Rainbowfire (part 3)

Rainbow Dash opened her mouth in a huge yawn and opened her bright magenta eyes to see her yellow lover on the other side of her bed. Or she would if she was there. No, Rainbow Dash was alone, in her own bed in the barracks. That’s weird, she last remembered passing out with Spitfire, and then had a vague memory of being hauled up into her bed with her holding her…she felt so peaceful in bed with Spitfire…

Yet here she was, totally alone. She made her way out of bed and looked to the calendar. It was Saturday, cool, no practice today. She left the barracks and searched around for Spitfire, but simply couldn’t find her. Something was off, Spitfire always spent her Saturdays out on the field helping the less speedy ponies fly laps. The ponies were there, and laps were being made, but Spitfire was noticeably lacking. She checked the mess hall, her office and even risked getting in trouble by checking her personal quarters. No Spitfire, but there was a note on the dresser draw. Dash respected Spitfire’s personal space, but the letter had Rainbow’s name on it. Double checking to make sure no instructors were around, Rainbow crept inside and closed the door behind her. She unraveled the scroll with her wings and read it in a whisper to herself.

Rainbow Dash,

If you are reading this you have (finally) woken up. I decided to take the day off and visit Ponyville, and perhaps pick up a few things. I might be inclined to stay the night if a “certain somepony” would like me to come over to their house…I am sure you catch my meaning Dashie.

Rainbow blushed, normally she’d sock a pony right in the muzzle for calling her that, but she made an exception for Spitfire…and sometimes Fluttershy. She noticed some extra script at the bottom.

P.S. Don’t bother trying to hide my toys…I brought them with me

It’s like she was in her head.

Spitfire was trotting about Ponyville, in disguise of course. This small town had a bad habit of over-reacting to stars. Or that’s what she gathered from the short lived fame of Fluttershy, one of Photo Finish’s models. She was wondering if Rainbow Dash had finally woken up when the mare herself gently landed at the step of the Sugar Cube Corner. “Fancy meetin you here.” She said trying to sound cool.

“I see my sleeping beauty has finally woken up.” She smiled and lowered her hood, feeling safer with a local Ponyville resident. “Wanna have some sweets? I am sure Pinkie Pie would be happy to serve us.” Rainbow tried acting smooth and placed a wing on Spitfire, but Spitfire turned down her advances by gently placing her wing back on her side “Er, yes, we can get something to eat. I am not terribly hungry, but I can have a little something.” Spitfire said looking around nervously.

“What’s wrong Fire? Something ruffling your feathers?” Rainbow asked noting with some hint of depression that her wing was removed from her lovers back. Spitfire responded immediately and hastily “Just fine Rainbow, let’s just get inside and have our snack.” She said literally pushing the blue mare into the shop from behind using her head.

Once inside they noticed it was actually pretty busy, but Pinkie, with her never ending well of energy, seemed to be in more than one place at a time, serving customers at the desk and also taking orders from dine in customers. Had Rainbow not known any better, she would think her act impossible. Spitfire however was new to Ponyville and its eccentric little pink party pony. Never had she seen an earth pony move so fast, no, not even that, never had she seen any living creature move that fast. She was slightly spellbound before Rainbow pulled a slight role reversal and pushed Spitfire, mouth agape, to one of the few open booths.

“How does she-” Spitfire started before Rainbow stopped her

“We just learned to accept it. It’s a lot easier for us to not try and figure her out. Try too hard and your brain’ll hurt.” She chuckled a little. It was odd how easily she was able to speak around Spitfire. She was never so…casual in her speech before. It was like she was a different pony when she was around this particular Wonderbolt. Spitfire wasn’t taking note of Rainbow’s speech however as the slightly scary ball of energy neared the table. She feared she was a ticking time bomb of confetti ready to burst at the slightest bit of stimulation. Rainbow noticed this nervousness and tried to ease her out of an awkward encounter “Hey Pinkie, This is my instructor from the academy, Spitfire.”

“Pinkie smiled, much larger than most ponies could, and gave Spitfire a quick and high pitched “Hi!” Spitfire steeled herself. She was totally acting out of character; she was the friggen Captain of the most daring group of flyers Equestria had ever seen since Fire Fly herself. She looked Pinkie right in her blue eyes, took a deep breath and said “Hello Pinkie Pie.” (What? You expected more? This isn’t a grim dark silly filly)

Having taken the all vital step in establishing communication, the rest of the visit seemed to fly by rather smoothly, but Rainbow was becoming increasingly concerned with every denied touch, every turned down sign of affection. Was last night just a fling for Spitfire? If that was the case, why invite her out for a day out in Ponyville? And why was the letter so suggestive? Was she being lead on? Rainbow Dash refused to be played, even if it was her hero. She was getting answers, and she was getting them now. After she paid for the meal, she took off into the air “Come on Spitfire, let’s go to my place. You can drop your bag off there so you don’t have to carry it around everywhere. Don’t worry, Tank won’t get to it, he is just a turtle.”

