Nudist Dash

Chapters

Bare Necessities
Eating Out
Commando Forces
Naked Lunch
Stripfire
It's always the quiet ones
In a Flash
Come With Me
What happens in Las Pegasus ...

Bare Necessities

Rainbow Dash could feel the cool wind against her private parts. That was the first indication something was wrong. It didn't feel bad at all; in fact, it kind of felt good. But it definitely, DEFINITELY felt completely different.

Rainbow Dash was completely naked.

Dash slowed herself from her supersonic velocity over Ponyville, and looked down at herself. Heat season was starting, and like most mares, that means she SHOULD have been wearing panties; a small, unobtrusive pair that matched the color of her fur, to hide her now-more-visible genitals. During Heat, the privates swell with arousal, and become startlingly visible, and your tail instinctively hikes up, accidentally exposing yourself; so you need to wear something "down there", temporarily, just to stay decent.

Rainbow Dash was currently indecent. Rainbow Dash was exposing herself. She could see her own pink pussy. Landing on a cloud, she could feel the cool mist press against it, and its warm surface. It felt nice and chilling.

It was obvious what had happened. While seeing how long she could hold a Rainboom, the panties had slipped off from the incredible air resistance... somewhere.

She looked around. Thankfully, no one was nearby; though there was the entirety of Ponyville milling around down below. Rainbow's front hooves instinctively pressed between her hind legs to hide herself from any prying eyes who might happen to look up. She HAD just pulled off a sonic rainboom, after all, so, of course, quite a few people were looking up.

Including someone coming over... "Psst. Hey, Twilight! I need to borrow your underwear!"

Twilight stopped mid-flap, falling the last few feet to Dash's cloud. "What? I'm not giving you my underwear!"

"Can't you ... teleport home or something?" Please? I lost mine while flying. Ponies will see me! Naked!"

"Rainbow, my underwear wouldn't even fit. You're several sizes... smaller than I am. You're shorter and ... I'm an alicorn!"

Dash tried to sink further into the cloud to hide herself, and yeeped, as the cold icy water in the cloud pressed against her hot, engorged privates, startling her. She jumped up a few inches, uncrossing her front hooves.

Twilight looked down at Dash, then looked away to one side, with a slight blush, trying not to stare. "Wow! You really are ..." She trailed off, fidgeting.

"It's okay. You can look if you want. I don't mind if YOU see," Dash grinned mischievously.

Twilight smiled at that, and looked back at Dash, looking carefully at only her face, "Tell you what, why don't I fly back to your house and get you another pair? Then you can put them on, here."

"Yeaaaaaah, about that. See, I don't like doing laundry... " Dash was rubbing her neck with one hoof, "I don't have another pair. It's not that I wear it for a month straight!" Dash added quickly, "It's just that I only wear clothes when I go out. .When I come home, I take them off again. In fact, I almost forgot to put them on when I left. That would have been something," Dash chuckled. "Give the whole world a show. I might wind up having to do it anyway..." Dash trailed off, "Oh man, for a month. Well, probably not a month; only until Rarity can get me another pair."

Twilight's wings POMPFed with a wingboner, "You mean you don't even OWN any underpants right now? You're going to go fully nude?!"

Dash's mischievous grin got wider. "You like that idea, eh?" Want to come with me to Rarity's and enjoy the view? Though, you'll need your wings for that."

Twilight had a better idea that solved both their problems: she teleported them to Rarity's boutique.

* * *

"Darling, I can't take your measurements if you insist on moaning when I do."

"I can't help it! I'm really sensitive back there right now!"

"Be that as it may, I may not be bothered, but think of what you're doing to Twilight. You shouldn't tease her like that."

Dash gave a little giggle at that. "Oh, I don't think she minds, either. Her wings haven't gone down since she got here. In fact, probably the reason she's not sitting in a chair right now is because she's afraid to leave a wet spot."

Rarity looked behind her at where Twilight was standing, blushing profusely, her eyes glued to Dash's plot. Rarity was just in time to see Twilight tear her eyes away to look down between her hind legs to see if there was a puddle forming there. Of course, Twilight was wearing her panties, so there wasn't... yet. Twilight's eyes locked with Rarity's when she looked back up. They both knew the other had checked.

Dash piped up at that, "Seriously, Twilight. I can stop if you want me to. But being the center of attention like this really turns me on. You can't blame me for wanting to have a little fun."

"Darling, I can tell that from the leaking you're leaving on my tile floor. Careful not to step in it. And you are cleaning that up before you go, or I won't make you anything, and you can just stay naked."

Dash looked behind herself, quickly, at Twilight, "I bet Twilight would love that. Right, Twilight? See me go home naked?"

Twilight had no response, but Rarity did notice Twilight was surreptitiously staring, again, out of the corner of one eye.

Rarity finally broke the silence, with her own mischievous grin, "Well, I'm glad you're fired up about your newfound nudity, because I don't have the appropriate materials to make underwear right now. I can get some, but it will be quite a few days before your new panties are ready.

Twilight's wings POMFed again at that, "You mean, Dash WILL be flying home naked?"

"Darling, I'm sure you could teleport her. Darling? Darling?"

Dash turned again, to catch Twilight staring, and also spotted Twi's engorged wings. Dash's wings soon joined them in erection when she realized she was being stared at. Hot. "You know, Twilight, if you want to help clean up my ... fluids. I could be convinced to go home naked, if you would want to escort me? I'll even let you stand right behind me, so you get a really good view the whole time. And everyone else doesn't. Wow, I think the answer's gonna be "ok", because I can see a wet spot forming on your plot. I'm that hot, huh?

Twilight swallowed, and could get naught out, but a faint, raspy "Yes. Yes you are."

Eating Out

Dash could feel the eyes on herself almost as much as she could feel the arousal running down her thighs. They both felt incredible. Her heart was pounding as she strode through town naked. Dash's wings could only be so erect, slightly pink-tinged from the blood that formed her stiffness, giving them the same blush as on her face, and also on her plot. She didn't dare try flying with them, which is why they were walking to underneath Dash's house, through the busy center of town.

Dash's erect wings caught everyone's eyes first, then when they looked over at that, they could barely make out Dash's cherry-red, drooling, nethers around Twilight's head, that was almost, but not quite, in the way, which was barely failing at the task of eclipsing the burning star that was Dash's marehood.

Dash was thrilled by every split-second of it; every gasp, every 'omigosh', every 'woo!', it merely served to turn her on more. She felt so EXPOSED! So on display. One stallion took a picture. Some stallions embarrassingly formed their own wingboners, before hurredly galloping away, along with a couple mares.

As they passed the Hayburger, Dash grinned, "If you can tear your eyes from my vagina for a second, they're having a 2-for-1 special, Twi. I can take the free one."

"You want to eat burgers naked?"

"Well, it's not as if I have any money on me when I'm... like this. Maybe we can get them to go?"

"Tell you what," Twilight's eyebrows arched with mischievousness, "Anything you go in there and eat naked, in front of everybody, I'll pay for."

