Nudist Dash

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."