Rainbow Dash's Wonderbolts Initiation

by Gabriel LaVedier

Rating: mature
Tags: Wonderbolts, Sex, Anthro, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Alternate Universe, Romance, Rainbow Dash, Comedy
Length: 17190

Rainbow Dash gets to have fun with all the stallions she idolized.

A request series for Shooter-the-Dragon on FurAffinity. He asked and I felt compelled to do it. He's been a good fellow and posts some great commission art. I didn't anticipate it taking long, then life intervened.

But I digress...

Rainbow Dash has made it! Her dream of joining the Wonderbolts has come to pass, and she loves it! But she loves it even more because now she can be around all the stallions she has admired. However, she never expected a mysterious invitation to get very, very close to them.

Published 2013-08-21 16:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-08-21 16:10:01 UTC

Day 0- The Induction Party

The private hall at the Wonderbolt's training center was ringing with the sounds of celebration. The recruitment exams had finished and those selected to join were partying with the veterans. The hall rang with the excited cheers of all the ponies, mares and stallions alike, everyone still in their flightsuits simply because they were excited by the ability to wear them.

Among the newly inducted, and most excited of all, was Rainbow Dash. The Element of Loyalty had pushed hard for her place with the elite fliers and made it in at last. Her body was all a-tremble, and her smile almost bigger than Pinkie's own. The blue flightsuit clung beautifully to her long, lithe form, over the hard, trained muscles of her legs and the slimmer span of her arms, over the modest but pleasant swells of her bustline.

She socked back a cup of spiked punch and cast her giddy gaze across the dancing crowd, sweeping a hand through her rainbow mane and giving another squeal of delight. “Soooo awesome!”

“You're not gonna go into a fit of screaming and dancing again, are you?” Spitfire appeared at Dash's side, looking sedate and smiling with an easy mirth. “The first time was bad enough.”

Dash snapped to a salute and looked as serious as possible. “No, ma'am! I'm serious and on-point and ready for anything.”

Spitfire laughed and breezily returned the salute. “Stand down, Dash. You're one of us now. No need to be so formal when we're just having a party. Relax. This is your night. You can get loose and have fun.” She supped from a glass of punch and added, “Within reason.”

Dash relaxed and leaned back casually, grabbing up another cup of punch and taking a cool sip. “No problem, ma- I mean, Spitfire. I've waited for this my whole life. And this is the best night ever!”

Spitfire laughed again, shaking her head a little and drinking down her punch. “Go easy on this stuff. The guys just love to get it nice and strong. They're good guys but, you know, they're guys.”

Dash laughed in return and winked. “But that's what we like about them, right?”

Spitfire rolled her eyes and shook her head, though she kept on smiling. “Yea, yea... I've been around these guys for too long. I'm used to them.” She patted Dash on the shoulder before she walked off. “Try to avoid the temptation. Don't give them a chance to get on you. They won't leave you alone.”

“I can take care of myself,” Dash said casually, though perhaps with a bit of challenge in her and haughtiness in her voice, followed by another hi of her punch. Spitfire was right, it really was strong, and she was starting to really feel it.

The next thing Dash felt was a brush across her ass. There were a lot of bodies so it wasn't too unusual but it felt more like a hand than a tail or wings. The next touch was more of a grope, grabbing at her solid ass. Her gasp was lost in the sound of the music. Then a whisper crossed her ear, “You know that you want it. Everyone wants it. Just look around.”

“What? Who was that?” The voice had been familiar, but not really. “Look around..?” Dash looked, focusing outside of her own excited self-focus. She saw nothing at first, then a quick motion caught her notice. One of the female veterans was casually bent over, not looking behind her as one of the new male recruits, whose face was in shadows, was letting her ass have it, the hard whacks masked by the thump of bass and the loud screech of the music. Nearby, two other blue-clad figures, a mare and a stallion, their faces obscured, ground against one another. “Oh...”

Another grope over Dash's ass was followed by a rather insistent tug on her tail, directing her towards one of the side-rooms. “Come on... see what else is going on...”

Dash was slightly indignant about the tug to her tail but she followed the direction anyhow, slipping through the sea of gyrating bodies and hearing soft moans and laughs beneath the music's volume. She reached the door frame and quickly looked into the semi-darkened room.

Two more recruits were within, Lightning Dust and Snowflake, two more long-time hopefuls that had finally managed to make it. They were not still covered like all the rest of the folks in the main room. Both were bare, Lightning's long, bottom-heavy body was slowly writhing against Snowflake's bulky, muscle-bulging body. He was top-heavy, his broad shoulders flexing as he stroked eager hands over Lightning's big bottom. They made a fine pair.

After a grasping grope of Lightning's ass and a few rounds of pulling her cheeks open and pushing them together the two shared a hot, sloppy kiss. Both slid their hands up to slide along each other's backs, while the bulge and writhe of their cheeks showed the force and passion of their kisses, tongues quite eager.

Snowflake pulled back slightly and let his dick out into view. The large piece of off-white meat was sized right for a mare though it looked small on his body, given the tremendous bulk of his upper body. His testes suffered form the same problem of perfection. It did not appear to be a problem for Lightning, her hands were upon the white shaft with great eagerness and interest, jacking it from base to medial ring to mushroom-like tip. As well she was cupping and rolling his egg-like stones.

After smearing a coating of precum up and down Snowflake's length Lightning spread her wings and slowly rose off of her hooves, getting her wet and flushed entrance grinding against the broad crown of that erection. She slowed her flapping and let out a soft gasp, moaning as her weight allowed her to slide down the fat, white pole, while Snowflake just let out a guttural moan of delight. His hands came out to cup at Lightning's ass, and help ease her down the standing spire.

“Looks fun, doesn't it?” The mystery voice whispered to Dash, with more groping of her hind end. “Two recruits. But don't you want more. Some more... settled company?”

“Y-yea... maybe...” Dash was looking over Snowflake and Lightning going at it, the big stallion burying himself balls-deep in the squealing mare, his flexing arms pulling and pushing her up and down.

A slip of paper slid into Dash's hand, and another grope was felt on her ass. “Be ready...”

Dash checked the paper right away, finding it to be a short note that talked about four days of fun. If she was agreeable she should put up a sticker of her Cutie Mark on her door, with the Wonderbolt's symbol over it. At the end was the note, No Condoms. “No condoms...” Dash mused, looking at Lightning and Snowflake again. “No problem!”

Day 1- Wave Chill

Rainbow Dash paced nervously around her barracks space, looking up at the clock over and over. It was well after light's out, which she assumed was the time when... whatever would happen would happen. She had done as told, placed a decal of the Wonderbolts' insignia over the decal of her Cutie Mark which marked her door. She had even made it easy for any arrivals by actually cleaning the place up and leaving the door unlocked. She was still in her flightsuit, though. She was still enormously proud that she was able to wear it.

During one of her pacing strolls she heard the door open slowly and then close quietly. She turned around to find that one of the long-time members of the squad, Wave Chill, was standing there. He was fully clad in his suit, and even had the goggles down. As ever he resembled nothing so much as a darker Soarin, though his physique was slightly trimmer. He gave a flex of an arm and grinned. “Somepony call for the best? That's what the Wonderbolts are.”

Dash was left gaping in surprise. She hadn't been sure what she had been expecting but certainly not one of the main team. Not one of the ones that had been there long enough for her to have gawked over his poster... and more. “W-wave Chill? You sent that note?”

“Note?” Wave asked, whipping off his goggles. “I didn't send a note. But I saw your door. That's the signal the squad arranged a while ago. It's subtle, and doesn't let the mares know what's going on. I decided to show up first.”

“First?” Dash looked behind Wave to the closed door, half expecting the whole squad to come bursting in.

“Yea. I'm here for the first night. It's usually one a night until you've had what you want,” Wave noted, slowly unzipping his suit, the yellow and light blue lycra parting to reveal the muscular slabs of his dark-steel-blue pecs and the standing solidity of his abs. The only thing he didn't show was his stallionhood, that still cupped in the blue-and-yellow standard lycra posing pouch.

“So all the guys are in on this?” Dash queried, unzipping her own suit and letting her cyan coat out into the low light. She had not bothered with anything under the tight attire. Her nipples had been tenting the material but were soon out in the cool air, tightening and standing slightly more erect. They capped her modest but round breasts, full to an extent but proper on her tightly-muscular frame. Her soft mare sex was revealed, lightly glistening in anticipation.

“Just the experienced ones,” Wave said casually, flexing and posing as he slipped off his suit. The way he was doing it, with ease and grace, it was clear he had done it more than a few times before. “We don't need blabbery recruits talking about stuff. Just us vets.”

The dampness between Dash's legs increased as she thought of that. The squad she had known, she had admired had... furiously masturbated to under the covers at night, looking at the 'wet feathers' poster she had taped to the ceiling. She finished stripping out of her suit with less panache and stood completely naked before Wave. “So... so how are we gonna do this? Wanna go out and fly and get to it?”

“Uhh, you know this is supposed to be a secret? Codes and messages and stuff, right?” Wave quirked a brow at Dash and shook his head. “So... why don't you just get down on your knees and peel this thing off with your teeth?”

Such a command would normally have infuriated the proud and cocky pegasus mare, but Dash was strangely excited by the command. In her slightly younger days she had imagined being asked to undress a Wonderbolt, fantasized about what kind of meaty male bulges they were carefully tucking and hiding in their uniforms. She slowly dropped to her knees and crawled to Wave's crotch, pressing her face in against the shimmering material, pressed intimately against the tube and bulges of his genitals. She planted a kiss on the slightly-musky piece of intimate uniform attire, and licked the waterproof surface.

“Yea... I know you newbies... you love this cock... you all love these veteran dicks. I've ridden a lot of new pussies...” Wave muttered thickly, between gritted teeth. His hand rested firmly on the back of Dash's head and pulled her securely against the thickening bulge running over his testes. He moved her head slowly over the pouch, and slowly flexed his muscles to move his crotch up and down, grinding the swelling organ against Dash's pretty face.