"Deal!" Dash ran in as fast as her hard wings could take her. After all, she was hungry, in more ways than one.

"Whatsamatter? Lose a bet?" The counter attendant colt asked, visibly sweating.

"Something like that." Dash was shorter than Twilight, and had to stand on her hind legs to see over the counter, which immediately made her lack of underpants obvious, being directly in front of the eyes of the lucky counter-colt. She'd probably just made his day.

As Dash flapped up over the counter, a dangling, stringy, trailing droplet of her juices chose that moment to come loose and land on his snout. He put his hoof up and collected it, pulling an elastic thread of it connecting hoof and nose.

Correction: she'd DEFINITELY just made his day.

Dash filled the growing silence, "That reminds me. I'm thirsty, so I'll need a large drink. Most of it is probably going to be coming out the other end."

* * *

"You weren't kidding about your arousal!" Twilight looked over at Dash's lap, "You've got an absolute LAKE going on in your seat. Good thing we're in a booth. Did you plan that?"

"No, I did that so the table would hide my private parts. Except for you. So that's why you sat next to me instead of across."

Twilight levitated some napkins down below the level of the table, "Be that as it may, we should probably clean some of this up, instead of leaving it to that poor worker."

"In this case, I think he'd like to; he hasn't mopped more than one tile over and over since we sat down here." To prove her point, she spread her legs wide, flashing him. His eyes visibly shrunk to pinpricks, and he dropped the mop. It fell hard against the tiles with a clatterbang.

"Rainbow!"

"What? I'm giving him everything he wants: the awesomeness of my Rainbow tail!"

"You still shouldn't tease him that way."

"We'll ask him: Do you want to be teased that way? Should I put my clothes on before coming back next time?"

"No! I mean yes! I mean... if you come again, I can ... I'm allowed to give out a meal for free, as thanks for ... something, like ... so if you're... again, I can ... you know ... as a thank you... for something."

"Like putting on a show?" Dash grinned a Cheshire Cat grin. But got no response. After a good 10-count, she closed her legs, breaking their hypnotic connection. The attendant resumed mopping the singular tile. That one tile was getting quite clean.

"That sounds awesome! I'll take you up on that next time! Well, let's go, Twi. I think my wings have gone down enough to fly up home." She stood up, revealing several fluid threads connecting her to her seat puddle, which snapped one by one as they attenuated, as Rainbow Dash walked out, flank held high, causing a second mop drop.

"Come again soon!" The service colt watched them go... intently; he was already looking forward to a return visit by the naked mare. Then, he remembered that they had a security camera. He quickly ran off to keep a copy of the last half hour for himself.

Commando Forces

Having just stepped into a rather narrow shower stall, Rainbow Dash was on her hind legs in the co-ed Wonderbolt changing rooms, so when the incoming (male) Wonderbolts got in from practice early, they got quite a good view of Rainbow in all her glory, causing a number of wingboners, and for those with their suits already half off, the other kind as well. With a sheepish grin, cheeks blushing profusely, Rainbow Dash explained, "Hey guys, you boys don't seem to mind my showering with you, so I'm just going to go with it, cool?" And turned on the water.

"Cool like ice," Thunderlane nearly tore the rest of his flight suit off, freeing both his boners completely. "I'm going to join you." He immediately got into the very next stall, hitting his flank against the knob, then fumbling for it with one hoof, unable to tear his eyes away from Dash. "This is my lucky day!"

"What about you, Soar? Want to enjoy the view? Are you cool with me showering with you guys?"

Soarin finally said, breaking out of his daze, "Cool with me. But ... um ... I'm going to wait a bit... until..."

Dash laughed as she lathered her rainbow hair, "Until your boner goes down? Dude, I can still see it through your suit. These things are skintight. You got nothin' to be ashamed of, big guy. Still, if you want to wait, you can enjoy wet n'wild Rainbow in the meantime." She plunged her mane under the water, rinsing it thoroughly. Then she started on her tail.

"Oh, Celestia, her tail," Soarin's eyes were fixed on Rainbow's rainbow. She had to be flashing her bits at him on purpose now. Dash was looking over at him to gauge his reaction, but he couldn't move his eyes away from that plot.

Rainbow looked over the other way, at the captivating view of Thunderlane showering next to her. Both his boners were at half mast, but when he caught Rainbow's gaze looking at him showering, they rose back up to full mast again.

Rainbow rested both her front hooves on the divider between stalls, and flapped her own hardened wings, heaving up on the wood frame and peering down at him showering below her, "You're getting off on this. I can tell. Almost as much as I am. This isn't all water, you know." She pointed down between her dripping legs with one wing.

He could only nod.

Dash could only laugh.

* * *

All eyes were on Rainbow Dash as she sauntered out of the shower and dried herself off. She was right; she was still dripping between her legs. She paid her drip trail no mind as she strutted over to the locker and put on her flight suit.

Soarin found his voice, "You're not going to wear any clothes under your flight suit?"

"Nope."

"But it's so sheer. And skintight. It's transparent... down there."

"That's right" Rainbow grinned a sleazy grin.

"I ... I can still see your pussy. And teats. Everyone can!"

"I should hope so."

"... Can ... can I watch you practice?"

"Don't see why not."

"Does Spitfire know about this?"

"I'm making it a surprise."

"I'm definitely watching this practice."

* * *

"Line up for inspection, recruits!" This time, it was Spitfire's turn to wingboner.

Then, she facehoofed. "Crash. Dash. Rainbow! Where in Tartarus is your underwear? Why isn't it on your crotch?"

Dash never even broke salute, "Lost it, ma'am. Was flying too fast, and they slipped off. Seriously."

Spitfire glared unto Dash's eyeballs for a ten-count. Finally, she continued, "Well, if it had to happen, that's the best reason I ever heard for it to. I admire your dedication, exposing yourself this way. Are you sure you're up for practice today? Judging by their wings, Soarin and Thunderlane are unusually interested in this particular rehearsal."

"I'm good, ma'am. I already let them watch me shower."

"Did they, now?" Spitfire turned her glare 90 degrees to the stands, where the boys were sitting 50 yards, or so, off to the side, "Just because you're in heat, I'm not going to let them take advantage of you."

"You misunderstand. I asked them to. I even asked if they minded me showering with the boys, and they said I could."

Spitfire's mental clock suddenly stopped ticking.

Spitfire turned back, and looked quizzically at Dash, "You asked them to watch you shower?"

"I asked if they minded me showering with them, but yes, they ... watched."

Spitfire slowly walked 180 degrees to the back of Dash's outfit, inspecting the puddle that was being formed by Dash's feminine fluids dripping down. Drip drip drip.

Spitfire raised one eyebrow and smiled fiendishly, "You're getting off on this." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. She knew it was true, already.

Dash said nothing in response.

"Well, let me help you with that. See, without any underwear on, we can't have you getting your ... goo all over the flight suit, not that it hides much of anything, anyway, so why don't you-"

Spitfire leaned right up to Rainbow Dash's ear and whispred,"- take. it. off?"

