Desk Jobs

by ScousePone

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Sex, Spitfire, Lightning Dust, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash
Length: 5239

Spitfire calls in Rainbow Dash and Lightning Dust in hopes that the two can strengthen their relationship and become better flyers...just like how the Wonderbolts do it!

Spitfire's fully aware of the potential in Rainbow Dash and Lightning Dust. There's no doubt that the two can easily become future Wonderbolts. In an effort to help them become better flyers, she tells them how they can strengthen their relationship and become a better duo in a way that should be intriguing for everyone!

Featured on Equestria After Dark!
Edited by Atrodilla and SolidFire
Cover art by template93

Published 2014-03-07 03:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-07 03:20:02 UTC

Chapter 1

Papers were scattered haphazardly across the desk, various statistics and reports written upon the fabric. Today was Spitfire’s office work day, the day she had to finish up all the paperwork that she procrastinated on throughout the week. Since the Wonderbolt Academy training had started a few days ago, the workload was exceptionally heavy.

“I can’t stand this,” Spitfire groaned as she looked over the health report of an applicant for next year’s academy session. “A pegasus shouldn’t be cooped up inside an office, especially when there are some rookie flyers out there that need to be taught a lesson!”

Spitfire felt the sun sneak through the blinds and warm her back. Outside, she could hear the whistles and calls of various trainees working with their squads. Though it was a busy time of the year, it was a time that Spitfire really enjoyed. Every year, there was always a flyer or two that reminded her of herself when she was hoping to become a Wonderbolt. Confident, excited, and optimistic.

Unfortunately, they usually ended up failing to meet her expectations. No matter how exciting of a prospect they seemed when they arrived on day one, they ended up crashing and burning; quite literally too. Several of the other Wonderbolts thought Spitfire was too rough on the academy members, but she just told them they were being too soft. Besides, there were few things Spitfire loved more than seeing the terrified look on a pony who was hoping that Soarin, with his laidback attitude, would be their academy instructor.

This year also had its fair share of potential Wonderbolts amongst the ranks, though two in particular caught Spitfire’s attention: Rainbow Dash and Lightning Dust.

Out of the other academy members, they were the fastest, most competitive, and determined of the bunch. In every exercise Spitfire had the academy do, Dash would always finish first with flying colors, Lightning mere seconds behind her. Rainbow Dash had already smashed some impressive academy records, even the ones that the Wonderbolt captain put into place herself. In fact, she was so impressed with the duo’s performance that she wanted to congratulate them in person.

“Would be ironic if they showed up late to a meeting, huh?” Spitfire said to herself as she glanced up at the clock, subconsciously timing her two shining students.

“Why do you think Spitfire wants to see us?” Rainbow Dash asked Lightning Dust. The two walked down the hallway towards Spitfire’s office, passing the photos of some of the Wonderbolts’ legendary members.

“She probably just wants to get us fitted for our Wonderbolt uniforms!” Lightning replied confidently.

“Yeah,” Dash chuckled, “though I am a bit nervous as to why she wants to meet with us in person. An in-office meeting isn’t always the best thing.”

Lightning Dust shrugged. “Whatever, I’m sure it’s nothing we should worry about. Like I said, she probably just wants us to try on our new Wonderbolts uniforms now!”

When the two reached the door, they were hesitant to open it. Despite what had been said, they were both unsure what fate met them on the other side of the door. They shared a quick glance before Rainbow Dash dared to knock.

“It’s open,” Spitfire’s voice called from the other side.

Dash pushed the door open and stepped inside, Lightning following behind her. Spitfire sat calmly at her desk, her purple-tinted sunglasses placed perfectly on her nose, the papers still scattered about on the desk.

“You’re allowed to come closer, you know,” Spitfire chuckled, smiling softly as she collected the pieces of paper that littered her workspace.

Dash and Lightning giggled nervously, shared a glance, then stepped forward.

“And take a seat while you’re at it too,” Spitfire added while she placed the stack of papers in one of the desk drawers.

The two did as they were told and sat down across from Spitfire. For a few seconds, the room was dead silent, the only audible sounds being that of the clock and the pegasi practicing outside.

“So,” Spitfire began, breaking the silence, “I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you two here.”

“Yeah, we’re both pretty curious,” Lightning said.

Spitfire chuckled. “Well, I just wanted to let you two know how fantastic your performances have been lately. You have outdone yourselves and continue to surprise me time and time again. You should be proud!”