“Bucking perv...” Dash mumbled, mouth muffled by the lycra-covered schlong practically shoved into her mouth. She actively licked and sucked on the pouched-out bit of attire, finally breaking past the hold to get her mouth to the top of Wave's thong. She bit down on the edge and slowly pulled down on it. The first thing that she saw revealed was the darker cobalt blue of the very base of his cock. It was nicely sized, bigger than Snowflake's. Bigger than the (very) few others she had seen during her 'bad filly' days.

The peeling continued, slower, Dash savoring the slow revelation of one of the shafts she had dreamed of before. More and more dark cobalt blue stallion flesh passed her eyes, as well as the darker blue flesh of his sac, which was very nicely plump, potent and filled with the capacity to make lots and lots of semen. As she passed the bottom of Wave's sac her pulling continued, his flaccid organ still dangling, though slowly fattening and growing capable of standing up. “How's that, newbie?” Wave asked, smugly.

“Eh it's...” Dash was prepared to wave the monster member off as nothing special, as she had before when she was palling around with Gilda picking up strangers. But she couldn't bring herself to dismiss one of her own fantasies. She was legitimately impressed and he deserved to know. “It's so awesome!” She practically squealed, burying her face in Wave's crotch again, nosing around under the heavy piece of flesh at the joining of penis and sac. Her tongue slipped out and lapped at the smooth, bare flesh of the dark pouch. “So awesome!”

“Some things never change. Not just you new fliers but you. I remember you having that same expression and reaction every step of the process,” Wave laughed, ruffling Dash's mane and giving his stiffening spire a slow stroke. He quickly gave it a slap against his solid abdomen, the thing throbbing into full firmness. “Want a taste?”

“Gotta try before you buy,” Dash said with a wink, parroting some advice she had heard from the motivational speaker that had been through Ponyville. She leaned up, pushing her breasts together and shoving them up at the base of Wave's erection. She settled herself up snugly, using every last bit of her breastflesh she could muster to make it a comfortable hug. She massaged the soft globes around the pole and gave his fat, mushroom-shaped crown a kiss.

“I offer a money-back guarantee,” Wave said breathily, giving a soft chuckle and then a loud, long moan as the soft fur of Dash's breasts tickled and slid along his lightly-pulsing length. He let his arms hang at his sides and slowly arched his back, leaning back a bit to give Dash all the freedom and space she needed to work.

Dash jiggled her breasts, as much as that was possible, mostly it was her shaking her hands against her pressed-in tits and giving an extra-quick jerking. She still had a few tricks up her sleeve, even if it had been a while since the last time she got to use them. Her mouther came in and dropped a few kisses on the blue crown, tongue slipping out to gently swirl around the slightly-prominent cumslit set just down from the center.

The lick and flick of the cumslit was something that Dash knew usually got guys going, and she was rewarded for her efforts with a sudden squirt of precum that struck right against her forehead. She wiped away the splatter and wrapped her thin lips around the slight bulge of the slit that was pouring with the musky, salty fluid. A few suckles and licks and she got another shot, against the back of her throat.

Wave's moans were rumbling deep in his throat, almost gurgling as he fought the urge to drool. He was no virgin but most of the newbies were either too awed or inexperienced to be any good. For all her squealing and energetic bouncing Dash had skill. He let out a sudden, sharp cry of delight when he felt her thin-lipped mouth open and engulf the entirety of his fat-crowned tip, letting her soft, pink tongue swirl and wiggle around the edge and just under it.

There was a little victory fanfare playing in Dash's mind as she softly hummed, the vibration adding to the pleasure of her blowjob. She was doing it. She was not only sucking a real Wonderbolts veteran's length she was impressing him. He couldn't hide the heat of his excitement, the passion and delight in his panting and groaning.

His hands suddenly landed on her head, palms practically pressing down on her ears, fingers curling into her mane and pressing against the back of her head. He pulled her down sharply while giving a thrust, forcing down a good portion of fat, dark blue cock down her throat, forcing out a choked gurgle and making her writhe a bit.

Dash wasn't the sort to skip out on a challenge, no matter how surprising. She pushed down own head down, against Wave's grip, sucking and slurping lewdly, strands of drool escaping her imperfectly-closed lips, tongue slipping out now and again as she went for the depths. He was thicker than others she had sucked but he didn't care. She bobbed her head further and further, hands grabbing his hips solidly for support.

She reached the lowest point is short order, gurgling and gagging some as Wave's medial ring tickled just past the entrance of her throat. Had she been wearing lipstick she would have left the lewdest kiss mark possible around the very base of his organ. As it was it was enough to be there.

Dash pulled back in defiance of the hands on her head, letting out a tremendous gasp as tiny flecks of saliva flew about off of her mouth and off of the glistening rod. She softly panted, smiling a bit, while she licked the saliva from her lips. “How was that? Best you ever had, right?”

Wave had almost been forced to stagger back after the sucking had rather dramatically ended, surprised by the strength that had broken his hold and by the sheer pleasure of being entirely engulfed in such short order and with so much eager passion. “I'm not gonna lie, newbie... that was amazing. Never seen one of you go down so far so fast, especially after proving you know what you're doing. Have you got a sex tape out there or something?”

“I'd better not, or somepony's gonna lose their teeth,” Dash said with a grin. “Guess you're all ready to go. How do you want it? I'm so ready for this.”

Wave motioned to the bed and confidently climbed up onto it, letting his erection bob comically in front of him. He stood on one knee and one hoof. “Let's go at it like this. I'm a fan of the all-fours thing.”

“Wild. I like it,” Dash said cheerfully, leaping up to the bed and getting into position. Her front end went down, hands placed palm-down and sliding along the bed to rest beside her head while her strong, tight ass went up. She rested on her knees, bouncing her rear end bouncing a little as she rolled her hips forward and back.

She pushed back quickly, while Wave was admiring the curve and bouncing flex of her asscheeks, and caught his penis in between them. She pushed up on the bed and deftly managed to get her butt pressed to his abdomen, his meat trapped between the two of them. She started to bounce slowly, firmly hotdogging him. Her rear was firm thanks to her strong muscles but her smooth fur and the massaging motion of her active hindquarters made it a very enjoyable experience. “How do you like that? I learned it from a friend of mine. Sometimes she didn't think a guy was worth getting it on with. Thought you might like a little grind and polish.”

“Nnngh!” Wave planted his hands solidly on Dash's hips and pushed her forward, partially sliding her along the bed, partly getting her to move herself and let his organ free to bounce around in the air. A few spits of precum splattered onto the small of her back and the rounded curve of one cheek. “I didn't come all this way to unload outside.”

“Alright, slide on the rubber and-” Dash stopped herself, remembering the note. No condoms. She had been bold about accepting that but... she had never done it raw before. Rather than face an uncertainty and show weakness she reached between her legs with one hand, pressing her fingers against the flushed lips of her sex and spreading them wide, to show the deep pink of the flesh within, as well as the waiting passage within. “Come get some.”

“That's what I wanted. I knew you had the guts for this,” Wave said, moving a hand down to help guide his tip against the spread lips. “A lot of them just stop. They can't take it. But I knew you could.” He thrust forward, thick crown stretching the opening and moving a few inches down Dash's clutching passage. “Yea! Oh you can take it!”

Dash brought her hand back up by her head, both of them clutching at the sheets. Her head was turned to the side and her mouth was hanging slightly open. “Yea! You know I can take it, so give it to me!” She had been waiting for years, imagining what it would be like, her first genuine Wonderbolt screw. Even if she was one, it was still exciting. She could forget for a moment about being one of them. She was back at the old fantasy, an ordinary mare having an encounter with a star.

Eager as Wave was she could tell he wanted to savor it. It was a little flattering to think the experienced perv kept it cool and slow, enjoying the act of sliding into Dash's rolling, gripping passage. She pushed back, just as slowly, to meet the casual roll of his hip, taking inch after inch. Her passage was stretched slightly but not too much, though it was still more than she had had before. The length was comfortable, her ass meeting his hips while there was still room for good, solid thrusts.

Dash ground her rear against Wave's crotch, a wicked grin sitting on her face while her insides slowly rolled and squeezed down on his length. “Aw yea... check that one off the list. Got a Wonderbolt in me, and it is awesome!”

“I had... a feeling you might.... say that...” Wave chuckled softly, resting gently with his hands on Dash's butt, leaning his weight on it just a touch as he let his twitching length rest, caressed and cradled within her tight depths. He drew back hips hips a short way and gave an experimental thrust, letting his hips lightly impact Dash's backside. “Mm, solid. Still a little give. Every rear is different, and I like to know how hard I can go.”

“Hard as you can,” Dash said firmly, putting on a serious, stern face. She thought back to her old ways. She was completely unafraid of any impact, and could never be overpowered by any guy. Her bravado hid her uncertainty. This was a serious professional, with a lot of experience under his belt. She had it too, but... “Do it!”

Wave didn't need another invitation. He switched up his initial strategy, using the well-trained muscles of his hips to quickly yank out nearly half his length, then flexed the muscles of his ass and drove back down with a loud, meaty thump ringing out around the barracks room. He gave his hips a twist, almost seeming to stir his rod inside Dash. “Well? Still think you can take it?”

“Yea! Drop the hammer!” Dash relaxed a little, ass rising, head pressed firmly against the bed. That impact that been quite a bit smack, but all her exercise had left her tougher than ever, and her rear flesh was properly hard beneath the tiny layer of fat present over the two cheeks. She pulled forward and shoved back, thumping heavily against Wave's hips.

Wave wasn't about to be sassed by some newbie. This was his thing! Besides the stunt flying the thing he loved most was impressing mares. He took two slow, solid thrusts, spacing them a couple of seconds apart, making the room echo again. Then he launched a surprise, giving out a thundering serious of sharp, quick staccato impacts, at least a dozen smacks from his hips ringing off her butt.

Dash let out a sharp gasp, eyes going wide. The rapid fucking wasn't just running the ridged protuberances of medial ring and mushroom crown through her clutching insides, but the swinging balls were tapping out a syncopated beat right against her engorged and unhooded clit. Her quivering quim fairly oozed with her honey, splatters flicking round and spattering on the sheets.