"Right here? Right now? In front of you and Soarin and Thunderlane and everyone?"

Spitfire suddenly went back to yelling, "Everyone! Crash is about to strip for us! Those of you on the bleachers may want to come closer."

Dash rose to her hind legs and gulped. Her heart was pounding. She was really going to do this.

"Wow, I've never seen you folks move so fast. We need that in our..." Spitfire's voice trailed off in Dash's mind, and was quickly replaced by the pulse-pounding heartbeats of blood pounding through her eardrums. She was really going to strip naked in front of her team.

She unzipped the front all the way to her crotch, where the suit was already leaking profusely, already exposing her teats. She pulled the neck line and withdrew her right arm, and then her left. Then, slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, hula-hooped the costume down, down, down. She was taking her time, savoring this. The suit moved a few inches with each gyration, until finally, finally, just as the hula-hoop line moved past the curve of her flanks, the suit teetered over the edge of her figure, and fell to the ground with a plop.

Rainbow Dash was naked.

She was standing there, exposing herself to her team; everyone. In public.

The waterfall between her back legs went from a drip to a stream. She was taking deep breaths, trying to stop herself from cumming in front of her team through force of will. She had never, ever been so deeply aroused as she was right now, this very second. Her heart was pounding. Her nethers were glowing cherry red with blood, as were both her nipples, hard and pointy. Her wings splayed out as far as they could possibly go, pink instead of blue, her entire face red as a tomato with the firey blush.

She had done it! She had stripped. She could feel the breeze over her wings, her privates, all of her red-hot body parts. It felt incredible. It felt freeing.

"Well, Crash, let's put some of that blood in your wings to good use." Spitfire blew her whistle. Dash took off vertically, splashing tiny little droplets of that arousal on her teammates below her, as she rose in the air.

Naked Lunch

Spitfire stared down over her clipboard at Rainbow Dash lying down in the grass, panting at her recent workout and... other things. "Judging by how well you're watering my grass, you really enjoyed yourself, there."

"Oh, Celestia, yes! I never wanted it to end. I wanted to just fly naked forever. Thank you for making me do it." Dash averted her eyes in embarrassment, looking down at herself, "In fact, I... I almost came just from the excitement of it all." She spread her hind legs to demonstrate the threads of arousal connecting them together. "I very nearly did when I first ... stripped in front of you all; and kind of low-grade the whole time I was flying... naked. It was like I was having sex with my whole body. It was awesome! Can we do that again tomorrow?" Rainbow sat up and looked at Spitfire, hopefully.

"I don't see why not. It's doing wonders for your time."

"You knew, somehow. You knew what it felt like. You knew exactly how to throw it into overdrive for me."

"Crash," Spitfire looked around, to make sure no one was in earshot. "There's something about me you may already know." Spitfire sat down in front of Dash and took off her whistle, laying it aside, on top of her clipboard. "Not as your captain right now; Wonderbolt to Wonderbolt."

Dash looked down at herself and lack of current Wonderbolt uniform, "Wonderbolt to naked Wonderbolt," she smiled.

"Before I was a Wonderbolt, and very, very occasionally after, I used to be a stripper."

"I THOUGHT that was you! I saw your show, Firewings! You were hot!"

Spitfire blushed, looked away, and rubbed the side of her neck with one forehoof, "Thanks. Yeah, a couple of the 'Bolts did, here and there. 'S why by 'Bolt name is 'Stripfire'. It's really embarrassing when it happens. But it wasn't about the money, it was about being up there, on stage... maybe that attitude is what got me into the Wonderbolts in the first place. I wanted to perform for everyone."

"I get that; you want to show off your stuff. It gives a thrill."

Spitfire nodded, "Exactly! I really kind of miss it. It's getting harder and harder not to be recognized"

Rainbow snickered, "Harder and harder."

Spitfire continued, "I used to go all the time in the off season, even after I became a Wonderbolt, but I kept getting caught out."

"Although, it does explain your picture on the Wonderbolts calendar. It's always my favorite month."

"I think it's everyone's favorite month, and I absolutely love how it's everyone's favorite month." Spitfire paused, "Maybe that's why we get along so well, Crash."

A breeze blew over Rainbow's naked body, drying her sweat and making her shiver, "I think I'm going to hit the showers. Wanna come watch?"

"Only if you watch me back!" Spitfire winked.

"Deal! And ... I know a great place to eat after, if you want to fly down to Ponyville. It's like this..."

* * *

"This isn't some kind of prank, is it?" Spitfire absentmindedly crossed her forehooves over her nude barrel. She didn't really feel cold, just ... bare. "I feel naked."

"You are naked." Dash was gliding next to her.

"I keep thinking someone's going to see us."

"That would be awesome!" Dash flashed a grin... and other things.

"Maybe I should have worn clothes on the way down, and then got naked."

"This way's more fun. Besides, where would you put your clothes?"

They landed in front of the Hayburger, still advertising its 2-for-1 special from yesterday, and walked in. It was amazing the difference between their entrances to the building. Rainbow held her head high, and walked with a swag swagger. She owned this. Spitfire looked down, and around frequently, one forehoof absentmindedly covering her crotch. An observer might think Rainbow was the Captain and Spitfire the rookie. In a way, they were, at least in the ways of nudity.

Dash got up on her hind legs again, resting her hooves (and marehood) on the counter. "Hey, big boy; I'm back. Man, I sound like Rarity. Remember what you said yesterday? Well, check us out!" With that, Rainbow leaned back and spread her arms wide, standing with her back legs wide, regaining her balance with a quick half-flap of her wings, exposing herself fully to the colt.

Spitfire was still on all fours, but reluctantly took her hoof away from her privates, unfurled her wings, and smiled. They both had a thread-droplet of arousal dangling from their respective vaginas. As timid as Spitfire was behaving, she was evidently aroused just as much as Rainbow was.

"Two of them?" The colt stared in shock, mouth open. He was behind the counter, so Dash couldn't see if he had an erection. And he was a brown Earth Pony, not a pegasus, so there was no telltale wingboner. But Dash imagined it was there, out of sight, just the same.

Eventually, tired of posing majestically for now, Rainbow Dash finally waved one hoof in front of him. "Yoohoo. Equestria to Hayburger."

"Oh yeah... but, I can only give out one free meal, not two."

Dash responded, "But it's two for one anyway, so the second one is still free."

"I'm not sure that's how it-"

Dash bluffed, "Or we could put our clothes back on."

Their meals were on the counter before she even finished the sentence.

* * *

"You dropped a fry. Why don't you lean way, way over and pick it up?" Rainbow suggested to Spitfire, who giggled to herself.

The colt was back to mopping precisely one tile again, and still dropped the mop every time one of them teased him with their privates. This was fun!

Spitfire went face down, plot up, and flagged her tail up high, flashing her goods to the mopper, "I don't see it."