It took everything they had to not physically show their excitement. To receive such praise from one of their heroes, not to mention the biggest hard-ass of the Wonderbolts, was certainly an honor. Now they just wanted to hear her say the words “congratulations, you are now Wonderbolts!”

“Thank you ma’am, we’ve been giving it our all so far!” Dash chirped, pumping her fore hoof into the air. It was just too difficult for her to sit there and not express her joy in some way.

“And we still have plenty more to show!” Lightning added in.

Spitfire nodded. “I’ll be looking forward to it! However, before I let you two go, I do have a few suggestions to make.”

“Ah, you want us to take it easy on the rest of the competition, ma’am?” Lightning Dust joked.

“No,” Spitfire replied sternly, killing the smirk on Lightning’s face. “While you are both excellent flyers, there are still some areas that you can improve in.”

“Like what? We’ve been flawless in basically everything!” Lightning argued.

Spitfire leaned back in her chair and stared at Lightning over her glasses. “You’re a fast flyer, but you don’t always pace yourself. I’ve noticed that you run out of energy before you’re near the end of an exercise. Wonderbolts need to be full of energy during an entire performance; work on your pacing and stamina.”

Lightning’s ego deflated some after hearing Spitfire’s comments. The only reason she pushed herself so hard was to not only impress her, but Rainbow Dash as well.

“And Rainbow Dash,” Spitfire continued, directing her attention towards the other pegasus, “you’re one of the fastest flyers I’ve ever seen, but you do lose your balance sometimes and you end up crashing into something.”

All the times she’d been called “Rainbow Crash” attacked Dash’s mind in an all-out blitzkrieg. It made her blood run cold.

Spitfire continued to speak, bringing Dash back from her uneasy memories. “It’s common sense that a Wonderbolt shouldn’t crash, spin out of control, or anything of the sort while flying. We’re the best of the best and need to be flawless at all times.”

“Yes, ma’am!” both Lightning Dust and Rainbow Dash shouted back with vigor.

The two wanted to be Wonderbolts more than anything, and as much as it hurt having their flaws pointed out by one of their idols, they knew Spitfire was only doing it to help them become better flyers so they could achieve their dream.

“Just one last thing before you two take off,” Spitfire began again, “I want to make a few comments about your teamwork.”

The training pegasi’s ears perked up, eager to hear what Spitfire was about to say.

“You two are quite the team! You blow away the rest of your competition with ease and definitely show some good chemistry,” Spitfire explained. Dash and Lightning shared a quick hoof-bump.

“And I’d like to put an emphasis on the chemistry,” Spitfire emphasized as she slid her sunglasses down a hair.

The pegasi blinked twice and turned to look at each other before blushing. Lightning shifted in her seat embarrassedly as Dash giggled quietly, her wings quickly twitching and legs kicking back and forth.

“After watching you guys for a bit, it’s quite clear that there’s something more going on between you two. I’ve been around the block enough to know you have feelings for each other,” Spitfire talked as if she were their mother.

Lightning Dust chuckled and looked away. pushing a few strands of her mane off her brow. Dash’s wings unfurled some, the tip of her left wing barely making contact with Lightning Dust’s thigh. The two wanted to say something to break the uncomfortable silence, but they just couldn’t think of anything.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” Spitfire spoke as she leaned forward a bit more, a faint smile shining on her face.

Once again, Dash and Lightning looked at each other, blushed and didn’t utter a single word. Then, they looked back at Spitfire and nodded. Both felt embarrassed, yet comfortable.

“Well,” Dash began, “we didn’t want to be open about it or anything, ma’am. That’s just kinda unprofessional during flight training and everything. Guess we were just protective over it.”

“I assumed so.” Spitfire reclined back into her chair and straightened her sunglasses on her face.

“We’re not in trouble or anything, are we ma’am? I mean, attraction isn’t really something we can control,” Dash asked worriedly, wanting to make sure her feelings wouldn’t interfere with her dream.

Spitfire shook her head with a smile. “Not at all, Dash! As you two have already proven, relationships within the Wonderbolts only make the team stronger. However, that’s only because you get to know each other’s bodies so well.”

Dash’s face went a deep red. Know each other’s bodies so well? Spitfire couldn’t mean what Dash was thinking, could she?

“Ever wonder why Soarin and I are such a good partnership? We fuck. A lot,” revealed Spitfire, her vulgar language causing the eyes of her students to go wide.