Wave settled into a comfortable groove after his rapid fire go, smoothing and regularly sliding out and slamming back in, hips meeting hindquarters over and over again, joining with the squish and squelch of Dash' rolling, pulling sex around his pumping organ to create a lewd symphony of sexual satisfaction.

Though she tried to hold it back and in, Dash was about to win the only race she wanted to lose. Her breath hissed out between her grinding teeth, which also muffled and distorted the deep groans and worked their way out of her depths. Her body writhed and trembled under the steady, strong ramming she was taking, hands yanking at the sheets beside her head. After a few heavy huffs and a trembling that ran through her whole body she opened her mouth wide and let out a sharp cry of delight, a whine just edging into the sound as she released it.

The vocalization was accompanied by a physical response that could not be faked. Her passage clenched suddenly, squeezing down almost too tight over Wave's cock, a sudden flood of her silken juice cascading out to spatter audibly on the bed. Her whole body slumped slightly in the wake of her climax, breath softly panting out, with continued moans as Wave continued on towards his own peak.

The feel of Dash orgasming really moved Wave. It stroked his ego and stoked his fire, moving him to increase his tempo. Like the last leg of a race when it was time to give his all, he gave it, going up almost to the speed of his boastful burst of thrusts. The lewd squishing, meaty slaps and wet bumps of testes-on-clit all increased in regularity, combining with his deep and sustained moans. He was as shameless as he could be, vocalizing his pleasure and showing it more clearly through his head being thrown back, mouth slack and near drooling.

The moaning grunts coincided with each powerful thrust of his hips, growing in volume, octave and proximity as he savored the still-squeezing tunnel clamped around his rod. “Ah yes! Yes! Here it is! Here it is! Here it-!” The sentence was capped with an incomprehensible explosion of syllables and a strangled cry. His fingers dug in against Dash's hips, helping him pull her into the last thrust, to get every last inch snug within before the flood.

His precum had been flowing hot and copious but the first squirt of real semen from out of his trembling tool was something else altogether. It was hotter, thicker and far more copious, almost like every preliminary issue combined. The viscous ooze was thick as the white glue it resembled , splattering and clinging to Dash's inner walls, and flooding up all the way to her cervix in short order. Two pulses were enough to fill the interval between tip and barrier, and he had more than two shots in him.

The long ropes of sticky cum flew out on a copious barrage, not hanging and falling as the room ran out, putting a great deal of pressure all around. It forced a small squirt of seed through into her womb, but a slight loosening of her tight, ribbed walls provided a more immediate escape. Her flooded snatch disgorged a good amount of excess goo, the heavy white liquid dripping down in long strands that broke each time one of the two ponies moved, to be replaced by further falling semen.

Wave slumped down a little himself, breath huffing, hands slipping from Dash's hips as his body leaned forward slightly. “There you go, newbie... one...” He said, with a touch of breathless mirth.

“One...” Dash repeated, slightly dazed and unable believe her luck. It wasn't the luck of being laid by one of her fantasy men. It was what he was telling her by implication. It wasn't over. It was just beginning. One.

Day 2- Rapid Fire

The next evening Dash was thinking back on the events of the previous night. It had all been a blur, a whirls of sensations and boasting. She had had to take some time to slow down and really think about it. She had been with one of the Wonderbolts she knew and lusted over. He had even shot off inside of her!

She had never really considered it before but that idea made it all the hotter. Her masturbatory fantasies had never really focused on the male climax, but there was something to having thick globs of his seed shot deep inside, becoming part of her. She had often heard that the reality of an event never matched the fantasy, but the ponies that said that had never had a really, really good reality.

One hand danced across her privates as her eyes fluttered, partially closed and the whites the only things visible as they were rolled up in bliss. The pleasant memory plus the gentle flicking of her cyan clit with her thumb shot pleasure through her form, enhanced by the more subtle pleasure of the motions of her other fingers gingerly tracing the plump, slightly-flushed lips of her moist sex. Gentle moans dripped from her lips as she stimulated herself and tried to imagine who would be showing up at her door next.

She thought she heard the door open and close, but she was very distracted by the pleasure, and her mind was filled with the sound of her own heavy breathing. She only knew someone was there because there was a cough from her side. Dash gasped, hand pulling from her crotch and eyes shooting open, looking to the side quickly to see who was interloping on her enjoyment.

What she saw was another Wonderbolts flight suit, being worn by another living piece of poster candy. The suit was the brightest thing on him, as his visible coat was a dark grayish color and his puffy mane was a white and lighter gray split. Rapid Fire. The most mature and longest-serving of the Wonderbolts. Competent, worthy, but lacking oomph to get the big assignments, forever to be led by flashy youngsters like Spitfire. “Am I interrupting something?” His voice was deep, a bass rumble filled with good humor.

“Gettin' ready for the main event,” Dash replied, with equal humor. “Wow! Rapid Fire... I've been watching you forever. You're always there and you're always great. I dunno why you're not the leader. N-no offense to Spitfire!”

“I lack that fire. I wanted to perform and prove my worth, not to advance,” Rapid noted. He did not seem interested in preliminaries. He drew down the zipper on his suit to show off a body that was a curious mixture of features. His suit was designed to compress him into a standard shape, while his body was not quite so. He had the strong upper body, a bulky and muscular form but his midsection was paunches out, an effect called a musclegut. It wasn't a saggy beer belly but he was no tone-stomached bodybuilder. He showed his age, to some degree, looking like the mature pony he was. As before, he was left wearing a team color jock strap.

However he looked, though, Dash knew his skills spoke for themselves. He hadn't lost a wingbeat in all his years, even with the slight fattiness over his trained muscular expanse. “Guess I know who eats the jelly doughnuts before I can get to them,” Dash teased, rising up and slowly bringing her legs over the side of the bed.

One of Rapid's hands came down on one of Dash's shoulders, pressing down as she started to rise. He went down to one knee with a smile and leaned in slowly. “Funny you mention eating...” He leaned in and up, leading with his tongue by about an inch as he approached Dash's mouth. Her lips parted smoothly and easily, allowing the wiggling tongue to probe into her mouth. She reciprocated, sucking on his tongue as their lips danced and her tongue ground firmly against his.

The kiss, though deep, and filled with trading saliva, it was very clean and very proper. Their heads moved side to side, all without ever breaking the kiss, Rapid weaving the fingers of one hand into Dash's rainbow mane, while she gripped at the puffy curls of his own mane. The pressed against once another and finally parted with a soft pop of their lips, a little string of saliva connecting them as their tongues slipped back onto their proper mouths. “Eating my tongue today?” Dash asked with a laugh, her free hand gently patting one of Rapid's cheeks.

“No, no... I've been at this just a little longer than the rest of you, and at this in particular for longer than that. I know exactly what to do, and what mares really like...” Rapid's hands slid down Dash's body, briefly cupping her modest bust and moving in small circles over her flat, taut belly. The hands ended up resting on her knees, slowly spreading them apart to give him a look at her dewy mound, already primed and ready for him. “Lay back, stay up, your choice...”

“You were always my favorite. Now I know why...” Dash said, giving a breathy laugh, stroking over Rapid's soft mane. Maybe he hadn't been her top favorite, that tended to be the leader, whoever it happened to be. But he had been in her rotation of self-stimulation longest, and that was almost like being her favorite. She gingerly pulled his head closer and closer, starting to sigh a bit as his hot breath brushed across her already-stimulated genitals.

Rapid didn't comment. He gently stroked and squeezed Dash's knees as he coaxed her a little further over the edge of the bed. With some pulling and some motion from her he got her resting on her rear, body slightly tilted back, leaving plenty of room to work.

The first thing he did once his head reached her was to rub his snout against the smooth coat just above her sex, adding soft kisses and a tender lick that let more of his warm exhalations tease and waft along the tense and prepared flesh just beneath. His lips were in motion afterward, nibbling slowly around Dash's mons, side to side, letting his cheek press against Dash's thigh before moving to the opposite side.

Only one hand remained on Rapid's head, Dash's other brought up to her mouth. She was gently biting on one knuckle of her balled fist, her eyes clenched tightly while her wings trembled, fully extended and high as her flexed and fixed muscles could get them. “D-damn..! How many mares have you had?”

“Not as many as you think. But I was a fast learner, and liked looking good,” Rapid said with a laugh, spreading Dash's legs slightly wider. He moved down, lips still in motion, flicking them along the button of her clit. He followed the initial touch with the sudden flick of his tongue, leaving just the lightest trace of saliva.

Another lick followed, firmer and more lingering, moving the bundle of nerves up slightly on the path of the tongue. After the third lick Rapid pursed his lips and took Dash's sensitive nub in. e suckled gently a few times, letting his tongue rub and flick at the tip of it before he released it to flick a few more licks over it once more.

Dash's back was arched as far as it could go, giving her a crescent posture, breasts nearly pointing to the ceiling, head back, rainbow mane hanging in a shivering cascade, her mouth dropped and letting out the tiniest squeaks of pleasure, about all her tight throat could manage. Her hands were clutching the sheets at the edge of the bed, while her legs shuddered, resisting the urge to close around Rapid's head and cross behind him, to trap him there and keep the pleasure flowing forever. “B-buck... don't tease me! I'm not a prissy-priss like my friend Rarity! I want to get it hard and fast.”

“Slow down... just for now,” Rapid mumbled, practically speaking into Dash's clit, and offering a concluding kiss after he spoke, being rewarded with a tremble. “I've learned to savor the finer things in life. I'm fast on the field. Here, I can take my time...” Another quick suckle followed, as well as a slow grind of his tongue.

“I'm gonna go crazy if I can't take it fast!” Dash moaned out, pulling her clawed fingers from the sheets, moving them back to Rapid's head. She squeezed his puffy mane, fingers getting into it securely as she gave a thrust of her hips, pressing her sex more securely against his face and letting her control some small aspect of her stimulation.

Rapid's response was to do just what she asked. His tongue, thick and covered in saliva, traced a few quick circuits around Dash's outer lips as accurately as he could manage with her bucking and grinding. The swirling tongue dipped further and further past the outer folds and into the warm, slightly-mobile depths.

