Nudist Dash

"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!"