“Woah, woah, woah, are you saying that Lightning and I should…” Dash’s voice trailed off. She turned to look at Lightning who, surprisingly, didn’t seem to be as embarrassed as Dash would have thought.

“Lightning,” Dash asked her, “isn’t this, I dunno, uncomfortable for you?”

She shrugged. “I mean, if it makes us better flyers, what’s the harm in it? And I suppose I wouldn’t mind doing something like that with a pony like you.”

Spitfire chuckled at Lightning’s playful comment. “If there’s a lot of sexual tension between flying partners, it hinders their performance. You’re not thinking straight and lose focus. Plenty of newcomers to the Wonderbolts spent spells on the sidelines because they weren’t able to release all that built up stress and tension. Plus, if you can trust a pony in bed, you can trust them in the sky.”

Dash tapped her chin with her hoof. Spitfire did make a good point. A flying partnership should be one that’s full of trust and openness, and sex was a great way to achieve that. She also wouldn’t mind getting to explore Lightning’s sexy body. Ever since she first arrived at the academy, it attracted her; her powerful wings, brilliant mane, and cuddly butt. Dash surprised herself when she caught herself eyeing Lightning’s flank.

“If you really want to be a great flyer, knowing your partner is essential,” Spitfire said firmly.

Dash still felt conflicted. As appealing of an idea as it was, fucking her flying partner still felt odd to her. “I don’t know, it just… does it really help strengthen the relationship?”

Spitfire nodded. “I wouldn’t lie about something like this, Dash. Soarin and I were an awful team before we started fooling around. Our whole thing started one year during the Grand Galloping Gala. We both had a little too much to drink and I’m sure you can figure out how it ended. I’ve been fucking that hunk of a stallion ever since.”

“Besides,” Lightning Dust teased as she hopped off her chair, “I bet you’d love to get a taste of this sweet plot.” She slowly shook her shapely rear before Dash, hoping to excite her.

Dash’s wings unfurled fully as she watched Lightning’s inviting butt sway in front of her. Already she could feel herself getting excited in all the right spots.

“Looks like somepony’s got a pretty intense wingboner going on,” Spitfire laughed, pointing towards Dash’s erect wings. Dash’s face remained a deep red.

Sweat began to trickle down Dash’s forehead, damping her fur and mane. Her eyes remained on Lightning’s swinging plot, getting a view of her pussy when her tail would swish from side to side. In the corner of her eye, Dash could see Spitfire sitting at her desk, her eyebrow raised slightly.

“Well, are you going to oblige your partner?” she asked Dash.

With such a marvelous ass inches away from here, how could she not?

“I don’t think I can say no,” Dash chuckled as a smile began to grace her face.

Rainbow Dash took a few steps forward, lowering herself slightly to meet the eager butt in front of her at eye level. Lightning Dust’s tail touched her muzzle as it swayed in front of her. Dash took a deep breath, the scent of Lightning’s arousal swirling around in her nostrils. She was about to get a taste before an idea came to her.

“Lightning,” Dash said sweetly, “do you mind bending over a bit more?”

The pegasus adjusted her body to meet her friend’s request. With her forelegs bent at an angle, Lightning raised her posterior in the air just a few inches below Dash’s chin. Dash grinned and licked her lips as Lightning’s pussy winked inches in front of her face.

“Now, I want you to beg me to eat you out,” Dash instructed.

“What?” Lightning asked, looking over her shoulder with a puzzled look.

“I don’t think I stuttered. I want you to beg,” Dash commanded once more.

Lightning looked around awkwardly. “Um, please, Dash, uh, eat out my pussy?”

Rainbow shook her head in disappointment. She raised her hoof and swiftly brought it down on Lightning’s flank, giving it a nice, firm slap. Lightning’s eyes shot wide and she let out a startled yelp. Spitfire grinned as she witnessed Rainbow Dash take control of the situation and assert her dominance. It reminded her a lot of herself, in fact.

“I told you to beg, not ask.” Dash growled, giving her flank another quick slap. “Now, let’s try this again!”

Closing her eyes, Lightning lifted her head into the air, wiggled her plot, and let out a soft moan. “Oh, Dashie… please eat me out! I want it so badly!”

“That’s more like it,” Rainbow Dash whsipered before she leaned in closer to Lightning’s dripping marehood.