The walls pressed in tightly and squeezed on his questing tongue. That just made him twirl and dig more, reaching for her furthest depths. His snout settled comfortably against her crotch, nostrils on either side of her clit, washing her with hot huffs and the grinding of his velvety-soft coat. His lips moved in their old nibbling motions, serving to brush and tease on the engorged nub.

“Damn! D-don't do that! It's..!” Dash pulled on Rapid's mane harder, grinding his mouth against her lips and her turgid button. Her strong muscles were pulled taut, trembling for a bit before she made a quick motion, her legs tucking under Rapid's arms and crossing at her ankles, pulling tightly to his body.

Her legs pressed tightly on the older stallion's back, while she humped at his face, letting her inner walls pull and roll over his wiggling, swirling, delving tongue. She continued to moan and shout, pleasure building like a knot in her sex, bringing her nearer and nearer her climax. With Rapid's great experience it wasn't love before she reached it, head throw back and a huge cry ringing out. Her pussy trembled and clenched around the still-swirling tongue, bathing it in her fluids and letting them squirt over his mouth and chin.

Dash's eyes were rolled up in her head again, though her eyelids were open wide, and her mouth was hanging open, tongue hanging out of the side, moving as she panted. Her wings were spread out wide, lightly flapping in time with the twitches of her other muscles before slowly coming down as her body's tension did. Her fingers slowly disentangled themselves from Rapid's puffy mane, petting at his head just a bit. Last to fall away were leg legs, unhooking from around him and slumping down to a resting position. “Oh my Princesses... oh... you've got... oh how do you do that?”

Rapid's tongue slowly slipped out of Dash's insides with a long, soft slurp. “You need to love what you're doing and want to be great at it. I like making you mares feel fantastic,” he said, smiling and rubbing a cheek against Dash's thigh. His tongue swirled around his own mouth, cleaning up as best he could. “Plus... you see me. I can and do get all kinds of exercise and do tricks in the sky. But off the clock I want to relax. Wagging a tongue may not look impressive, but it has power, while letting me relax.”

“You're the best, man, just for all that,” Dash huffed, falling back onto the bed and stroking at her mane. After a minute of panting and relaxing she motioned to Rapid. “Come on. I think I know what you like. And I'm gonna give it to ya.”

Rapid slowly rose, revealing a monster tenting in his lycra jock, badly distorting the yellow streak and team insignia. He practically fell into the bed beside Dash, throwing an arm over her body and pulling her into his soft yet muscular body. He came in for a kiss which she didn't refuse, getting a chance to taste herself on his lips. “This is nice. I think I'm gonna like it...”

Dash quickly rolled Rapid onto his back and climbed up onto him. Her slender body rested very well on his broad body. It was actually quite comfortable. “That's not what I meant. This is what you like. You get to relax while I do all the work, riding on you, getting it how I want. You earned it after that eating you did.” She leaned in and gave him another kiss, adding a teasing lick to the tip of his snout and a wink. “I even forgive you for eating the doughnuts.”

“You skinny folks never seem to get to them. Can't have them going to waste,” Rapid said with a laugh. He casually stretched out, looking down at Dash with a grin. His hands were comfortably placed behind his head, allowing him to have a view over his modest gut at the straining peak of his lycra jock. “So... are we going to do this?”

“Aw yeah we are!” Dash fluttered her slightly-stiffened wings and floated down until her upper body rested between Rapid's legs, facing his straining thong. She gave it a stroke and winked up at him. “Looks like you need some stress relief. This should help you rela- woah!” She had stretched the waistband and pulled down, and been shocked by the sudden spring of his meat, waving lightly in the air in front of her face.

The standing spire of dark gray, near-black stallion flesh pulsed lightly with the steady, relaxed beat of his heart, the little twitches lightly flinging off little dribbles of precum. The matured stalk was a bit thicker than Wave Chill's own, though it lacked a bit of length. Just below the dark, loose flesh of his sac was quite well filled. His ass flexed a bit, thrusting his crotch up some. “Seating for one, no waiting,” He lustfully chuckled.

“This is gonna be great!” Dash flapped her way up again, landing her toned, tight butt on Rapid's belly. She planted her hands on his rigid pecs and pushed back, snugly grinding her rear end against the pre-spitting pole. She ground and hotdogged that rigid organ for a bit, savoring the warm feeling of hot, slick pre sliding between her cheeks and rolling over the smooth flesh. She slowly moved her butt up along to the peak of his blunted cock, smearing her sopping slit over the surface.

“Going down... down... oh yes down...” Rapid slowly lifted his chin, arching his back a little as Dash's lips parted and took the fat mushroom of his length in. She slid down smoothly, the ribs of her inner walls flicking along the edge of his head, the muscles rolling and pulling every inch she passed. He thrust and bounced his hips with small twitches, landing a soft smack against her bottom as she reached his crotch.

Dash pressed her fingers more firmly on Rapid's pecs, her back arched and wings spread, feathers twitching at the tips. She enjoyed her position for a moment, moaning softly at every throb and twitch. She gave an experimental bounce, a slight rise and quick fall, a little grunt coming from her. “That's the stuff. Whatever speed I want...” She grinned down at Rapid, licking her lips. “And like I said, hard and fast. I'll go crazy if I don't get it fast.”

“I know your type. Spitfire was the same way. You're a lot alike,” Rapid said, continuing to lie in repose, eyes closed and a huge smile on his face. “And I mean it. You've got the fire. I never did but I'm fine with that. So get to it.”

Dash's smile pulled even wider. Strokes to her ego felt even better when she could tell they were sincere. Any comparison to Spitfire was fantastic, but a carnal comparison was extremely satisfying, perverse but in a good way. A soft moan fell form her lips as she considered that. She gave another small bounce and slid her hands along to the sides of his pecs, taking a solid grip on him. “Oh you are so getting it for saying that... and thanks.”

“I'm too lazy to lie,” Rapid laughed, his hands moving from behind his head to the sides of the bed, taking a firm grip on the mattress.

“Time to shake you up,” Dash said breathily. She took a series of slow, deep breaths, like she did before a race and then let herself go all out. She secured her legs by hooking them under Rapid's own legs, using the full strength of her highly trained muscles to pull herself up to about midway up Rapid's length, against the clench of her passage, then used the same muscles to slam back down just as hard and fast, slapping her ass down against his crotch.

Both of them reacted to the first slam with a shout, Dash a bit louder, and Rapid a bit longer, both holding still to enjoy the body-rocking hit. The act savored, Dash hit it and kept it going. She pulled up and slapped down hard, moans and cries echoing out around the room from Dash. Rapid was giving a muted groaning, seething between his teeth, eyes shut tight. His hips thrust up with each downward thrust of Dash's body, adding to the power of the smacks and the volume of the sharp sounds ringing around the room.

Dash's ride was, as promised, hard and fast, working over Rapid's tool with a will, pulling him higher and higher towards his climax. The precum flowed more and more freely, sprinkling her insides with the hot, thin liquid, mingling it with Dash's own freely flowing fluid. She was also building to another orgasm, to her delight and slight surprise. A double score.

Ever the winner, Dash peaked first, already overly sensitized and primed to go off after Rapid's oral ministrations had awakened every nerve in her sex. She rode herself through the orgasm, crying out loudly to announce it, her clenching walls giving further confirmation, along with another gush of her musky fluid. The tight squeezing stroked his rod all the harder, bringing out more seething groans and more than a few snorts of delight.

Rapid gave a final, sharp thrust, holding his hips up while giving a sharp, sudden cry. His twitching dick released hot wads of heavy cum, the white treasure trove of sperm-laden goop splattering all around Dash's insides, hitting her walls with some force and sliding down slowly.

Through it all Dash kept riding. She pumped up and down in an ever-slowing rhythm, breathing going down in the same pace. Her wings pulled in slowly against her back, upper body lowering to rest against Rapid's muscular chest, her modest breasts nudging against him. She settled one cheek against Rapid's neck and relaxed completely, to enjoy the moment. “Hard, fast... awesome...” She said.

“Glad you liked it. But I can't take all the credit. You really did all of the work and provided half the stimulation,” Rapid chuckled, heaving a sigh and wrapping his arms around Dash. “This is one of the finer things in life.”

“Don't get sappy,” Dash chided, with a grin. “But you're right. This was great, and right now, this is really nice. Good and relaxing.”

“We may do all kinds of wild and exciting things but this is fun as well,” Rapid noted, with a gentle squeeze. “I consider myself someone who enjoys good things when I can. What's the harm in indulging if I don't go overboard? Trying new things is a lot of fun, after all.”

“New things...” Dash echoed, looking thoughtful. “Hey, you know the guys that are going to be coming for this thing, right?”

“Well, yea, it's the other veterans of the team,” Rapid answered, looking down to Dash. “Why?”

Dash shivered a little as she considered her thoughts again and answered, “I want you to ask two of them to come tomorrow night...”

Day 3- The Streak Brothers

Dash paced her room, filled with more energy than she had ever thought she could have in her. The butterflies in her stomach had butterflies in theirs. She was not just excited by the prospect of sex with another strong stallion, but two of them, at the same time! Rapid had promised her that he could convince two of the guys to come in to get some. She knew she could trust him and so had plenty of reason to be so nervous.

She and Gilda had really torn up the bars in their wilder days, even if she had always been really picky. Dragging one crotch-grabbing stallion home at a time was an uncommon thing. Two had never happened. She had been asked, of course, buddies looking for a new thing, or Gilda trying to get up some kinda party. She had never accepted. But after hearing Rapid talk up safe indulgence the prospect became undeniably appealing. She couldn't wait.

All her nervous energy came to a head when the door opened and two figured slipped in, looking extra secretive and slightly paranoid. As they stepped into the low light of the barracks room she could finally see who she had pulled. The Streak brothers, Fire Streak and Lightning Streak. The two were built about the same, Fire with an orange-and-white mane topping a white body, Lightning having an orange-and-muted-yellow mane topping his bluish-coated body.

Lightning, ever the eager one, unzipped and threw aside his flight suit, eagerly yanking down his his jock to let his dark-blue dong flop about. “I can't believe this! This is gonna be great!”

“Chill, bro, don't get so excited about nailing a mare with your own brother,” Fire scolded, more sedately unzipping his attire. “That's kinda creepy.”

