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A pair of magenta eyes sat enshrouded in darkness, (im)patiently anticipating arrival of their target.
"Come on, come on..." the shadowy blue mouth below them whispered, "the show should be over by now...!"
“Patience, Dashie. Eager to be disappointed?” I whispered sardonically. But before she had a chance to snarl, our eager heroine got what she was hoping for in the arrival of a certain amber pegasus...
"Hah..." Spitfire sighed aloud upon entering the seemingly vacant Wonderbolts locker room.
Her half-lidded eyes and labored breath spoke of a pony who had seen too much in one day. But what exactly had gotten to her? The four hour performance, the nauseating tedium... To an outsider, it was hard to tell.
She took her sweet time as she sauntered over to her locker and began suiting out.
"Best make your move now Dashie, lest you end up looking like a pervert," I mocked.
"O... Okay,"
Taking a deep breath, Rainbow stepped out from her hiding spot behind some adjacent lockers, and instantly gained her idol's attention.
"Rainbow Dash?!" she asked, her voice a bit subdued by her exhaustion, "The heck 're you doing in here?!"
"M-Ma'am, F... For--" Rainbow hesitated. One would be hard-pressed to blame her.
"Go on, go on..." I encouraged her gently, my voice going unheard by the other pegasus in the room.
"Well?!" the Wonderbolts captain demanded. Swallowing hard, her cyan admirer continued.
"Ma'am, for a long time now, I've looked up to you. You're one of the coolest, bravest, fastest ponies I know. And I was just... wondering... if--"
"Ugh..." Spitfire groaned, giving an exaggerated facehoof.
Ugh indeed. Confused, Rainbow stood silent and waited for her to continue. Hah, this should be entertaining.
"First off Rainbow Dash... you're my student. And as well as the whole 'trainee/drill instructor' relationship would play into somepony's fantasies..."
She paused a moment to leer at a certain locker, the name on it obscured by pie-filling, "... it doesn't play well into my reality."
Rainbow cringed a bit at the sound of those last words. I knew she wasn't going to make this easy.
"Second, do you have any idea how much time needs to be put in a relationship for it to work?"
Rainbow hesitated, then shook her head.
"A lot," Spitfire answered. "I know you Rainbow Dash. You hold your friends above everything. Your wants, your needs, even your own life!" Rainbow looked down to the floor, her face one of guilty realization, "And nopony who appreciates her friends as much as you do has the time for a serious relationship!"
The dejected look on Rainbow's face was enough to make King Sombra want to buy her an ice cream.
“Now please, just get out!” Spitfire finished. And after a few more seconds, her downtrodden cadet turned toward the locker room's large double-doors, and sullenly made her way to them...
"And here is where I have to step in..."
Rainbow stopped midway to the door, and both mares looked up to the ceiling. Spitfire in surprise, Dash, closer to terror. I breathed a heavy sigh, and continued.
"You see, Dashie? I knew this would happen... Seems like I'm going to have to tighten the strings a bit more..."
Rainbow's features changed from fear to pure panic. Spitfire did a quick double-take between Dashie and the ceiling, then spoke up.
"Who the heck are you?!" she shouted, but went ignored.
"No! You don't need to--!" Dashie tried to say. But before she could finish, the sound of the locker room door's latch could be heard closing from the outside, and Spitfire could feel her entire body begin to stiffen and freeze.
"Wh-what the heck?!" she yelled. Damn, does she like doing that. Again I ignored her and instead focused on our panic-stricken protagonist, who knew the implications of this all too well. Words died in her throat as she exchanged worried glances between her frozen idol and the ceiling.
"... Well? This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
Mustering up no small amount of courage, she spoke up.
"N-no! Not like this, anyways!"
"Well unfortunately Dashie, things have to be like this. This was going to happen to her one way or another, so why not now and by you?"
Spitfire, now terrified herself, tried shouting for help.
"Help, help!! There's some lunatic in here trying to-" she failed to call out as I locked her tongue and jaw into place.
"Damn. I wanted to leave your mouth functional for Dashie's sake, but it looks like that's not happening. Now... Dashie... if you please?"
She stood in place, just as petrified as the mare before her.
"You know you want to Dashie. It's now or never..."
Reluctantly, Rainbow slowly trotted toward the immobilized mare, tears forming in her eyes along the way.
"I... I'm so sorry, ma'am," she said as she got within centimeters of our prisoner, sadness filling her voice. "I... I didn't want it to be like this... but I've waited so long, and... I can't help myself..."
Rainbow took a moment to banish her trepidation, closed her eyes, and planted a tender, deep kiss on her unwilling paramour. And with nearly every muscle in her body incapacitated, Spitfire could do nothing but shut her own eyes and shrilly whine into her attacker's mouth.
Clasping her lover's golden mane in one hoof, Rainbow gently brought her down to the locker room floor with the other. Freshly shed tears fell on Spitfire's face as she attempted to struggle, making it appear as if she was the one crying. But no... She's stronger than that...
Isn't she?
Rainbow broke away for a moment and, in one fell swoop, ripped off her prey's uniform. Unsurprisingly, our victim chose to continue her whining, now more audible than ever thanks to her lips being free.
Rainbow paused only a second to wipe her eyes dry before enveloping Spitfire once more, feverishly kissing a line down Spitfire's well-toned frame. Down her now cherry-red cheek, her slender neck, her trim barrel, her firm thighs, then finally... it.
Ever so delicately, Dash parted her golden doll's legs, and stared in awe at the magnificent blossom in front of her. She spread its damp petals with her wing-tips, and continued to stare starry-eyed for a few seconds; savoring it, letting the tension build up inside her. And finally, after what seemed like a beautiful eternity, she dug in.
Spitfire held up pretty well at first, letting whatever pangs of forced pleasure she seemed to be feeling escape in small, stifled gasps and pants...
That is, until Rainbow found her... “sweet spot.”
That was it, she just couldn't hold it in anymore, and anyone within thirty yards could tell. Rainbow's clever tongue-work left her gasping and moaning helplessly, her eyes still shut tightly as the last of her resolve crumbled before us.
This was getting too good. I let a little slack in the stings, thinking the miserable pony wouldn't put up a fight anymore. And what do you know? She didn't.
Spitfire clutched her prismatic mistress' mane with both hooves and her head in her thighs as she writhed and moaned uncontrollably.
With every last quake, Spitfire could feel another small piece of her sanity melting away, falling into the pit of endless white Rainbow was digging her into.
Until finally, the last of it disappeared.
Making a noise somewhere between a moan and a yelp, Spitfire climaxed, completely drenching Rainbow's face with every drop of the liquid stress she had been carrying for Celestia knows how long. And with her head in place by the twitching pony's tensed thighs, Rainbow could do little more than try to fight against it.
With much, much difficulty, Rainbow eventually managed to free herself from Spitfire's death-grip.
“Whew...” Rainbow sighed. She stared at the dazed mare before her, her expression a mix of longing and partial satisfaction. But then, something hit her.
“Wait a minute...”
“She can move again.”
“Crap--!”
Poor Dashie barely had time to brace herself before being tackled to the hard floor by the suddenly coherent Spitfire.
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