay, yeah, her incredible naked body.

She gave her perky blue tits a quick squeeze, biting her lip as a jolt ran down her spine. She thumped her abs—stronger than steel, and ten times as hot. And her ass? Mistaken once for a jackhammer when she'd hip-checked a wall? Well, what could she say? She worked her glutes.

"Yeah." She clapped her hands together. "Confidence."

"Party's here!" Dash announced, throwing the gym doors wide open. Every neck—and more than a couple erections—turned straight toward her. She played it cool: chest out, wings flexed, couple nods toward her usual workout partners. She tried not to notice all the explosions, 'cause yeah, she was blowing a few minds.

AJ, eat your heart out.

Calm before the storm. The whole gym fell silent as she strode over to the stretching mats. Of course she had to get limber. The cool gym air felt delicious against her nipples, and the rest of her was pumped as ever. Her muscles didn't care much about lost bets or public nudity. They wanted a workout, and that's what she'd give 'em.

And, heck, she'd give the guys a little show to boot. All part of the bet, obviously. She was doing it because AJ'd won. Not because she enjoyed messing with them… that much.

The gym revved back into motion as she got to work on her stretches. Arms, legs, wings, and so on. Just enough to get her limber and loose. She could see the muscles rippling beneath her skin, and she could definitely feel the kinks popping. Flying around all the time was a stressful business. Tense, stress, spring, and fly on demand. Constantly. The sensation of unwinding after a week of zipping around felt electric on its own, and without clothes on—she almost didn't want to admit it, but it felt even better without clothes to keep her wrapped up. Sexual, even. Just her and that wonderfully brisk gym atmosphere, and everyone else.

She turned around bent over for toe-touches, tail kept teasingly over the naughtiest bits. A little swivel on the hips between every rep. Not enough to expose anything too much, but plenty enough to make a man dream. She could barely help but snicker a bit at the upset she was causing. The mares were staring intently at every direction but hers, and the guys were being guys: all eyes on the prize. Most of them weren't doing a great job of hiding the tent in their gym shorts. Poor Caramel was still trying to pedal on the cycling machine. Not likely, buddy.

Thunderlane was the first to challenge. "So, uh… R-Rainbow Dash!" he stuttered, interrupting her chest-stretches. "Y-you know that, uh, w-well I mean… Y'know?"

"Know what?" asked Dash, turning toward Thunderlane. She resumed chest-stretches. Arms back, pecs forward. Not to mention all the meat on them. She could almost hear Thunderlane's eyes pop.

"N-naked," he squeaked. "Y-you're… naked."

"Yeah?" She took another stretch. And just because she could, she gave her wings a couple quick flaps, putting Thunderlane face-to-tit with her incredible pair. "You don't say?"

Thunderlane sucked in a gasp, and Dash had to fight to keep herself from doing the same. Her nipples were standing pretty well on their own. They didn't really need the extra attention from Thunderlane's breath. Although it was pretty nice.

"What?" she said, stretching just a bit further forward. Thunderlane was so still she could swear he was busy rebooting. "Got a problem?"

"W-well, I…" Thunderlane took a few steps back from Righty and Lefty and gulped. "I-is there, um, a reason for your, uh, nakedness?"

"Lost a bet, can't help it," said Dash simply. She took one last stretch, and that made ten. She touched her toes back to the ground and gave him a shrug. "I'm gonna go lift now. You should probably go change your shorts."

"Y-yes." Thunderlane cupped his hands to his crotch. "I'll… I'll go do that now." And like a bolt he was gone. Things would probably get kind of weird next Sunday on Weather Patrol, but eh. She'd handle it.

The bigger issue was just how good she was feeling. Not just pumped and primed from the stretching, but… excited, from all the eyes on her. Thunderlane's had just been the nearest pair. She felt the slightest blush creeping on as she strode toward the weights. At least Thunderlane could change his shorts. It was going to get pretty hard to hide the growing dampness in her crotch if she got any wetter.

"Just lost a bet, everypony!" she announced loudly, picking up her usual forties. "Next guy to ask will lose his face."

A few of the gym-ponies muttered to each other. Nods of agreement. Ooooohs of understanding. The most important thing was that their eyes were still on her—all of her. She'd never really gotten that kind of attention before. Most ponies' eyes drifted toward the wings, or the biceps, or occasionally her ass once she'd left them in the dust. This time they were checking out the goods. Not Pinkie's, or Rarity's, or—oh jeez—Fluttershy's monsters. Hers. And it didn't feel all that bad.

Not that they had to know that.

Dash got a start on her curls. Deep, steady breaths as she pumped each weight up and down. This was the best part of working out: the burn. The rippling of her muscles as she pumped the weight up and down, biceps rising and falling in rhythm, and the oh-so-faint wobble in her breasts with each and every lift. Not bad at all. She could even forgive Time Turner for sneaking peeks at her in between his own reps—she'd have stared too.

"Sure those aren't too heavy?" she asked him, catching him on a glance at her tits.

"No, no," said Time Turner dreamily. "I'm sure they'd be perfect." He froze. "I mean, no, definitely not too heavy! Doing great with this lovely pair! The—the weights, I mean! The weights I am lifting right now!"