"There is actually one down there," Rainbow said. "And he didn't drop the mop, so it doesn't count."

"Why don't you... help me look for it?" Assuming the position next to Spitfire, Rainbow complied with her sultry request, flashing him with her own vagina. THAT got him. CLACK went the telltale sound of the mop, while the both laughed from under the table.

Spitfire waggled her plot at his general direction, "And that doesn't count either. That was both of us, so we're still tied."

Rainbow responded, "How about, if we get him to pop a boner, we both win?"

"Ooh, I like that. Teambuilding."

Suddenly, the colt left the mop there, and ran back to the counter.

Rainbow looked over her shoulder, "What was that about? There's no customers."

Spitfire stopped waving her teats back and forth, "I think it means we won. That was good teamwork, Crash. Maybe we should also try it on the boy Wonderbolts tomorrow. And a few of the girls."

"Does that mean you're going to fly naked, too?"

Spitfire stopped and looked up at Rainbow. "Well, you seemed to get a kick out of it. And this is fun.

"You should. I think you'd enjoy it."

"Let's just say I'm considering it."

* * *

"Oh man, I had too much cola," Spitfire said, flying back home. She turned to Dash, "I feel like I'm going to wet my pants."

"I mean, it's not as if you're wearing any pants right now, so you don't need to worry about it. Go whenever you want."

Spitfire blushed, "I can't do that!"

"Why not? If it's pure clear, it's all water, anyway. Water the forest! We're low-key doing that anyway with the way our plots are drooling. What's a little more?"

Spitfire craned her neck to look behind her, at the vaginal fluids running down one leg and dripping off into the forest below, and blushed deeper. "Maybe... "

"I totally would."

"Okay, then; if you will, I will." Spitfire looked over at Rainbow Dash flying parallel on one side.

The other naked mare startled. Then, she grinned wickedly and spread her hind legs wide, "Deal!"

Spitfire grinned wickedly also. She spread her hind legs to match. "Just be sure to keep up with me in the flying department, then; if you fall behind, you might get a little wet."

"It's a race, then. Whoever gets wet has gotta practice naked tomorrow."

"You're on!"

Stripfire

Spitfire was only wearing her whistle on stage, and nothing else. She was waiting for the other Wonderbolts to gradually make their way onto the proving grounds. She was pretending to write on her clipboard so that she didn't need to make eye contact with anypony. It was only somewhat successful; she could still hear the whispered sursurations in the bleachers, below.

Her ears and cheeks burned with embarrassment, but also arousal. She hadn't felt this way since... well, she last felt this way right before a different type of show. She used to feel the same thrill right before a strip show. Which, perhaps, was what this was.

It was time. She blew this whistle, "Ten-SHUN," The Wonderbolts all stood. She still commanded respect. "As you may have noticed, I lost a bet with Crash, so I'm looking even more spectacular than usual, today."

"Woo! Spitfire!"

"Lookin' good, Cap'n"

"I must be dreaming"

"Nice tits!" The last was said by Rainbow Dash, who was similarly lack of dressed.

"I can why you in particular would think so; I can easily see they're bigger than yours," Spitfire smiled and arched one eyebrow. "Unless you want to come up here and prove me wrong."

'Crash' couldn't take that lying down, so she flapped/hopped onto the stage and stood parallel to her captain. "Well, at least I'm more aerodynamic." Spitfire was somewhat gifted in the crotchtits department; Rainbow Dash was ... not.

"Oooooooohhhhhh. Burned, Crash!"

"I have a real question," Soarin raised one hoof.

"Yes, Soarin?"

"Um ... the guys especially, because you are such an attractive commander, tend to get really tight flight suits because of our guy bits, if you know what I mean. The erect wings I can deal with, but the crotch... I have trouble moving because the suit is so tight, anyway. I mean, we've probably all seen each other before, anyway, so can we practice naked? If we want to?"

Spitfire deadpanned, "You're saying your dick is too big to fit in your suit right now."

"Well ... yes."

"Now this I gotta see." She waved one hoof in his direction, "Go for it."

Soarin blushed, but immediately started stripping.

Surprise cheered, "Woohoo! Take it off! Show us that giant cock!"

Once he was completely nude, and his erection was out for all to see, Spitfire agreed, "That is impressive! This whole practice is looking better all the time."

Surprise was jumping up and down with one hoof in the air, "Ooh! Ooh! Can we all take our suits off, or just the boys? Dashy gets to take hers off."

Spitfire nodded, "Only if you want to, though. I'm not forcing anyone. If you want to leave your suit on, that is perfectly fine."

Surprise got naked so fast, her clothes practically vanished in place, "That's what I'm talkin' about. I bet mine are bigger than Dashy's. Oh wait, I'm supposed to lose a bet, aren't I? Hmmm. This is hard. Teehee, hard."

Spitfire blew her whistle again, "Now that we're done admiring our anatomy, keep in mind we're Wonderbolts first. I won't hesitate to revoke your nudity privileges if you can't keep up because of it, or if you can't behave yourself. Now... Crash! Stop dripping on my stage. You're with Surprise, Thunderlane, and Soarin today."

Surprise cheered as she took off "Ooh, we can be suits versus skins. But more so..."

Rainbow Dash turned to Spitfire, "Coming, Cap'n?"

"In a minute, Crash. I'm keeping an eye on you from down here." Spitfire didn't mention the real reason: the puddle between her legs was easily three times the size of Rainbow's, and she wanted to clean it up before someone noticed.

This practice really was getting better all the time.

* * *

Spitfire paused her paperwork when she heard the ... light tap? "If that's supposed to be a knock on my office door, come in."

Dash peered around the door. "Whoa! You're still naked."

"Yeah, well, so are you. Didn't feel like getting dressed. Get that nude tail of yours in here."

Dash shut the door behind her, "I kinda have a question about ... what you told me before? The stripping? I ... I kinda think I want to do something like that... if you don't think it will compromise the Wonderbolts. Maybe a stage name like Flash? It's fast, but also ... naked. I know yours was Firewings. How did you keep people from learning your true name?"

"Well, that's the million-bit question, isn't it? If you find an answer, let me know. I haven't had a day like today in years. It was fantastic! I would love to go back to it once in a while."

Dash said, "Soarin had an idea about the calendars. You know how you're always the favorite month? What if ... what if we did all the months like that, or even ... an X-rated calendar, for charity. Soarin and Surprise both love the idea. And I think Thunderlane would, too."

Spitfire leaned back in her chair, arms behind her head, "Not a bad idea. What I'd really love to do is a whole show in the nude, but we're really supposed to be more family-friendly than that, according to Celestia; there's no way we'd get Celestia to sign off on it."

"What about Luna; she's into people's dreams? Or Cadence; she's the princess of love, anyway? Or ... Twilight? Ooooh, I could talk to Twilight!"

It's always the quiet ones

Twilight Sparkle rang Dash's doorbell. POMPF! Twi wingbonered, then facehoofed. "Dash. Do you normally answer the door naked? Not that I don't love the view, but I need to fly back to the library after this."

