Dash wore a blush, a sheepish grin, and nothing else to Wonderbolts practice the next morning. Although Rainbow was training with only female Wonderbolts for the time being, she could still see some of them looking away quickly with a red face whenever she turned her head; even Spitfire. Dash simply grinned back.
"Now we're going to try a formation. Flash, here, will be in the lead. For obvious reasons. This will help you keep your eyes on her at all times. This is vitally important at close quarters! Don't get distracted! With the tweet of the whistle, Flash."
She could feel their gaze on her as if it were a solid thing making contact with her body.
Suddenly, from the rear of the formation, Spitfire's whistle blew . They were off.
Again, acting on instinct, Rainbow took to the sky. She could feel the wind running over her bare skin as she flew faster. She could hear the thump-beats of the other Wonderbolts as they flew in formation behind her. From what Rainbow could tell, during banking and brief glimpses behind herself, this was the tightest, most perfect formation they had ever flown. Not only was she leading the formation, but all eyes were on her; Rainbow was the center of attention. Rainbow was the star.
And she loved every millisecond of it.
Rainbow was 'In The Zone', as if everything was moving in slow motion, exactly as it always was when she was winning a race. She tittered to herself every time another Wonderbolt got bug-eyed upon seeing something they shouldn't, especially when Spitfire got a sheepish grin and Spitfire's own blush both got ever deeper with each bank left or right. Rainbow made sure to kept adding more and more banks and flips to tease her, until they were positively corkscrewing through the air, all in absolute synchrony. It was perfect.
Rainbow was owning this nude flying thing.
They landed. Spitfire was simply dripping with sweat. And it wasn't from any workout, Rainbow knew. Even with her fiery mane, Rainbow could see the blood rush to her face, as Spitfire simply could not meet her eyes; she stared deeply at the ground; the ground was the most interesting object in existence. Because if she didn't, she would instinctively look at the other most interesting object in existence. It was almost as if Spitfire were the one who was naked and Rainbow decent. Spitfire was timid and embarrassed, pawing the ground in a nervous twitch, wings flared as far as they could physically go, almost trembling, eyes straight down. While Rainbow was confident, her usual brash self, making absolutely no attempt to hide her bare plot from anyone's gaze.
Far from being humiliated, Rainbow ... had won.
Which is why it really shouldn't have been as surprising as it was when she showed up for the afternoon training, too.
It was immediately apparent when Soarin's wings splayed out in arousal, that the denuded Rainbow had stepped out of the locker room, wearing only a towel around her neck this time, as she had showered between sessions, while Spitfire had been resetting the field, and doubtlessly was using the time to cool down mentally, as well.
Curious, Thunderlane followed Soarin's gaze and repeated Soarin's manoeuvre. Then, Spitfire did as well.
Spitfire yelled, in her trademark gruff, commando voice, "Flash, what are you doing here? You're off for the rest of the day."
Rainbow sauntered right up to Spitfire, almost nose-to-nose, with the biggest 'I'm getting away with this and I know it' look on her face, "Oh... I thought I needed some... extra training... you know, since I don't have my uniform on and all... the air resistance was all wonky. I was having some trouble with my ... slipstream."
Spitfire grit her teeth, bumped noses with Rainbow, and growled. "There are boys in this exercise! They... Can... See... Your... Genitalia."
"That's fine. I don't mind if they don't. Do you, boys?"
Spitfire also looked over at both of them standing there in slack-jawed open-mouthed amazement, even their wings forgotten at this gift of Celestia in front of them.
Spitfire reminded them, "Well, do you boys?"
"Oh, yes. I mean NO! NO! Of course not!" "You can fly all day with us!" "The more the merrier." "Don't mind at all." "Come with us... I mean... in the air. I mean .... uh ... um ... come fly with us."
Spitfire facehooved. She may have been in a bit of a spot, but she was a captain first. She looked up again. "ATTENTION! THAT IS NOT A PROPER TAKEOFF LINE FOR A FORMATION FLIGHT! YOU WILL FALL IN LINE! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"
"YES, MA'AM." They were also boys second, Wonderbolts first. They also instinctively moved with their commanding officer's orders.
"Since Flash here apparently enjoys the attention, she will be taking the front again. And I've never seen you boys more focused. Good! This is vitally important at close quarters! You will keep your eyes on her at all times!"
"You don't have to tell us twice."
"IF YOU HAVE THE AIR TO MAKE SNIDE REMARKS, YOU HAVE THE AIR TO TRAIN AN EXTRA TWENTY MINUTES!"
"Yes, ma'am."
