Nudist Dash

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.