Rainbow Dash looked down at her naked self. "Oh yeah. Oops. I forgot. Sorry, Twilight."

"You FORGOT?!"

"Well, it's not as if I have any underwear to wear! I don't have to remember!"

"Here!" Twilight pulled out a cyan blue pair of panties from her saddlebag. "Fresh from Rarity. Apparently you never came by to pick them up?"

"Oh, yeah; thanks, Twi."

"Don't tell me, you forgot. Well, don't forget to put them on before you go out," Twilight reminded Rainbow. "Can't have you flying in the nude."

"Awww," Rainbow smiled as she stepped into the leg holes, pulled her panties up, and hitched them a bit higher. It was the first time her loins had felt the kiss of underpants in several days. "It almost feels weird wearing clothes again."

Twilight smiled too, "But at least we can both fly now, without getting... aroused. C'mon; you can come by the library and be decent, now."

* * *

Dash commented "Wow, there's no one here. Not a lot of ponies at the library?"

"That's common in the mornings on a weekday."

Dash flopped down in a beanbag, and started reading, but ... hmmm ... kept adjusting her underwear. Again. And ... again. She'd grown used to the freedom of going nude, and wearing clothes felt ... uncomfortable. Gah. Another adjustment...

"Twilight, since there's no one else here but us two, so we have some privacy, and we already safely made it here to the Library, would it be okay with you if I take off my clothes?" POMPF "I can tell by that wingboner that you want me to."

Twi blushed, "I do want you to, you're right about that, but..." She flapped while speaking, trying to lower her wingboner, with only mild success.

Dash interrupted, "Don't worry! I can sit in the back, and my underpants can stay in hoof's reach while I read. I can always slip 'em back on real quick, if someone comes in. No one else needs to know."

"Welllll... I don't know..." Twilight blushed deeper, and bit her lip, looking off to one side.

Rainbow figured Twilight needed some more inducement. Rainbow stood up, slipped her hooves under the waistband, and slid her panties down a couple notches, enough to reveal her crotchteats, "AND you can stare at my naked plot all day, while I read. I give you permission, whenever you want to."

Twilight did want to. She really, really wanted to. She wanted nothing more than to say yes right now. Her desire fought in her mind versus the fear of them getting caught by a library customer. But if Dash really was going to keep her panties in hoof's reach, what was the harm? They were unlikely to get caught, then. But what if they did; what if she wasn't fast enough? Dash? Not fast Enough? Yeah, right. Plus she'd see Dash nude. Completely nude. That delicious plot. That waistband slowly sliding down, revealing more and more of her flank... it would be so easy... she could easily say the word and get to see all of it. All day. All she wanted. All she had to do was say ... Tartatus with it, "Fine. But you better not get any vaginal fluids on any of the chairs. I WILL make you clean anything up."

Rainbow let her underwear fall the rest of the way, and stepped out of it, exposing all of her private parts to Twilight. "Thanks, Twi. I really appreciate it; I would so much rather go nude."

"I would rather, too; I mean, you are, I guess, objectively attractive, especially, like when, like now, you're naked; I'm going to stop talking, now." Twilight blushed again, and raised her book over her face. At least, she pretended to.

Dash could see her peeking out over the top of the book at all her naked glory. Dash was basking in that view, as if Rainbow was sunbathing, splayed out for all to see on the beanbag. Her wings were slowly rising to match Twilight's. The faucet of her nethers were slowly starting to leak. Rainbow had to cross her hind legs to prevent any lubricant from flowing out, "It's all right. you don't need to pretend; you can look at me aaaaaall you want. It really kind of turns me on; like, really, really turns me on. Have you seen the Wonderbolt calendars they put out every year?"

"YES! I ... er, have one. In my bedroom."

"Is it in your bedroom because of Spitfire? Like mine?"

Twilight only nodded, still blushing.

Rainbow walked over to Twilight, and almost-whispered. "I'm going to be in the next one." She stroked down her body with one hoof for emphasis, "Like this."

"Is that... allowed?"

"Well, technically, the Wonderbolts serve the princesses, so if you say so, well then, you can make it so. You can even have 12 months of me." Dash leaned over and whispered in Twi's ear. "A year of Rainbow Dash. Just. Like. This." Rainbow leaned back on the library counter at this, spreading her wings and all four hooves out wide, showing off her body underneath Twilight's blushing gaze. It was a perfect 'draw me like one of your Prench girls' pose.

"Rainbow Dash, you're trying to seduce me into letting you run around indecently, aren't you?"

"Yes. And it's working. Isn't it? You really, really want me to. If we both had our way, I would never have to wear clothes again. I would go naked, forever."

"Yes, but Rainbow, I wish I could, Oh, Celestia, I wish I could, but... people would talk. I might let you do the calendar. Heck, I would certainly want at least one. But, I don't know... maybe I could think more clearly when I'm not as horny."

"I also have an idea that Spitfire herself really wanted, along with many of the rest of the 'Bolts. It gets really hot in the summer, and we get all sweaty, so how about letting us do a show without our Wonderbolt costumes on? A nudie show."

"You know, that could actually work."

"Wait, really?"

"Not as an official show, we could let it be known that on ... especially hot days, the Wonderbolts train naked; dress rehearsals become undress rehearsals."

"Yeah, we've recently already started doing that, actually."

POMPF, Twilight's erection reasserted itself at that, but she continued, "And then we can let you have ... open dress rehearsals, so people could come and watch you do your show naked. We could even make those days really, really hot, to provide a good cover story."

Dash grinned from her sexy position on Twi's counter. "Oh, they'd be hot, all right. And I can make sure you get front row seats."

POMPF! Twilight's wings could not possibly get more erect, nor could her face get any redder, "So, tell me about this calendar idea of yours!"

* * *

"Ze magics!" Photo Finish was nothing if not professional, but also knew what made a good photo; even ... that kind of photo. "Nono. Do not wipe up his precum. He is aroused. That is good thing."

Thunderlane and Soarin were both standing on their hind legs with beads of precum arousal at the tips of their erections. Similarly, Spitfire, Rainbow, and Surprise also had snail trails coming out of their own vaginas, lying down in front of them. All 5 of them had wingboners.

Spitfire's wingboner was the biggest and widest, "This is bucking better than sex," she threw her head back, and looked down at herself. They were all watching her juices slowly trickle down her plot, and off the side, forming a very, very, VERY elongated droplet that hung down underneath Spitfire's crotch, very nearly touching the ground.

"NOW!" Photo Finish took the photo at the utter last second before the thread broke and the droplet fell to the floor. It was a perfect picture.

In a Flash

"Flash, you brilliant slut!" Spitfire ran into the shower room at full-tilt, holding her clipboard high, like some mystical Excalibur, about to knight Rainbow Dash with it.

Dash was, as usual, naked, but also dripping wet from her shower. She was preening some loose feathers. At first, she instinctively covered up her erogenous zones, but then grinned and very purposely uncovered them. And just. Kept. Preening. "What's the rush?"