"Heh, yeah, I'll bet." Dash took a seat on one of the benches and kept up with her curls. It was just a coincidence that she slid a little bit forward with every rep, and totally an accident that the cushions on the bench felt amazing on her folds. Total accident. Yup.

She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead and looked around for the gym towel. She'd be cleaning a bit more than sweat from the seat when she was done with it.

Which she did, after a few more mind-numbing sets. Probably nobody had seen exactly how bad she'd soaked the bench. Maybe Time Turner, but who was he going to tell? His watch collection?

Just the wing-lifts left. That'd qualify her for a full workout. Good thing, too. There were still too many off glances in her direction to get some full relief. Attention was good, but the more of it she got, the more her groin begged her for privacy.

"Hey, Rainbow Dash!" said a cheery Bulk Biceps, from over by the wing-lifting benches. He looked her up and down. "Naked, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah," said Dash, trying to keep her mind off the growing itch in her groin. Bulk was a nice enough guy. Not to mention a monster on the weights. Everything about him screamed huge, except the wings. Arms thicker than your average torso, pecs that could take a bullet, and everyone liked to joke about him being a little smaller than average where it counted, but if Blossomforth's stories were at all true, he was doing more than fine. So definitely he'd keep her mind off sex. "So I'm naked. What about it?"

"Great idea!" Bulk grinned. "Clothes were only holding us back!" He reached up an absurdly thick arm and tore his own shirt off. "Now for the pants!"

"Not unless you've lost a bet too, sparky," said Dash. "Can you spot me on the wing-lifts?"

"Sure!" said Bulk, putting what was left of his shirt back on his chest. "'Cause you should never wait on the weights!"

Sweet guy, honestly.

Dash wasn't too worried about the lifting part of the wing-lifting. She had the strongest wings this side of Cloudsdale, and could probably do it all in her sleep. The other half of the equation, though—well. That'd be tough. She laid down spread-eagle on the bench, exposing her now-soaking pussy to pretty much the entire gym, and the rest of her to Bulk Biceps.

Not that she was scared or anything. She could handle the entire gym seeing her naked. It would just be a little… too weird if they also knew it turned her on.

Confidence. Well, here went nothing. Dash went through her routine as quickly as she could. She tried to stay focused on the burn from lifting the heaviest weight in the gym. The sheer absurdity of her awesome wingpower. That would distract her, right?

Wrong.

"Is it just me, or is Rainbow Dash…?

"Oh, Celestia, that's hot."

"Uuungh." She couldn't take it. Little things, like just knowing that every mare and stallion in the room could see her dripping sex. The chill of the air currents drifting lazily over her naked body. And the mere thought that Bulk's forearm-length package was just inches away from her head, so close she could practically smell the testosterone, was honestly pretty hot. Just how good was Bulk in bed, anyway…? The bar drifted downward as her concentration wavered, until the cold steel juuuust pressed against her nipples.

Feel the burn.

"Hey, you need help, Dash?" Bulk helped her lift the weight back up, and kept his hands steady on the bar as she let it drop again. Jeez, they were right there. So close to her needy tits that they were practically touching already. Would it really hurt that bad to ask him for a quick grope? Probably.

"Great job, Dash!" said Bulk, as she finished the set. "Do you wanna do it now for me too?"

"So bad," Dash panted, scrambling to her feet. Well, okay, maybe he hadn't really meant sex, but she was on the verge of breaking down then and there. She already had her clothes off, and Bulk was halfway there. If he wanted to… But she couldn't just… Well, she could… Maybe. With everyone watching, though? She looked around, keenly aware of how many stallions were watching. She could feel their eyes on her, waiting. Watching. Hoping she'd finally get it over with. The tension could be cut with a knife, and good as the all attention felt, it didn't feel that good. She'd had a pretty good run so far, but she couldn't pass everything off under Applejack's bet… Could she?

Confidence!

Dash sighed. No. No confidence. She just didn't have enough in the tank. Not this time. Bet or no bet, she couldn't go that far.

Not yet.

"Whoops, sorry!" said Dash, stepping back. "Didn't mean that. I actually gotta, uh. Gotta do Rainbow Dash things and stuff like that." She coughed. "Sorry! Next time, though!"

"Uh, okay?" Bulk cocked his head. "Have fun!"

"Don't worry," said Dash, licking her lips. "I will!" And with that, she made a dash for it. Out through the double doors as fast as she could—faster even than the naked eye could follow.

"Heya, Rainbow!" said Applejack, opening the door. "Enjoy your workout?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," said Dash, now fully clothed. First thing she'd done before dropping by was take a shower and let off a little steam. "Probably."

"Bet everyone else enjoyed it more," said Applejack, giving her a light tap in the arm. "'Course, y'all already know not to bet with me anymore."

"Yeeeaaah." Dash shrugged. Now that she'd done her end of the bargain, and cleared a cold front's worth of sexual pressure, she had a bone to pick. No innuendo intended. "About that, actually…"

"Mmm?" Applejack narrowed her eyes and grinned. "What's that?"

"Another bet," said Dash. "Same game. Same stakes."

"Horse-shoe tossing, winner takes all?" asked Applejack, grinning even wider. She set her hands on her hips and laughed. "You sure, partner? Ya know it's gonna be even worse if you lose this time, right?"

"Yeah," said Dash, already flexing her arms. It was her turn to grin now, widest of all. "I know."