“Oh, so now it's 'creepy' to wanna have sex with a beautiful mare just because your brother is watching you do it?” Lightning asked, while he lustfully looked over Dash's body. She was posing for him, so he knew it was fine.

“Not just watching, doing her too,” Fire noted, strolling over and letting his thong fall, showing the light grayish flesh of his organ. “Gotta say though... you look so nice I'll probably forget this bucker is here,” he said, with a wink to Dash.

“Heh... sorry... this is pretty big stuff to me. I never had two guys at once, brothers or not. Now I wish I had watched Gilda getting double-teamed just so I'd know what to do,” Dash said, a little self-consciously, rubbing at the back of her head.

“Let's start with the basics. Why not get down on your knees to give us a little licking. That should get this party started right,” Fire said, motioning his head towards Dash.

Lightning took the hint and strolled over to the soon-kneeling mare, rather rudely pushing his crotch directly into her face and giving his half-hard rod a grind against her cheek. “You choose who goes first. No pressure.”

“Right, you don't have any preference,” Dash teased, rolling her eyes a bit. She reached out and grabbed both organs near the base, fingers squeezing them securely before she began short, strong pumps that made the semi-flaccid lengths jump and flop. She alternated between the two, lapping over their flat-topped crowns, twisting her tongue around the broad features, letting her lips wrap over one for a brief moment before pulling away to tend to the other.

The two poles rose amid a duet of gentle groans and soft sighs, the two stallions slowly thrusting into the firm stroking and teasing licks. Lightning still tried to out-do his brother but dash's firm grip and correcting squeezes brought him to heel. She worked and teased the standing spires for a moment before she took advantage of the new firmness and engulfed half of Lightning's length, lips halting in a perverse kiss of the medial ring.

Lighting whinnyed suddenly, trying to work his hips into a throat-assaulting thrust, the action coming to nothing with Dash's strong hand still restraining him. He contented himself with what small pumps and twitches he could manage while Dash worked her mouth slowly up and down the blue flesh, tongue sitting like a pink carpet underneath, tip occasionally flicking up to tease a passing vein.

The oral pleasure ended as Dash pulled back with a soft gasp and a wink upward. “Not bad, hotshot. Let's see about your bro...” She fell to Fire's organ with an intentionally exaggerated gulp, openly and obviously wrapping her lips over the medial ring. She could see the slight jealousy on Lightning's face. Served him right for his overeager attempts at shenanigans.

Fire knew better than to try anything funny or improper. He was just glad to be there, and even more glad to have Dash's lips wrapped securely around his pulsing, pre-spitting length. She knew what she was doing, and did it well. He didn't need to try and force the issue. Not only was it not in his nature it would be useless to do so. He just gave smooth rolls of his hips as far as he was allowed and enjoyed the eager, talented sucking.

While Fire was being tended, Lightning slowly made his way to the floor, laying out behind Dash and bringing both hands out to stroke and squeeze at he hips and rear. He massaged his way across the tight expanse of her muscular lower body, one hand working between her slightly-spread legs from over her right hip. After giving her abs a little bit of a tickle he dipped down low and just pressed his palm firmly against her warm, moist mound.

The press of the palm, and subsequent soft stroke and wiggle of strong fingers, made Dash pull away from her attending of Fire to moan and pant for a bit. “I like your style, Lightning, I definitely like your style...” she panted out, spreading her legs a little wider. She was rewarded with the press of two fingers against her labia, and the spread of the dewy lips. He had her clit between his fingers, and squeezed it gently each time he closed them, setting up an alternating squeeze and spread to work Dash up properly.

“He may be a completely tactless dork, but he knows how to handle a mare,” Fire noted with a soft huff, stepping slightly away from Dash and stroking at his well-tended rod. “How about this, I can crouch down and get the action really going, and he can get a little more mouth action. I think I hogged a bit too much.”

Though reluctant to end an action that was clearly pleasing Dash, Lightning smoothly rolled over from his side and set himself against the bed, letting him lean up in a more comfortable fashion and present the rigid length of his organ. One hand slowly ran up and down it, smearing the leaking precum over the surface, while his other was held invitingly out towards Dash.

Dash turned around slowly and carefully, putting her hands down on the ground beside Lightning's hips, bringing her head down to the tip of his pole, while her rear went up, as high as she could get it while resting on her knees. She didn't hesitate, but securely wrapped her lips around just the tip of Lightning's penis, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, tongue doing a slow, spiraling circuit of his tip, to eventually flick the prominent slit and lap up fresh squirts of precum.

Fire, true to his word, crouched down and loomed over Dash's back, sliding his pre-and-saliva-lubed length between her cheeks, groaning through gritted teeth. The tease done he moved lower still, grinding his blunt crown against her lips of her sex. He teased and swirled the tip around, before slowly pushing in, letting the walls stretch and engulf him inch by slow, careful inch. He was about as large as Wave Chill had been, and he fit within with ease. Her inner walls wrapped and stroked like a gloved hand, pulling and squeezing. Both he and Dash let out soft moans, though hers were rather muffled, since she was still tending to Lightning.

Given the crouching posture, Fire couldn't get very much action into the act. He thrust and withdrew his hips in a smooth, mechanical rhythm, adding extra depth and extra removal by rocking on his hooves, using his wings to balance while his hands gripped Dash's hips. It was another point of stability but he didn't want to lean too much weight onto her.

Lightning lowered his head back down, after having it thrown back in pleasure and looked to his brother. The bluish stallion gave a thumbs-up to his sibling then motioned upwards, taking a quick look down at Dash. After a moment of confusion Fire enthusiastically nodded and gave Dash a pat on the rear.

“On three, we're all going to stand up. Like synchronized flight training but actually fun,” Lightning said with a laugh. Following a nod from Dash the two stallions prepared, Fire stepping out his stance a bit more, Lightning getting his legs under him while trying to keep the oral action moving smoothly. “One, two, three, go!”

The maneuver was accomplished with relative ease and coordination. Dash placed her hands on Lightning's hips and held on, letting his upward motion carry her upper body while the rising of her own rear was done at the pace of Fire's rise, with only the occasional tug at the top of her vaginal walls.

All three were eagerly taking advantage of the more comfortable position. Fire's hips loudly met Dash's ass, thumping and occasionally wetly smacking as he gave her a hard and serious ride. Dash's moderate breasts gave weak little slaps on her chest as she was hit from behind, drowned out by the wet and lewd slurps and sucks that emerged from her new deep-throating of Lightning. Small gurgles and glucks came when she took him down to the base, lips kissing his crotch.

Lightning held out a fist to his brother and grinned. “Bump, bro,” he said, smiling all the larger when his brother returned the friendly motion. He worked his hips to give Dash both a full serving and some time to work his head. “Now what do we do? Just finish like this?”

“No... we share...” Fire could feel the tightening of his testicles, warning of a coming orgasm. With that in mind he pulled all the way back and out of Dash, which made her rather abruptly pull her head off Lightning.

“Hey! I was getting close! It's not like sucking your brother was what was doing it! Get back in there, you're already sharing,” Dash snapped, turning on Fire with a scowl.

“No, I mean sharing one opening. We might not get in at the same time, and I really don't need my bother's dick sliding against mine, but we can take turns...” Fire explained, softly panting while he lowered himself to the ground and spread his legs out, to give a very clear idea of what he wanted. “Your turn to do the crouching screw, bro.”

“Not a problem,” Lightning noted, standing back and a little away to watch the setup.

Dash stepped over Fire's prone form, long, muscular legs making each step look especially intimidating, given the stallions low position. She smiled down at him with a bit of a dominating look. “If this was a different kinda playtime you'd be paying me five hundred bits and my hoof would be on that pouch of yours,” she said with a giant laugh. However, she followed what had been planned and went down onto Fire's strong body, grinding her front against him as she brought her rear end down, intentionally letting his throbbing spire settle against her cheeks, hotdogging the other side of his cock.

“This seems familiar,” he quipped, giving Dash a kiss. He ground the top of his rod between her slickened cheeks for a moment before she moved her body into position, pulling forward and getting his tip to rest against her passage once more. With a light push she had taken him in again, their kiss breaking so she could let out a cry of pleasure.

“Now you're hogging all the pussy!” Lightning cried, stepping up to the two and placing his hands on Dash's backside. He squeezed her tight cheeks firmly and tried to lift her up and off of Fire's length. All he did was make her bouncing backside fight a little harder to bounce on the grayish pole.

“Completely tactless dork...” Fire mumbled under Dash, “but he's right, I've been at this longer, let him have a go. I can wait...”

“So this is what a threesome is like. I should have taken those offers before,” dash noted with a soft huff, lifting her body and thrusting back, so Fire's emerged tool would pop into freedom under her body and slide against her firm stomach. That would save his brother from accidental contact. She bounced her hind end and looked back at Lightning. “You want it, you got it. You can even go off first. Just go deep.”

“Not a problem, I can get deep,” Lightning boasted, crouching down as had been planned and aiming his crown at the slightly-open, well-ridden lips. He sank in with ease, a pleasured shudder running through him while a deeply satisfied moan rumbled in his chest. As with his brother the walls of Dash's passage gripped and squeezed, massaging his orally-primed member. He squirted precum deep in the passage, as he went to the hilt and thumped his hips against her rear.

“Awww yeah! Get it! Get it good!” Dash cried out, grabbing tight onto Fire's shoulders and grinding her belly down on his pulsing flesh while she got a ride from his brother. She eagerly rocked herself back and forth, both to meet Lightning's thrusts and to slide his rigid nipples along Fire's form.

Fire carefully set his hands on Dash's ass, helping her to move but lifting her up just a little. He needed to take some stimulation off of himself or he'd just be making a mess of her abs. “H-hurry up, bro! I don't want to just splatter on her stomach!” Fire suddenly cried.

“Don't rush me! I'm enjoying this!” Lightning shouted back, working in quick, short thrusts against Dash's backside that took advantage of the tightness to get plenty of stimulation in a short burst of time. The method was effective for both him and Dash.