It was Spitfire's turn to wingboner. She stared at Rainbow preening for a good twenty-count. Preening the base of the wings, over the "wingboner muscle", was a highly erogenous zone for pegasi. There were entire porn magazines devoted to preening.

Rainbow Dash was preening right in front of her.

She plucked a feather from her naked wingboner with a moan, grasping it in her mouth, and depositing it in a nearby bucket. She then went for another crooked feather next to it, moaned again, and very deliberately winked at Spitfire. "Feel free to watch," she said around a mouthful of feather, with a smile. "You know I don't mind."

Spitfire gulped hard, dropping the clipboard with a clatter on the tile floor of the changing room, riveted.

"If you want to be watched, too, you can preen with me; we can watch each other preen. You can even help with the ones I can't reach. You can leave your underwear on, or take it off, if you want. Either way's good with me. It's only us in here."

Spitfire, almost robotically, moved her forehooves to her waistband and tugged off her coat-colored panties, leaving her as naked as Dash. A wetness was already gathering, and dribbling down one leg.

This wasn't the first time Spitfire had to help one of her teammates preen an unreachable feather. It wasn't questioned. It happened rarely, but it does happen. Nor was it the first time someone had helped her. But both at once? That only happens in porn.

Then again, she had just done a porn shoot with Dash, so that airship had already sailed.

Spitfire smiled and sauntered over; might as well make the most if it. This was going to be amazing, "You know, Flash, I've never actually done a mutual preen, before."

Rainbow blushed, "I actually have before, with a ... friend of mine."

Spitfire grinned evilly, "Sounds like a really... close friend. Are you sure you want to add me to that group?"

"Of course ... Stripfire."

'Stripfire' bopped Dash on the nose with one wing, "Alright, Flash. You do my wings and I'll do you."

Rainbow snickered at the phrasing. "By the way, what was that you wanted to tell me?

"Oh yeah, almost forgot; you were just too hot; blocked it from my mind. Twilight issued an Official Proclamation that the Wonderbolts may train in the nude, whenever it's scheduled to be more than 100 degrees that day."

"I thought we were already training naked. Especially when it's hot."

"But now it's an Official Proclamation, which means it gets published with all the other ones in the Official books and Official records; everyone knows about it, now. There's bound to be scores of articles in the papers about us going naked. Which means ... Spitfire leaned in close, and lowered her voice, conspirationally. "People are going to sneak in and watch. us. train. without any clothes on, at all."

Rainbow continued, "And we won't get in trouble for flashing them. Because they're technically not supposed to be there, watching us."

"That's right. Also gives us a cover for the calendar. They're technically unofficial shots, taken during nude practice. We technically promise not to complain if, and only if, they donate the profits to charity."

"Twilight's a smart cookie."

Suddenly, the voice of Surprise echoed off the tile walls, "OHMYGOSH! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE ... preening... IN HERE! I'm so sorry! I'll just ... go. And lock the door. Sorry." The sound of trotting echoed away.

There wasn't even time to look up during this. By the time they did, there was nothing but a Surprise-shaped vapor trail. Surprise was fast.

Their pupils shrank. Both of them looked at each other. Spitfire grimaced. Dash chuckled, "Well... we did want to be seen." With that, they both broke out laughing.

Spitfire wiped away tears of laughter with one hoof, "I think that's enough preening; I'm going to put my clothes back on. In the meantime, where's yours?"

Dash looked down guiltily, "I didn't bring any. I flew here all the way from home naked."

"You stud!"

Surprise's voice echoed off the tile again, "No, boys, the changing room is staying locked. It ... exploded. Yep. Exploded. Can't go in there."

Pulling up her underwear, Spitfire remarked, "Speaking of smart cookies; I'm giving her a raise. IT'S OK, SURPRISE! I'M DECENT, NOW!"

CLICK, the door unlocked, opened, and Surprise's head popped in, "You sure, Stripfire?"

"Yup. You can let them in, now."

"Okay, boys, sounds like the changing room unexploded. You can go right in!"

Come With Me

Days later, both 'Flash' and 'Stripfire' sat naked together in the grass, with both their underwears sitting next to them, in the dusk of the setting sun, planning the choreography of their nudie show on Spitfire's clipboard. There was a reason they had taken their clothes off and sat in the grass, instead of sitting on the bleachers, or stage, they had recently vacated: because it was turning them on so dang much that both their naked plots were leaking a continuous, steady stream of vaginal fluid, both streams commingling into a communal puddle of girl goo.

First, the underwears had gotten damp in the crotch, so they had to go. Then, the front row of bleachers and stage, which Spitfire and Rainbow sat, respectively, was getting oozed on, so they had to move to the grass.

Not that they minded in the slightest; they both got to be nude & see each other naked. Plus, it was a scorcher, and the breeze felt nice on their naked feathers. It was due to be hot, in more ways than one, tomorrow, so this had to be done this evening.

"Flash, that thing you did when you first stripped for me and the boys, the hula-hoop thing with your flight suit? We have to start with that; it was sexy as hell."

Flash blushed deeper, "That really only works because I wasn't wearing anything under my Wonderbolt uniform."

"So? Go commando for the show. You can strip first, then take off, then I can do my stiptease where I take off both my uniform and panties; I'm already familiar with it from my own strip show."

"I love how you can say that so unashamedly."

It was Stripfire's turn to blush deeper, "I mean, you saw it. It's a great show! And I have fun doing it."

"So did I! You saw how aroused I was when I was taking it off in front of everypony! I didn't even touch myself, and I very nearly came, anyway! for hours! I've never been so aroused in my life!

"You know, I almost did, too, many times; long, long ago, when I was first getting started stripping, just from the thrill of it. That's one reason I'm glad to be doing this now."

Flash thought a moment, and leaned back, propping herself up with one hoof. "I'm glad to be doing it with you. I thought it would be weird. But it's so ... body-positive: there's no shame, no secrets, nothing held back. What's the word Twilight used? Hedonistic? Helping each other feel good; it's very Wonderbolts-y."

Stripfire nudged up closer, sitting right next to Flash so that their butts touched at the hip. "It's teamwork. Building each other up, instead of tearing them down. Not making fun of our differences. I'm sure we're each into stuff that the other would find really kinky. But that's okay! Speaking of, is Twilight going to be there? Isn't she a Princess? How does that work?"

"She says she has a spell: Supermare glasses. If you wear them, no one can recognize you. At all. It's an idea from a Power Ponies comic; no one can tell who Supermare is under her secret identity."

Stripfire put one wing around Flash. "I wonder if something like that would work for stripping. I could show you how a REAL strip show goes. Think about a show of Rainbow Flash and Firewings every off-season."

Flash looked down at her still-drooling nethers, "Oh, I am! I am."

Stripfire looked down at Rainbow's leaking vagina, "You know, Flash, there's only so much you can do during a Wonderbolts rehearsal that would still look halfway normal. If we had something like that from your friend, we could have a REAL strip show together. Seriously, talk to her about it, tomorrow. You did invite her right?"

