It was the middle of the night, the bare grey cityscape lit up with all sorts of neon signs and traffic lights, all blurred and diffused by the constant rain that came down. It was all rather calm, though hardly quiet with all the cars flittering about in the rain, tires splashing the water off the road, really only interrupted by some honks and the occasional loud, sputtering wreck of truck that came through. It was perfect for many ponies, each of them having their own reasons; some preferred the pleasant sounds, others the lovely sights, and a few... well...

“Yo, Thunder, try to keep up!”

Some liked how they wouldn’t be judged out in the open.

“Shut yer arse, mate! This be pretty fuckin’ stupid!”

Lightning Dust laughed back loudly amidst the pattering rain and the loud roaring of her motorcycle’s engine, tilting it left and right with practiced ease to fly through the car-littered streets, feeling the chilled wind and rain striking her form much clearer than one would possibly consider.

“What, you’re gonna judge me for being reckless?!” She yelled back at her friend, who was still trailing several car-lengths a ways behind her on her own motorcycle.

“Ya know wot I’m fuckin’ talkin’ ‘bout!” Rolling Thunder shouted back as she ducked and swiveled around the many cars in her way, chasing the other mare in the open in more ways than one.

Chuckling to herself, Dust couldn’t stop herself from feeling the freeing sensation that her friend spoke of, all the sensations usually muffled behind thick clothing striking her body at full force as she tore through the streets, no more than a visor to cover her eyes, fingerless gloves barely keeping her hands from getting drenched, and spike-studded boots to not slip on her expensive bike’s pedals. She knew most ponies--hell, most creatures wouldn’t dare do something like this, but she’d already done it on a whim multiple times in the past, and now was the time to show Thunder what it was all about.

The sudden increase in volume of a roaring of an engine other than her own made her ears perk up, and she glanced down at a rain-splattered mirror on her bike to see a stretch of open highway behind her, Rolling Thunder popping a wheelie on her bike and swiftly catching up.

Rolling her eyes, Dust decided to let the other pegasus catch up, and soon heard the telltale thwamp! of Thunder’s bike landing back fully on the drowned asphalt, keeping her speed up for a few more seconds until she rolled up at her friend’s left side.

“‘Sup, Thunder. Took ya long enough,” She spoke loudly over the sounds of their engines as she saw the other mare’s smirking face come into view, visor covering her eyes and all.

“Oh, fuck off, Dusty,” Thunder shot back playfully, looking just as wet as Dust felt, with her whole body, wings, and similarly scant clothing utterly soaked by the water that kept coming from the sky, with her usually curly and bouncy white mane trailing down her head and shoulders, not looking dissimilar to a practically liquified marshmallow.

Snickering at the comparison, Lightning Dust kept a weather eye on everything in front of her while she continued to talk with the other thrill-seeking pegasus, calling at her, “Having a good time?”

Thunder’s eyes shifted a bit in discomfort under her visor, and she breathed a sigh out into the cool air. “I love tellin’ stupid rules ta go fuck ‘emselves, but this shite is pretty fuckin’ cold.”

“And you don’t care about your bike vibrating against your pussy?” Dust asked back with copious amounts of snark and a shade of lust.

Rolling her eyes, the other mare seemed to blush a bit in embarrassment, though it was hardly visible on her dark and rain-drenched fur. “‘S a bit weird, yeah.”

“Awww, come on!” Dust teased, taking her left hand up off the brake to punch her friend in the shoulder, forcing her bike to sway and wobble a tiny bit on its course. “Don’t tell the badass Rolling Thunder is put off by--”

“I ain’t put off, mate!” Thunder shouted back, glaring at the other pegasus while she folded out her wings a bit more to keep herself upright. “Ya pull me out fer a day in the Sun in me skippies, and now we up to our bare fockin’ tits in the cold-arse rain! I don’t give a shite ‘bout what others be sayin’, but I ain’t the type of perv you are, Dusty!