They both reached a peak at near the same time, Dash's sudden orgasmic spasm and vise-like grip grabbing and holding Lightning inside, hilted and ready. He fired off a thick load of heavy seed, splattering his wads deep, painting her depths in sticky whiteness. While he wanted to just rest a bit he knew better, and had the presence of mind to pull back and out, stepping resolutely away. “Go for it, bro!”

Dash did her thing again, lifting up and coming down with the help of Fire's hand guiding his organ into her still slightly spasming tunnel. As he had said, he didn't need much to reach a peak after all of the previous rolling, gripping and stroking he had taken. He similarly erupted a hot, white geyser of gooey jizz, mingling his seed with his brother's previous load and giving Dash a much fuller, more packed felling than she had had in her previous days.

Fire lingered within her, mostly by the decision of Dash, who was coasting through her afterglow on top of him. “I was surprised you said you wanted two. I figured you'd chicken out, or just go one after the other...” he said, stroking slowly down Dash's back

“Not that we're complaining or anything. That was amazing!” Lightning shouted, sitting on Dash's bed and stretching out. “This was one to remember. You're really something, Rainbow Dash.”

“Don't go getting all mushy on me, you just screwed me while your brother helped,” Dash said with a tired laugh, finally thinking to pull up and off of Fire's mostly flaccid organ and slowly get off of his body. “Besides, Rapid Fire's better at it than you. Being mushy, I mean.”

“I told you we should have been taking lessons from him,” Fire said to his brother, slowly getting up and giving his back a quick stretch and pop.

“I know how to talk to mares,” Lightning huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “The old guy knows all that smooth, suave stuff but I'm better with my brash attitude. Like Rainbow, here. She's got the spirit too.”

“But it never hurts. You know who learned all his tricks? Soarin. That guy was always asking Rapid to teach him about talking to mares and stuff. He must be an expert by now,” Fire noted, slowly gathering up his attire and getting dressed again.

Dash had stumbled over to her bed and fallen into it, after shooing Lightning away. “Sounds like my kinda guy. I know he's fast and he's got the skills out in the sky, but if he can talk and act like Rapid then he's got the whole package.”

Fire lightly slapped Lightning on the back of the head and glared at him. “I told you, dipstick. Should have asked for his help.”

“Ow! Fine, you were right, again. No need to rub it in,” Lightning said, rubbing the back of his head while dressing with his free hand.

“We'll head out. Bet you're looking forward to tomorrow night, right?” Fire asked, glancing over at the relaxing Dash.

“Buck yeah I am,” Dash responded, with a yawn trailing at the end of her statement. “More mysterious men coming around to totally give it to me. And I can give them the business right back. He's not gonna know what hit him!”

“I sure feel like I got hit. You're a real goer,” Lightning said, waiting for his brother by the door. “Later.”

“Later dudes,” Dash called out. She listened to the door open and close, then swatted at the light beside the bed and dropped the room into darkness. As she drifted off she could only smile. She had had some fun, but if she was right about it, the next one to come would be the best.

Day 4- Soarin

Dash lounged casually around in her barracks room, more sedately anticipating her coming partner. The nervous anticipation of the prior days had been burned out, and with good reason. After a double dose she had worn out the excitement of waiting for a single man, and because she was certain she knew who would appear she didn't have her eager imagination running wild.

Her guess was right. Through her door quickly slipped Soarin. The cornflower pegasus was not, however, as plainly attired as all the others had been. True, he had his flight suit on, but that suit was weighed down by a large belt of various bottles and cloths and other materials. He looked like he was going on some kind of secret mission, rather than just coming to have a good time. “Well here there, Rainbow! Guess you were waiting for me.”

It took Dash a moment to respond. To know what was coming and then to confront the reality were two different ideas. She had done training with Soarin, and seen him up-close at shows before, but he was there, right before her, intent on a physical encounter. “Huh? Yeah! I figured it was gonna be you. You were the only one I could think of that hadn't gotten to me.”

“Well, here I am! You ready to have an amazing night?” Rather than undressing, Soarin started unpacking, laying out his bottles, cloths, some tools that looked very like hooficure equipment, and even a few candles. Lighting them let a warm, flowery aroma slowly fill the room, along with the flickering shadows that the candles cast. They effect, olfactory and visual, increased as he laid and lit more candles.

Dash watched the activity with some confusion. Scented candles? Mystery bottles? Hooficure tools?! “So, wh-what are you planning there? I thought we were going to, you know, get it on. Slammin' bodies, smackin' flesh and stuff like that. You know, like I've been doing,” Dash said, emphasizing the last few words to really hammer home her intentions.

“Oh yeah, we're doing that, we're totally doing that,” Soarin said, seeming slightly distracted as he arranged the last of the candles and arranged the other things in a circle around the edge of Dash's bed. “But I want this to be the best night ever. I want you to really feel amazing. And Rapid Fire spent a lot of time teaching me how to make a mare happy.”

'Oh yeah, Fire said that Soarin had been getting Rapid to teach him some tricks. I thought it was just about talking to mares. But this is... whoa...' Dash thought as she watched the careful preparation. Something about all the care and concern was kind of appealing. He was taking all that time and going to that trouble for her. “Yea, I heard Rapid knew about mares. But I thought he just, uh, taught you how to talk to mares like me. Where did this come from?”

Soarin motioned towards the bed and pushed back the hood of his suit, to give a more open and friendly smile. “There's that, sure. That's important. But Rapid showed me that once you've got a mare thinking you're worth going with, there's a lot more to it. You need to let them know you care, that you think they're special. That's a lot harder.”

Dash hovered her way over the semi-circle of supplies and settled herself down on the edge of her bed. A brow came up questioningly as Soarin started unzipping his suit and working it off, leaving him in just his team-issue underwear. “Yeah, I guess it would be. So, I guess you'll probably do like Rapid and eat me before you do this. Hey, why didn't Rapid have all this stuff with him? He's supposed to be the Mare Master or something, so he shouldn't have done this too...”

Soarin knelt down in front of Dash, his hands coming out to slowly stroke at her knees, sliding down and around to cup and caress at her smooth, powerful calves. “He wasn't sure. Some mares just want a quickie and then they're done. He thought you were like that... but then he saw you really did like nicer things, even if you couldn't admit it,” he said with a deep laugh and a squeeze of her calves.

Dash returned the laugh, feeling nervous for some reason. Soarin was a good guy, so far as she knew, and he was there with stuff to make her feel good. “I guess I do. I love a guy going down on me, and I love being able to go fast with some stuff,” she noted with a little grin. “So, uh, what's with all of this? Looks like a lot just to give me a licking.”

“There's more to it than that. I want to work my way up...” Soarin replied, slowly lifting up one of Dash's legs, getting her hoof right in front of his face. As expected the surface was worn and chipped, though not as bard as an earth pony's or unicorn's might have been. There was some advantage to Dash preferring to fly everywhere. “And that means a hooficure and massage...” He placed a kiss on the curving front, finding it pulled quickly away.

“Umm, yea... I don't like anypony touching my hooves...” Dash said, looking aside with a small blush. “It's weird and stupid but I've always been that way. I never even let the spa ponies back home do it, not even after one of my best friends paid for it.”

“It's that's how you feel I understand. But, uh... about half of my charming, good stallion stuff was sort of counting on this part,” Soarin said with a nervous chuckle, one hand softly scratching the back of his head while the other indicated all the material he had set out.

Dash groaned, rubbing at her temples and rustling her wings behind her. “You know? Fine. I can be cool with this. I didn't know the spa mares. But I know you... kinda. I think I can trust you with this.”

“Don't worry. You're going to love it...” Soarin assured her, taking up the hoof again and peering at the underside. The structures were all pristine and perfect, well cared-for, despite an admitted lack of professional attention. His fingers came in and massaged at the two sides of the V-shaped frog, applying gentle pressure to the firm-but-yielding surface.

He began his work with a silk cloth and a small bottle of soapy water. He worked the lukewarm water all over the underside of both hooves, from the hard nail surface and in to the central portion, all over the frog and palm and heel, wiping away what bits of cloudborne dust had accumulated over the course of the day. He even took the opportunity to wipe down the front.

Through it all, Dash had kept her cook, through she was gripping the sheets, giving the occasional twitch as the sensation of cleaning tickled her. “Th-that's not so bad, I guess...”

Soarin held up a small rasp and motioned at the two hooves. “Think you can handle this? It's a quick run. Your hooves are actually pretty perfect.”

Dash puffed up a bit at the compliment, looking like her usual smug self as she nodded. “Go for it! If that priss Rarity can take it then I sure can!”

Soarin nodded, bringing the metal tool down to slid around the curve of the hooves, grinding off the chipped areas and evening out any areas of extra thickness. The rasp made a soft grinding sound as he moved it with the minimum of effort, hoping to keep Dash calm and able to accept the filing.

Dash's ears were perked, twitching each time she heard the rasp of metal grinding off parts of her hooves. Grinding off parts of her hooves! Grinding! She took a deep, cleansing breath, eyes closing while she steadied her nerves. Soarin was a good guy. A Wonderbolt. He wouldn't hurt her. It was fine. She could handle it. It wasn't bad, really. It just felt weird, not bad, and she was mostly exaggerating the way it sounded.

With the filing done Soarin brought the cloth up again, using the soapy water and smooth material to wipe away any hoof filings, and do an initial assessment of the two hooves. The rigid surfaces were both even, all the chips filed out leaving them looking even better than before. He took up two of the bottles from the ground and lifted their lids before holding them up to Dash's face. “Which do you prefer?”

It took Dash a moment to realize she was being asked to sniff them. One of the bottles was heavy with flowery scents and some kind of fruity sweetness. It was exotic but cloying. The other bottle's scent was immediately striking. Hot and spicy, with a minty finish that had a semi-musky undertone. While heady it wasn't overpowering. “Oh I love that second one. Hot cinnamon and some other stuff. That's totally me. Fiery hooves.”

“I sorta figured you'd go for that one,” Soarin laughed, capping the bottle that had not been chosen. He planted a kiss on Dash's right hoof, right on the frog while he laid out a small, fluffy towel and poured some of the spicy liquid over the surface, revealing to be oil. In the flickering light of the candles the small flow glistened beautifully, drawing Dash's eye.