"I will stay here, then, and monitor your progress. At the whistle, Flash!"
The boys were only too easy to tease. And Rainbow had thought Spitfire was bad; Soarin and Thunderlane were virtually magnetized onto her. There wasn't a turn, roll, or dive she couldn't perform that didn't have the guys hot on her tail to sneak a look at her tail.
Rainbow got ever more elaborate, certain she could shake off at least one of them, but evidently no. Finally, she put even the morning workout to shame and still they were glued to her flank.
Spitfire was right, she'd never seen the boys more focused. On her. On everything she was doing. Rainbow could see how Rarity liked all the attention. Rainbow enjoyed being gorgeous, having all eyes on her. It was exhilarating having them wrapped around her hoof this way. She could get used to this. Rainbow was attractive. Others were attracted to her. Willing to do anything just for an extra couple seconds near her. Wow.
Spitfire's whistle snapped her out of her reverie. They dived to ground, giving Spitfire a start and another blush as Rainbow landed in front of her, flashing her only accedentally along the way.
Rainbow asked, "What's wrong?"
"Northing’s wrong, Flash. That's two hours and twenty-FIVE minutes. I was wondering when you were coming down."
"Really? I hadn't noticed," Soarin looked at Thunderlane.
"It went by so fast."
"I often have that effect." Rainbow grinned. Although Rainbow hadn't noticed the time either. She was having too much fun.
Spitfire studied her clipboard intently. "And I've got to hand it to you guys, that was the best practice I think I've ever seen. Keep flying like that and we may be able to move the show up a bit. Dismissed."
Rainbow was stretching her back, trying to work some of the kinks out of her wings at the unusually long flying session. She was at it a good thirty-count, before she realized the others weren't moving toward the locker room. She looked behind her and realized that she'd been putting on quite a show. Spitfire was writing on her clipboard, but the two guys were back in stare-into-space mode.
Rainbow wasn't the only one who noticed, Spitfire looked up, too. "I said DISMISSED!"
"Yes, ma'am," they all three ran for the locker room.
* * *
Rainbow went right to the shower head, since she didn't have a uniform to take off. But she noticed the others weren't changing out of their own uniforms.
"Aren't you guys going to take a shower?"
The two male Wonderbolts looked at each other. Soarin spoke first, "We were going to wait until you were done."
"Why?"
"Well, that flight was very ... well.."
"and we can't take off our uniforms because ... well..."
Rainbow noticed their straight-out wings and put two and two together with her knowledge of male anatomy. "Oh ... I see... I... guess I'll shower at home, then. Sorry."
She scampered out, laughing the whole time.
* * *
As soon as she stepped out of the locker room, she came face-to-face with Spitfire.
"Good news, Flash. They found your uniform. Here it is. Put it on. Now." She threw it at Rainbow's face, who held it up in front of herself.
Rainbow was actually disappointed. She'd been looking forward to several more training days exactly like this one. One to two weeks Spitfire had said, maybe even more if she was lucky. Now she had to wear clothes again.
Sighing, Rainbow struggled to put it on.
Somehow... it just... didn't fit.
"Are you sure this is my uniform? I think it's someone else's you're trying to pawn off on me," Rainbow said with a smile.
Spitfire looked genuinely confused. "But it is your uniform. It even says "Crash" on the label. It's a genuine Wonderbolts uniform. I've seen enough of them. I don't get it."
Rainbow's eyes got wide, "I do."
"What?"
Rainbow grimaced, "Well, you know how your fur kinda bunches up inside the suit?"
"Yeah, it's supposed to be more aerodynamic, after all, for those who don't want to go as far as you do, Flash, in getting fur out of the way."
"Well... I don't have any fur to bunch. It's way too loose."
Rainbow put all four hooves together for emphasis, making it obvious she was right. The suit was a good eight sizes too big for her now. The neck hole slid over her shoulders and shoulder blades as if it were a fluid. The suit caught briefly on her wing slits before continuing to peel down both sides of her flank and finally fell to the ground in a puddle.
Leaving Rainbow Dash standing in front of Spitfire naked again. There was no friction. Nothing for the suit to catch on. The same thing that had made Rainbow so aerodynamic also made her immune to her own suit.
Spitfire actually blinked several times at the suit outright rejecting being worn by Rainbow Dash, "Well..." She began again, "Well... I guess you'll be going naked tomorrow, too."
"Fine by me," Rainbow trotted out, leaving the suit puddle where it was on the ground.
Spitfire quietly gathered it up, turned, and called out, "Good! Then you better hope your fur grows back before the next show!"