Nudist Dash

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!"