“You're really doing the whole thing, aren't you?” she asked, the nervousness returning again. That kiss had actually felt nice. Her hooves were actually sort of sensitive, that was why she had never liked them having worked over. She took care of her own basic filing and such. A little gasp was sucked in as Soarin kissed her again and flicked a gentle lick at the apex of the frog.

“It's part of the whole package,” Soarin murmured, rubbing his velvety snout against the clean hoof underside, kissing and giving a soft lick one more time. Pulling himself away from the tender nuzzling he brought the fluffy towel up and rubbed the oil over the V of her frog. The scent exploded as the combined warmth of their bodies really sent the aromatics out, really reaching Soarin the most. He sucked in a deep breath and sighed as he gingerly rubbed the oil in.

Dash had a quick sigh over the strong, spicy scent. The it really was nice, but more than the scent was the sensation, the oil leaving a pleasant coating, while whatever was mixed in was making her flesh tingle. The cinnamon and peppermint and all the rest were producing the most delicious pricks of sensation as they rested on her very sensitive underhoof flesh. For the first time in her life she was glad that her hooves were especially sensitive.

The fleshy portion properly tended, Soarin took a moment to work the oiled towel over the other placed under the hoof, spreading the warm scent and pleasant sensation. He finished the hoof buy polishing up the forward curve, making it shine beautifully. He planted a kiss on the tip, and then another on the oiled frog, the tingly oil lingering on his lips, and the tip of his tongue after giving a parting little tongue-flick. “One down...”

“Don't... you dare... miss... the other...” Dash mumbled, looking down at Soarin', one eye half-closed the other fully closed. She almost looked drunk, though she was intoxicated by pleasure and not spirits. The warmth and tingle in her treated hoof were radiating out, giving her whole body a little thrill. And if just one could do that, a second bit of treatment could only do more.

“Wouldn't dream of it,” Soarin said quietly, breath flowing ticklishly across the bottom of Dash's other hoof, joined in tickles by the velvet of his muzzle and the whisper-soft brush of his lips and tongue over the sensitive flesh. He allowed himself an especially long lick, from one tip of the fleshy V to the apex and down the other side to the other tip.

Dash let out a low, shivering moan as the ticklish teases gave way to a more pleasant sensation, her sensitive hoof once more exploited in a manner with which she was quite pleased. Her hands both dipped down between her thighs, fingers idly working over the plump flesh of her mound. She was not really working herself like she had on previous nights, pulling at her lips or grinding her clit. She was matching the subtle tease of the oral attention, working over the areas around her lips, though reaching in to gather up some of the little drops of moisture to slide the juice around, and perhaps provide a more interesting flavor, to make it more interesting for Soarin when he got to that part of the evening.

Soarin was, at that moment, repeating the same gentle ministrations that he had brought to bear against the other hoof. He was gingerly tending to the flesh and keratin, working the heady oil over all the same areas, with all the same care. He left the hoof redolent with the cinnamon-peppermint and musk, and also had it shining perfectly, polished just right. A showpiece with all the beauty of its partner.

Dash and Soarin both admired the tended hooves, Dash turning them slowly to watch them glisten in the candlelight. She had never been a spa-loving pony but suddenly she could see some small basis for the appeal. A comment to that effect was cut off by a sudden laugh, as Soarin leaned in to lick and kiss her freshly-oiled hoof. “A-alright, loverboy, you made your point.”

Soarin pressed one more kiss onto the tingling and heated flesh under Dash's hoof and smiled up at her. “And what was it that I proved?”

“That you're an awesome guy. And that I should probably go do Rapid again for teaching you this,” Dash laughed, lightly kicking her hooves. “Seriously, though, awesome...”

“Any stallion can bust in, unload and walk out. There's no style in that, nothing to make a mare happy. And that's what it's all about,” Soarin noted, nuzzling over both hooves one more time before he lightly gripped Dash's ankles and slowly spread her legs out. “I nibbled an appetizer. Now for the next course.”

“Right. The soup course...” Dash teased, her hands still down between her legs. She gently pressed the fingers of both hands on her lips and slowly spread them apart, to reveal the moist and aroused passage. “M-my hooves are really, really sensitive. And I needed something to keep my mind off of the tickling...”

“Works for me,” Soarin said, leaning in slowly, taking in the sight of those pale cyan thighs leading up to the slightly-flushed lips of her sex, the flesh a bit mashed and stretched by the two-handed opening. His eyes, however, fell on a much more important target, the deep-pink orb of Dash's clit.

Soarin breaths a soft breath across it, making Dash quiver and moan above him. Like a fleshy pearl it sat, a treasure to be admired and tended gently. Another hot breath heralded his tongue, which languidly stroked out across the bundle of needy nerves. He stroked, agonizingly slowly from the middle of his tongue to the very tip, which only parted from the flesh with a quick flick.

The flick did it. Dash tossed her head back and nearly released her spread lips, trembling arms having to fight to maintain position. “I should have known... I thought he would have told you I want to go fast. This slow teasing isn't my style...”

“But it's my style,” Soarin mumbled, flicking her clit a few more times with his tongue before wrapping it in his lips and giving a single, moderate suck. He pulled off with a tiny 'pop' and let another long, slow lick grind his slippery tongue flesh against Dash's pleasure button.

Dash's moaning became soft, and high-pitched, her teeth grinding together as she once more fought against her inner nature. She wanted to go fast, to get to the hard, deep, rapid action. But she loved this too. She had been awakened to just how amazing it could be to take it slow and let herself be revved up. She needed to have her sex primed and pumped for a really powerful session.

Soarin alternated sucking and licking, working Dash with an easy, practiced skill. He took his time on each activity, and even added a few new touches each time, like working his tongue around her clit, or circling the revealed passage a few times before returning to his concentrated pleasure-giving.

“Hey! Aren't you going to get to the good stuff? You know, the inside stuff?” Dash chided, breathing heavily and looking down at Soarin with a mix of pleasure and pique.

“Sorry... I was having too much fun...” Soarin said, a little blush rising on his cheeks. After one more circuit of Dash's nub and another around her spread lips he started to flick his way against the opening and part the slightly-fluttering walls.

Soarin's tongue delved slowly into dash, wiggling a bit on some thrusts and pressing to the sides on others, working her open in a careful, even manner. His panting brought more soft sounds of pleasure from Dash, her hands releasing her spread lips to rest on Soarin's head, stroking over his ears and mane as he worked his way into her clutching passage.

It took nearly two minutes for the slow and steady licking and twisting to get his lips down to her sex, but he pressed in eagerly, only too happy to give the intimate kiss. As he ground his lips on hers and deeply worked his tongue he moved his upper lip and crinkled the velvety expanse of his nose, rubbing both of them in alternating brushes over Dash's engorged and sensitized clit. He was rewarded with a trembling squeeze of his tongue and a greater flow of warm mare juice.

It was just like her night with Rapid. The burning ember of pleasure was heating her slowly but deeply, working through her body with a pure and wonderful delight. Her thighs pressed in around his head, ankles crossing behind her back while she lightly kicked her polished hooves. She dug her fingers into his mane and gave in a small tug forward. She had no words but heavy moans and a few soft gasps, when his soft nose passed in just the right way across her sensitive button.

He kept his pace and didn't mind the sudden, possessive grasps that surrounded his body. It was to be expected. She wanted to own the pleasure he was delivering, and he wasn't about to complain at a compliment. He just doubled his efforts, swirled and jabbed his tongue more, snuffed hot air over her clit when his soft lip and nose were not covering it with warm pressure. He knew she was slow-pleasured. Now to finish her off with a hot, rapid rush, just as she liked.

The sudden ramp in speed caught Dash off guard. She bucked her hips into Soarin's face, increasing her own pleasure as her went after her with a new will. The slowly-spreading pleasure surged, crashing like waves against a rocky shore. She was caught up in the sudden tied, carried away and left crying out as she lost herself in to roiling sea.

Her climax caught Soarin's tongue, pulled it, mangled it like a fleshy vise. She squirted her silken fluids, over his tongue, over his chin and cheeks, showing him the measure of her pleasure. He took it all in stride, licking when he could, slowly wiggling his tongue out of her and pulling his head away before her tightly-pressing thighs crushed his head. He cooled her through the hardest crest of the climax with soft kisses over the top of her mound and a soft caressing of her thighs.

Dash fell back onto the bed, lightly panting. Her eyes were closed and a smile had spread across her lightly-open mouth. It took her a moment to get the coordination to untangle her legs and release Soarin from her grip. Another moment of moaning gave way to the soft comment, “Yeah. Definitely gotta do rapid again for teaching you that...”

“Well... before you tumble off and 'do' him, do you think you could take some time here and 'do' me first?” Soarin teased, using a spare towel to wipe away what fluid his tongue could not lap up. He stood up slowly between Dash's legs, backlit by the wavering light of the scented candles, mostly in shadow. His straining jock was barely visible, but seemed, as was to be expected, well-filled.”

“Chillax, Soarin. I Could to both of you, like Fire and Lightning,” Dash said with a laugh, pulling her legs up and laying herself out properly along the bed. “Show me what you've got and then we can get to this. Need me to give you the bed so I can ride you?”

“I think I'll be riding you. I... like the closeness of being on top. I can hold on and we can be a bit more close,” Soarin replied, hooking his thumbs into the straps of his jock and working them until he had it down. He turned a bit, to show off his aching member, and reveal the true magnitude of it.

The dark cornflower pole was fat, perhaps even thicker than Rapid's had been, and ways longer than any of the previous ones had been. He struck a few playful poses, flexing his muscles and bouncing the shaft teasingly, letting the precum drip out and spatter on the sheets. “How do you like that?”

Dash sat halfway up, leaning on her arm as she regarded the huge piece of stallion meat. “Now thatis a rod! That's bigger than all the rest! I guess that's why you're the last one to come at this, am I right?”

“When I'm feeling cocky I say that all the rest of them need to get a mare ready for me. But it's mostly that I don't want to impose. I can be very patient,” Soarin said, slowly straddling Dash, on his hands and knees and over her on the bed. His standing spire dripped precum onto her belly, thick hot drops of the stuff fairly pooling in her bellybutton. “You ready?”