"Yup. The Hayburger clerk, too, for old time's sake."

"I'm also going to "accidentally" leave the gate unlocked, should be a good crowd to see the rehearsal. I've never stripped for a huge crowd, before. You okay there, Flash?"

Rainbow only responded with heavy breathing, staring down between her hind legs, trying not to cum at the thought of what she was about to do with herself, while her nethers leaked more lubricant into the grass. Flash was laying back, face up, propping herself up with both arms, watching the river between her thighs.

Her crotch kept winking at Stripfire, squishing out some fluids each time. Spitfire smiled, "I think you're even more turned on than I am. Afraid to cum in front of your captain? It's okay; there's no stage to mess up. What was it you said about watering the grass, or something?"

Flash shook her head, "It's not any if that; it's just, if I cum, I can lose the arousal feeling."

"So you're edging yourself?"

"Not really; it's hard to explain."

"No, I get it. I was the same way, before a show. It's ... liberating. empowering. But I think you have it worse. Or better. Let's hurry up and get this show figured out, so we can perform it naked, tomorrow... and ask your friend about that spell."

* * *

"That's supposed to be a reserved seat," Spitfire told a ... quite strange-looking pony aiming for the front row. She was REALLY early; she was the first guest.

"It's reserved for me. I'm Princess Twilight."

"Prove it."

"I'm an alicorn." She was right. She had wings and horn. And was purple. That could only be one pony.

"How did I miss that? You don't look anything like... somehow."

"I know. Dash told you about these glasses, right?" Twilight gestured with one forehoof at the massively oversized spectacles.

"I know; it still... seems strange... looking at you, but not really recognizing you. Speaking of... is there any way of getting more of those?"

Twilight nodded," Oh, sure. I made lots. Some of Dash's... other friends wanted to come, but didn't want Dash to see them in the audience, admiring her flank. They'll be by, later. Why? Dash getting cold hooves? Doesn't want to be recognized?"

"Something like that. Dash wants to... reprise our show today in Las Pegasus ... with me. But we can't do that as Wonderbolts. Is there a way no one recognizes us? We could work something out so you can come and see us strip-" POMPF "I take it that wingboner of yours is a yes?" Stripfire crossed her forehooves and leaned back to rest against the wall of the bleachers. She had her.

* * *

Flash peeked out between the curtains backstage, "Omigosh omigosh omigosh omigosh. There must be ... two thousand ponies out there, to watch us take our clothes off!"

"Firewings" peeked next to her, startled upon realizing she was telling the truth, and rubbed her thighs together in arousal, "Man, I've done dozens of these, and never had a crowd like that; never come close. We must be doing something right, together. We have good teamwork, though."

"Captain, what are we now, to each other?"

"Well, I'm not your captain, here! I'm Firewings, and you're Flash. We're performance partners. Firewings is not your superior. We're both on stage together. Officially, Firewings and Flash don't even know who those Spitfire or Dash people are. We are completely different people."

Flash put a hoof to her chin in thought, "Does that mean... since we're equals in this and all, and not a superior officer... Does that mean Flash and Firewings can... preen after the show?"

Firewings smiled wide, "Yes, Flash. I think it does."

What happens in Las Pegasus ...

"Give 'em a hoof, folks, for Firewings and Flash"

"Flash" was going commando in a Wonderbolt costume again (why mess with what works?), and was already leaking vaginal lubricant through the crotch. It was her actual Wonderbolt costume, but Flash trusted in Twilight's magic glasses to keep anyone from noticing it was a bit TOO accurate. Also, you could see her pussy through the material. That was a plus in Rainbow's book.

"Firewings" was of the school of taking it slow and steady to make it more exciting. She was wearing a lot of really frilly underwear-y things. Which was quite interesting, as Flash was wearing NO underwear, so together they made a complete outfit, in a way. She was also wearing a variation on a pair of Supermare glasses, but hers were in the form of a hairtie, which Twilight said would work exactly as well. Firewings's portion of the show used a lot of flapping about, and she wanted something more secure. She was a lot more familiar with the nuances of Pegasus stripping, so this time, Flash was more into being her wingpony. And, as Flash said, that stripping together made it even more AWESOME!

* * *

Right at the peak, the finale, when they were both finally completely naked and dripping, with sweat from the stage lights and ... other things, Flash was reaching up and grabbing Stripfire's butt with both forehooves, holding her upside-down while Stripfire flapped, revealing both of their undercarriages to the audience, and getting a mouthful of wingfeathers for her trouble; and so, with preening still in her mind from the discussion before the show, and full of the sexy hormones and endorphins the show gave her, she nibbled a couple, right in the center.

Note that this was not in the script. And Stripfire and Flash were both already pretty near maximum arousal possible.

The effect was immediate and intense.

Stripfire moaned very VERY loudly. It could be heard over the music. Hell, it could probably be heard OUTSIDE. All four hooves splayed out straight, as did her tail and both wings. Her entire body blushed red. The slow, dripping leak from her vagina, which Flash was holding up to the audience, exposed to all the world like a trophy, turned into a steady stream, from the sudden increase in arousal. She was obviously about to burst.

"FLASHifYOUdon'tSTOPthatRIGHTnowI'MgoingTOsprayTHISwholeAUDIENCEandWEwon'tBEinvitedBack."

Flash immediately spat out the feathers, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks. She knew she had bucked up.

Dash immediately flapped and took to the air, taking the weight off of Spitfire's nethers, bringing herself upside down, and face-to-face with now rightside-up Spitfire.

Hanging upside down was a mistake. Her glasses were coming off. They were slowly sliding down her face, and not in a sexy way.

Those absolutely had to stay on or Flash would be recognized as Dash.

Those absolutely had to stay on or her career would be ruined.

Those absolutely had to stay on or someone in the audience would put two and two together and recognize Firewings must be Spitfire, too.

Dash scrambled at Spitfire's wing, instinctively trying to climb it to re-right herself in panic, fighting gravity like a drowning sailor, while Spitfire grabbed at Dash's snout, trying to provide an extra second of impulse to get the glasses to stay on Dash's face.

There was no thought behind any of it, only sheer, blind, naked panic. Two Wonderbolts, clambering over each other in midair, as if caught in a tornado; becoming as one.

The result was more of a lunge than anything they'd rehearsed for the ending; they were colliding into each other, desperate to hang on to the glasses. Time seemed to slow down. Dash could feel each heartbeat. Each flap. A single drop of arousal running up her upside-down, left-rear hoof. The air currents blew through her feathers. The universe seemed to be on pause.

Then, together, they managed to tumbleweed-bounce into the curtains, punching through, offstage. The curtains fluttered back together behind them, putting them out of view.

Amid much panting, they could hear the sound of applause from the other side.

Time had restarted.

They lay there, just breathing, belly to belly, on top of each others' naked bodies for a time, listening to the audience clap.