“And don’t tell me you ain’t gettin’ yer rocks off ‘cuz of this!” She swiftly added, cutting Dust off from interjecting.

Of course, the other mare simply laughed it off and shot back, “Well, you ain’t completely wrong!” Looking ahead as they both continued to speed through the streets, she gestured in front of her with her head, saying, “Heads up.”

Looking ahead of herself as well, Rolling Thunder saw the massive semi-truck they were gaining on and split left while Dust went right, both of them speeding up a tad as they went between the truck and the one or two cars a lane apart on either side. There was a decent amount of space in front of the truck, so Thunder quickly slid past it and into the space, though as Dust didn’t arrive next to her, she looked back in her rear-view mirrors to see the lusty pegasus blowing a raspberry at the truck driver, who looked very torn between straight-up masturbating to the lovely sight presented before her or yelling at the mare to stop being so gung-ho with her life.

She didn’t stay there for too long though, and eventually drove back up beside Thunder and winking at her through her visor as she arrived at her side, both of them now lit up from the back by the truck’s headlights. “Seems like they enjoy the view!”

Sighing and looking back in her mirror at the driver, who was now looking at the both of them with a mix of horniness and assent, Thunder scoffed at Lightning Dust and quipped back, “‘Course they fockin’ do, a nude slut jus’ flew in front of ‘em!”

“Two nude sluts!”

“Two--” Thunder rolled her eyes and swatted Dust with a wing, causing her swerve and let out a sharp ‘woah!’ as she regained her control. “I’m a bare brainless bitch, yeah, but I ain’t no stupid fockin’ slut!”

Laughing in her utterly careless manner, Dust pushed herself up off her seat while keeping boots and hands firmly on her bike, and shifted her tail out of the way as best she could in the high-speed wind, exposing herself to the driver behind her even more than before. “If you’re gonna be such a prude, Thundy, I’ll just have to be even sluttier!”

Thunder herself didn’t even bother to look at the no-doubt nose-bleeding driver, just sighing and looking around at all the other rain-drenched cars around them, which thankfully none of them having the proper line of sight to get a full view of what was happening.

“Fockin’ hell, Dusty...” The still properly seated pegasus muttered to herself, then shouted over in irritation, “‘Ey, if you’re gonna keep flashin’ everybody, ya’d better catch up before I beat you to the nearest strip club!”

“Strip club? Really?” Dust retorted, sounding slightly offended. “Contrary to popular belief, I do have standards!”

Thunder just sneered back at her. “Bullshit!”

Scoffing and plopping her butt back down on her drenched seat, then revving her bike’s engine a bit, Dust called back, “Fine then, A-hole! It’s on!” And with that, she was off, shooting her bike forward with a burst of speed as she veered into an open lane on her right and sped off into the rain.

Thunder quickly jetted off as well, slipping in between a couple cars on her left and racing over to her friend, making damn sure she wouldn’t be getting ahead of her easily.

Author's Note

There’s something I love so much about characters who are completely unabashed about exposing themselves in public. Not even like, an embarrassed streaker or something; no I mean, taking pride in being nude in public when no-one else around dares to do so.

Rainbow Dash sort of fits that, as in, I can see her wearing somewhat skimpy clothing with little issue, but at heart, she’s still a dorky little goody-two-shoes. Lighting Dust, though; she’s the bitch, she’s the slut, she’s the one that won’t ever stop showing off every single centimeter of her flesh because she knows the police can’t catch her, and I love that. Not even as a sexual thing, it’s just super entertaining to imagine her streaking with complete and utter confidence like that.
As for Rolling Thunder, I imagine her as much the same as Dust, just a bit less proactive. She’s the one that just does stuff she wants to, but Dust is the one that intentionally pushes the limits. While Dust goes all out in public, Thunder just wanders around wherever, and only joins Dust when she sees her. As such, she’s a bit less experienced with the whole exhibitionism thing, but still eager and willing to through with it.