“I was born ready!” Dash cried, mostly as an automatic reaction. She laid back again and blushed a bit as the heavy spatters thumped on her tight stomach. “Go as fast as you want. I know I can take it. I want to take it.”

Soarin responded by bringing down a kiss, lightly licking around Dash's lips but never pressing his tongue past the barrier of her mouth. Dash did that on her own. Her tongue zipped through and into Soarin's mouth, pressing on his to encourage that he return the favor. She flicked around his teeth and cheeks, tasting the lingering residue of her own juice in her maw, as well as feeling the last whispers of the spicy, heady oil that still made her hooves tingle pleasantly.

Both tongues explored, twisting and pushing about to share saliva. The merged mouths dampened the groans of both ponies, letting only the slight rustle of sheets and slide of coat-on-coat truly be heard. As one both of them brought their hands up, interlacing their fingers and holding on securely, Soarin's hands pressed down onto the bed by Dash's rather lustful grip and push.

Though distracted by the kissing and holding of hands Soarin still had the presence of mind to do his duty and lower his massive member down, until the oozing tip rested on Dash's firm abs. He pulled back and down, gliding the mushroom crown down along the middle line of the muscles until he felt the softness and heated excitement of Dash's mound beneath him.

It took a short moment to find the right spot, still sloppily wet and slightly spread from the prior licking and rubbing. He added to the mess, warm flows of precum bathing the engorged nub as he got into place. Dash let out a long, low moan into the shared kiss that almost threatened to break it. What did break it was the final push, Soarin's hips mashing the fat, blunt head against the entrance and parting them with only slight difficulty to begin the deep drive.

“Ah! Buck! That's more of a stretch than Rapid...” Rainbow muttered, her head turning to the side as the kiss broke. Her fingers squeezed Soarin's hands slightly harder as her inner muscles clamped down and came loose at intervals. Even when she was helping with a roll and push of her hips it was slow going as Soarin's thickness was not to be trifled with. “How do you fly with that thing?”

“Carefully,” Soarin quipped, with a strained smile on his face. As ever, his massive meatpole was being strangled in the hot and moist depths. Even though Dash was wholly amenable to the proposition it was still a struggle. His hips thrust forward and then rested, driving down portions of an inch with every drive just to make it slightly easier.

There was a familiarity in the pleasant effort being exerted, but it was delightfully new. Dash had controlled the last encounter with a truly broad male, and had let gravity do some portion of the work getting her down to the base. This time it was all on Soarin. She had lost control, as she had with the tending of her hooves. But like that, she didn't mind.

The girthy tool finally reached bottom, hips contacting as a warm gout of precum spattered against the face of her cervix which lay a slim fraction of an inch away from his tip. He ground his crotch against hers, seeming to 'stir' his rod around in her while he captured her lips in another kiss. He broke it a moment later and smiled. “How is it?”

“S-so... awesome...” Dash whined. Her biggest, her longest, her best encounter in all her life. She was filled up in a way she never had been before. If she had been an egghead she probably could have been a bit more flashy about how it felt. But it suited her to call it awesome. Her legs, as expected, came up and around Soarin's body. She squeezed his hips with her thighs and crossed her ankles behind his back, lightly laying one polished hoof on his backside.

Soarin responded with another quick kiss, his head then turning and his blocky muzzle resting against Dash's throat. He gave a low, loud moan as he began his work, drawing his his back as best he could, against the squeeze of Dash's legs, then thrusting forward with an audible, moist smack, which got them both groaning in delight.

The experimental move tried, Soarin went for it. His strong, toned, trained hips and ass flexed, his lower body like a machine. He pistoned his pole about a quarter of the way out and back in again, leaving the constant stimulation of both his broad head and medial ring to flick against the ridges of muscle within Dash's passage. He left behind large dollops of precum to provide even more of a slippery cushion, as though he needed it. The lewd squish and squelch of each thrust told of there being plenty of lubricant for the activity.

Dash would have nuzzled down with Soarin but she was too busy crying out loudly with her head thrown back. Her legs twitched in time with the muscular flex of his ass, pulling him in on every forward thrust and making them that much more powerful, while she eased up on the backstroke to give him a chance to prepare for the next. Her inner walls pulled, rolled and trembled around the broad organ, giving a clutching massage, lavishing tight adoration all over the throbbing flesh.

The sounds that filled the room rang out grandly, from the heavy slap of hips on hips to the gentle thump of Soarin's testes on Dash's backside, the squish of penetration, the slurp of withdrawal, and the cried of both ponies. They moaned and panted in hot ecstasy, pure carnal delight echoing the pleasure heard from the more base noises of copulation.

The meaty thumps of flesh on flex came to a peak as their cries reached a near-simultaneous crescendo. Dash didn't think it was possible; it hadn't happened with Rapid. Or any of the others. But something in Soarin's attention and action had driven her to a second grand climax, that hit just a moment before his own. She felt him, an almost-painful splattering of hot, heavy wads of semen hammering against her cervix, the sloppy flood filling what spare space was left within. She oozed with the white load, too full to contain it all, the remainder pouring down the split of her butt to pool thickly on the bed.

They lay there, united, panting, sweat lightly glinting on Soarin's back, and on his face when he lifted it up to look at Dash in the candlelight. They kissed, and a soft shiver ran through the both of them. It was a suitable conclusion to a wonderful encounter. He didn't really need to leave, not as quickly as all the others. There was time for kissing, and holding, more cleanup and maybe a little more conversation. It wouldn't be a bad way to end a wonderful time.

Day 162- The Preg-ilogue

Several months had passed since Dash's four nights of fun with the Wonderbolts veterans. She had moved on as if nothing had happened, filled with vim and vigor and loving life. Then her suits started to feel a bit tight. That progressed to a more certain swelling of her belly. The team doctor had confirmed the diagnosis after enough time had passed. She was pregnant. But more than just pregnant.

“Five kids?!” Dash rubbed her belly in the mirror of her room and incredulously queried her reflection. As expected, her silvered doppelganger had nothing for her but her own incredulous look. “Seriously...”

A biological miracle... maybe magic was involved, was the word from the doctor. Not only was she pregnant with five kids, but based on the preliminary data, they all had different fathers. She knew exactly which five were to blame for backaches, joint pain and a temporary cessation of active flight roles. She'd kill them if she didn't need them for support. And maybe Rapid and Soarin for hoof massages and stud duties. At least she still had that possibility.

She heard the door open but was simply too in awe of her belly to turn and look at who had come in. “So... all five of them? Never would have put my bits in for that,” Spitfire said, walking into the mirror's reach. “But I got my money back on you.”

“What's that ma'am? Money? What are you talking about?” Dash turned her head a bit to regard her captain, who had a small, secretive smile on her face.

“Let me guess, the guys think we mares don't know about this little secret initiation? That's so cute. I love when they're naive,” Spitfire chuckled, placing a hand on Dash's bulging baby bump. “Whew. Five. Crowded in there.”

“Wait... you know? And you don't say anything?” Dash asked, a brow rising.

“Why would we? It's clear the guys will go after newbies. Some, anyhow. This way, at least we know and can be sure things are being handled right,” Spitfire explained.

“Huh... okay then. That's... weird, but I guess it works out. I sure liked it. But what's this about money?” Dash asked, looking forward at the mirror again.

“Simple, really. You through a bunch of charged up, adrenaline-fueled sensation-craving folks into a co-ed blender and turn out the lights and they'll screw like a power drill. They settled down eventually but, well...” Spitfire rubbed Dash's stomach again and chuckled. “Someone always hits this. So the other vet mares and I throw together a pool, which new girl is going to be the one. Honestly? Most of them picked Lightning Dust. Guess they figured she was a slut. She kind of is but, I went with you because, well... I figured you'd be the one to pull the guys. And I was right.”

Dash snorted softly but did her best to maintain a neutral look. “Not sure how to take that, ma'am...”

“Take it as I meant it, a compliment. They don't just chase anyone. There has to be something a little special about you, to be the one newbie they pick. Plus you really left an impression on them. Fire and Lightning just keep grinning at each other. Rapid mentions you now and then, even when not discussion fit-reps or anything else. And Soarin... you really got to him. He's all moony and stuff. Kinda funny, really.”

Dash gave a lopsided smile, nodding her head slowly as she took it in. To leave an impression on veterans who had had mares like her before was really something. “Thank you, ma'am. I just did my best. Like I always do.”

“I know. You were performing really well before this... incident. Don't worry. We have excellent daycare facilities and housing for mares with foals. And really, a little supplemental exercise, some training days and you'll be back out on the main squad in no time, pulling tricks and wowing crowds just like you wanted.”

“I get to have it all. That's what I was hoping for,” Dash said, turning away from the mirror and stretching out. “But for now, I'm thinking I could use a rest. It's kinda hard getting around like this. Maybe I'll take a nap.”

“Or you could relax with a massage and a hooficure,” Spitfire noted, “I hear that's supposed to be really good for pregnant mares.”

“Ehh... I dunno. I used to hang out with a fancy mare and she took me to the spa a lot. I'm not that crazy about strangers putting their hands all over me,” Dash said, “Especially not my hooves.”

“'Strangers'? Never!” Spitfire insisted, a cunning grin crossing her features. “I meant that I can get Rapid and Soarin in here to give you the full hoof treatment and a slow, deep massage, and even have them stay to take care of anything else you might need.”

Dash let out a laugh after considering that, imagining both stallions standing there in full attire, watching her lounge about, on alert in case she said something. “Ma'am, I really like your style.”

“Rookie, you proved that you deserve to be part of this,” Spitfire said with a wink before she set off. “They'll be here soon. Go ahead and lay down.”

After Spitfire had left the room Dash carefully made her way to the bed and laid herself out on it, slightly angled so that her hooves hung off the edge. She laid her head back on the pillow and placed her hands under it, adopting the posture of total relaxation that she knew well from her days of lounging on clouds and in trees. Despite a few bumps in the road she was really, really starting to like being a full Wonderbolt.

Author's Note

To anyone thinking this is odd: This was Shooter's idea. And I went along with it because I'm the world's most gigantic impregnophile.