Spitfire spoke first, "Should we hit the showers together, Flash?"

Flash was still talking face-down into Spitfire's abdomen, "Wanna go out there and get our clothes, first?"

"No, not really."

"Buck it, then. Sure. We'll just go naked. Give the folks backstage a show, too."

"Better bring your glasses, then."

* * *

Firewings moaned lewdly as Flash straightened a feather on Firewings's erect wings, under the rushing water. Firewings was arching her back almost backwards with her front hooves planted firmly on the tile wall, exposing her belly to the shower stream. "Celestia, I'm going to have the best wings in all Cloudsdale at the rate you're going, Flash." Firewings was eliciting a moan from Flash in turn, where Flash lay face-down on the floor underneath her, with Flash's own erect wings sticking straight up in a V shape, tangling with Firewings's, while Firewings tongued the space between Flash's primaries and secondaries on Flash's right wing. It was glorious!

Flash moaned out, "I think I'm going to have you beat in that department. Ooh. Aah. We should do this before our Wonderbolt shows. Heh. That'll get 'em talking."

"Yeah, right, much as I'd like to, I think that would actually get them talk..."

A booming knock on the door belayed the oversized Bouncer who was guarding the (un)dressing room, "Pardon me, but we have a VIP pass member who wants to see you. Should I let them in? Do you want to get dressed first, or...?"

"That'll be Twilight," Dash narrowed her eyes and smiled, "You wanna let her in now? Let her get an eyefull?"

"Sure! Let me finish my shower though. Maybe she can watch. Put on your glasses first, so the bouncer can't see you." Stripfire raised her voice to be heard over the shower, "Let 'em in."

Sure enough, upon the door opening, there stood Twilight, looking down guiltily, "Hey, um, Rainbow; I didn't know your show would be quite so ... exciting. And arousing. It was... exceptionally..."

Rainbow finished for her, "...hot? Twi, have you ... never seen stripping before? You did lead a sheltered life in Canterlot. Don't you know what kinds of things they do in Las Pegasus? Aren't you the one who knows everything?"

"I guess not. I am so very sorry, Dash. We won't come again if you don't want us to."

Dash said, "Are you kidding? That's the hottest part! I loved that you came; that's why I gave you the... Wait... 'we'?"

Dash looked over to one side, at some blurry other shapes that slowly resolved themselves into ponies... Twilight was standing in a group of five very familiar ponies who were all standing outside the door. Dash covered her crotch with her forehooves; her face blushed all the way up to her ears. She was naked in front of all her friends. She hadn't felt this exposed since the very first day she lost her underwear. "Wait, Twilight, YOU BROUGHT EVERYONE?! DO THEY RECOGNIZE ME?!"

Rarity turned to Twilight, "I thought you said no one would recognize us!"

Pinkie, Fluttershy and Applejack joined Dash in Looking at Twilight, who explained; "Oh, crap... the spell works like a wall. Everyone outside the spell can't recognize anyone inside the spell, but everyone inside the spell can still recognize each other. The spell is a wall of recognition dividing them. So, yes since we're all under the umbrella of the same spell, Dash can see you. And you can see her. Um... naked."

Rainbow Dash shifted in place somewhat, clasping her back legs together and covering up her teats with a forehoof, and her pussy with another.

Applejack piped up, "Told you it would just make it worse. We shoulda told her we were comin' from the start. It might've got weird for her friends wachin' instead of complete strangers."

Twilight nodded, "I guess we should have asked before we came, but, well... you were really excited about me seeing your nude Wonderbolt practice. And everyone loved that one so much."

Dash stared at Twilight, "Wait, they saw that, too?!"

"Now, I didn't tell them, they found out on their own, but they... borrowed Supermare glasses from me, so neither you, or them, wouldn't be embarrassed by their showing up. They... really wanted to see your show. So did I, to tell the truth."

Dash smiled, "That's actually pretty awesome. I was more worried about the spell, thought it hadn't worked."

"Oh, it worked fine, from what I could see, and I saw quite a lot... " Twi trailed off, before she continued, "So... I told them about this show, too, after you told me about it and asked for the glasses, and gave me the ... pass, so everyone came along here, too. I didn't know this one would be so ... different from the Wonderbolts's ..."

Pinkie Pie, who was wise in the ways of such things, gave Rainbow Dash a big ol' (albeit naked) hug, "It's okay, Rainbow Flash, we still love you, no matter what you're into! Heck, you should see some of the stuff that I do! It's okay, we accept you, anyway. If you want to strip, that's fine with Pinkie. I won't think any less of you for it. Especially when you do it so well. Can I have your autograph? You were amazing up there!"

Fluttershy joined the hug, "That's right. If you're uncomfortable with us coming, then we won't come any more. But I did absolutely love your show! If you let us, I wouldn't mind coming to see it again, um... if that's okay with you. And ... Firewings, was it? That was a neat thing you did preening at the end. It was a nice, light touch, without it being the whole focus of the show. It was ... nice."

Firewings had turned off the water, and came out still sopping wet. she wrapped her towel around Dash's shoulders, while Firewings, instead, stood there naked and dripping, off to one side. "Here ya go, Flash. You want to be decent for your friends?"

Flash removed her hooves from her crotch, grabbed the towel, and handed it back off to Firewings, "No; it's okay. I guess they've already seen more of me than I ever thought they would, and, well, they still came over here to see how I was handling it. So ... thanks. Thanks, everyone. So, what did you think about the rest of the show?"

Applejack softly punched Rainbow Dash's shoulder, "Ya did great, Dash! I wasn't sure what was happening at the end with the feathers, but Fluttershy seemed to get a right kick out of it!"

Fluttershy meeped and covered her blushing face with her forehooves, "That was so very hot. I very nearly needed a change of underpants after that. You're very good at what you do, Rainbow Dash, or I guess I should call you Rainbow Flash?"

Pinkie smiled at Fluttershy, "Maybe you should get a private show. I think you'd both like that. You know you want to. Dashy wants it, too. C'mon; we're all among friends, here; you can admit it. This is a no shame zone. Heck, we are in a Las Pegasus strip show."

Fluttershy nodded under her hooves, "I... actually ... would like that. Very much."

* * *

Rainbow Dash sauntered into the library with her book, absolutely. buck. naked., eliciting a wingboner and facehoof from Twilight. "Rainbow Dash! Did you fly all the way here from your house completely nude?"

Dash leaned casually against the counter with one hoof, "Yeah, why? Do you really want me to wear clothes next time? Or would you rather see me like this? Be honest. Which would you prefer?"

"I ... don't really have an argument to that. You ... really don't mind?"

"I'd rather run around without clothes on, anyway. And... I got you a book. Well, technically Fluttershy did, but she was too shy to help deliver it."

"A book? You know me so well."

"Especially this one. I realized something, ever since you got your wings." Rainbow Dash showed Twilight Sparkle the cover, "Over the next few weeks, the two of us, me and Fluttershy, we're going to teach you how to preen. Those wings are going to shine!"