Somewhere Fluttershy shivered. Twilight asked her what was wrong “I-I don’t know. I just feel like somewhere, somepony mis-identified an animal…” Twilight rolled her eyes and went back down on the yellow Pegasus, giving the animal caretaker a completely different kind of shudder.

Rainbow opened the door to her place and allowed Spitfire in first. Once inside Rainbow closed the door and just as she was about o asked her that question, the one where she was going to ask why Spitfire was being so distant, her words were pushed back down her throat as Spitfire grabbed her and shoved her tongue in her mouth, kissing Rainbow Dash harder then Rainbow ever remembered being kissed. Her eyes shot open with shock with a slightly shocked ‘mmm’ leaving her mouth before lowering to a lower pitch as Rainbow’s eyes drooped down and she wrapped her hooves around Spitfires neck enjoying the sudden kiss. Spitfire pulled away, a small string of saliva connecter her lips to Rainbow Dash’s before breaking off. “Celestia, I have been waiting all day to do that.”

Rainbow was confused now, which was at least better than the disappointed anger she had before. So she asked anyway “Why have you been avoiding my advances all day?” She said with a bit of anger “Every kiss you dodged, every touch you avoided and you didn’t say you loved me once…” Rainbow finally let her feelings be known. It hurt more than she expected to say it out loud and she felt a little heat behind her eyes. She seriously didn’t want to let those tears fall, not here…not in front of her…She was making a valiant effort to hold them back. All her efforts were for not as Spitfire feel to her flanks and looked away. “Rainbow…I do love you. Very much…and it was awful having to avoid your affection. It hurt so much…but I had to.” Spitfire explained, keeping her gaze away from Rainbow Dash, whose face was quickly becoming stained by her tears “In the academy…it’s prohibited for instructors to have relationships with students…If word spreads we are a thing, I will lose my job, and you’ll be bucked from the academy.” Spitfire finished looking up at Rainbow with tears threatening to pour from her eyes. Rainbow simply stared back at her, dark blue lines running from her big dark pink eyes down to her chin where her tears was dripping onto the cloud under her

“We…we can’t…” Rainbow said almost silently. Spitfire shared her sentiments but kept a strong face for her young fan and lover. “I-it’s ok though. If we can keep this a secret until you graduate, nothing stops us from seeing each other then.” Spitfire encouraged her. This seemed to lift Rainbow Dash’s spirits, as well her whole frame actually as she flapped her wings a bit. “Really?” She asked interested “Yes Dash, Wonderbolts can date other Wonderbolts. BUT you have to keep what we do a SECRET.” She stared firmly as she took to the air beside her. “That mean you have to stop being so touchy in public and you need to speak to me on a professional level. Understood ‘recruit’?” She questioned Dash with a smirk and her commander’s voice. “Please, professional is my middle name!” She bragged, to which Spitfire could only ask “I thought her middle name was danger? Rainbow Professional Danger Dash?” While Spitfire pondered the length and legitimacy of her student’s name, Rainbow Dash took Spitfire’s bag to her room, but as she turned to leave her room she trotted right into her instructor, who planted a kiss on her which could easily rival that of the one she just got. Her face was flushed a fire cart red and the only noise she could make was a muffled “Mmm!”

Spitfire pressed the kiss into her pupil hard, driving her back and back until Rainbow’s taught flank cheeks bumped into her own bed, causing the kiss train to come to an abrupt stop. Before Rainbow could protest, not that she wanted to at this point, Spitfire used her forehooves to push rainbow up and over onto the bed, making the smaller faster Pegasus land on her back, wings spread wide as the bed gently accepted her awkward landing. Spitfire used a wing assisted jump to mount the cyan mare and giggled slightly before lowering herself into a kiss.

Soarin was pretty ticked off. First Spitfire insists on handling all the important things for this class, and suddenly she wants a day off. He was left with double duty and his wings were sore. In fact he was so tired it took him a good minute to realize he accidentally stepped into the wrong room. “Good thing Spitfire ISN’T here…if she was she rip me a new plot for coming in here.” He looked around; he never had a chance to see his captain’s room before. It was moderately decorated and honestly fairly boring. Nothing at all like he imagined. Before he left he noticed an out of place note on her cabinet. Soarin wasn’t your typical snooper, but this note just begged him to read it, so he did. “Blah blah blah…Dashie…blah blah blah…Toys? What is she…?” He asked himself and the gears started turning in his head. He was suddenly VERY glad he stepped into the wrong room. Once it was lights out at the academy, he snuck out and headed to Ponyville, camera in hoof.

Author's Note

Thank you all for reading up to this point. I promise things will only get more exciting from here. Look forward to the next story, and make sure you are alone cause things are about to heat up XD