As Rainbow Dash began to run her tongue along Lightning’s most sensitive part, Spitfire remained seated at her desk, watching the two enjoy themselves through her tinted sunglasses. She could hear Dash’s tongue sliding against Lightning’s folds, making a an erotic slurping sound. Even though her own body was crying for attention, Spitfire had enough control over herself to ignore her urges. This wasn’t so much for her enjoyment as it was for the two young flyers in front of her.

Dash continued to taste Lightning Dust, her tongue slithering between the wet lips, sometimes protruding inside and causing Lightning to shiver with ecstasy. Lightning moaned repeatedly, filling the room with the sound of her pleasure. She had never asked Dash about her sex life, but if her oral abilities were any indication, she’d certainly gotten around. Dash would vocally express her delight with a high pitched moan as the taste of Lightning’s sex diffused across her taste buds.

Lightning’s body began to quiver, her back legs shaking as the pegasus started to lose her strength, or moreso, her composure.

She was already getting close to her orgasm, though Spitfire wanted the show to continue on for a bit longer.

“Rainbow Dash!” Spitfire said with volume. Rainbow Dash immediately pulled away from Lightning’s dripping pussy, faced her teacher, and stood in attention.

“Ma’am!” she replied as cunny honey dripped from the side of her mouth.

“I think you’ve done quite a number on your partner; nice work!”

“Thank you, ma’am!” Dash quickly looked at Lightning, sprawled out on the floor with her pussy still in the air.

“But I think she could use something better than your tongue in that pussy of hers. Tell her to hop up on the desk,” Spitfire said, her hoof tapping on the desk’s sturdy wood.

Dash nodded and then tapped Lightning on her flank. “You heard her. Get on the desk.”

Lightning Dust obeyed her order. With her recovered strength, she lifted herself off the ground and climbed up on the desk, making sure to not accidently kick or brush against Spitfire.

“Now, lie down on your stomach,” Spitfire commanded this time,Lightning doing exactly what she was told. “Rainbow Dash, why don’t you join Lightning up here?”

As Dash nodded and took her place on the desk with Lightning, Spitfire opened one of her desk drawers and dug around, her hoof going over several objects before finding the exact one she was looking for.

“Aha!” Spitfire laughed as she revealed the object she had been searching for. She dropped it from her hoof and let it land on the desk with a thud.

In between her and the couple was an exceptionally large, very authentic looking dildo. It was a dark shade of blue with a round set of balls at the one end. Across the length were a few veins that emphasized the hardness of the fake stallion’s cock. Next to the large phallic object was a contraption with several straps and a hole that seemed to fit the base of the dildo.

“I call him ‘Soarin’, mostly because it’s actually modeled after that hunk’s cock,” Spitfire said as she ran her hooves across the length of the dildo.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but why do you have a replica of Soarin’s dick?” Dash asked curiously.

“I already told you that we fuck. Sometimes I can’t wait for the real thing, so this puppy keeps me satisfied. Hell, this thing has given me better orgasms than most of the stallions I’ve slept with!”

“So, you probably want me to use that on Lightning Dust, right ma’am?”

Spitfire nodded. “I think that pony needs a cock like this, and I think you’d love to be the one to give it to her.”

Lightning Dust blushed deeply at Spitfire’s comment. She began to sweat nervously as she looked at the toy and pictured it inside of her. She couldn’t believe that she found a fake dick so intimidating!

Spitfire took hold of the dildo and the contraption next to it. She placed the cock into the device’s hole, twisting it some so it locked into place. After a few more tugs for safe measure, she handed the strap-on to Rainbow Dash, who took hold of it with much anticipation. Her eyes scanned the strap-on, then went wide as she came to a realization.

“Oh my gosh… this actually is Soarin’s dick. I mean, not the actual thing, but it’s so damn close! I’m basically holding Soarin’s cock!” Dash squealed as a large amount of her fantasies were somewhat fulfilled in those past five seconds.

When she was done expressing her delight, she donned the strap-on, adjusting the straps so they fit snug against her blue fur. Once they were the exact amount of tightness Dash was looking for, she set her sights on Lightning’s marehood.

“You’re lucky, Lightning. You get to be fucked by this awesome cock,” Dash reminded her friend as she approached her.

“Just stick it in, please Dashie, I really need it!” Lightning moaned and wiggled her butt, not wanting another second of emptiness to pass by.

A wicked smirk appeared on Dash’s face as she placed her hooves over Lightning’s cutie mark. She rubbed them slowly whilst poking at her entrance with the head of the strap-on. Lightning moaned underneath her touch, trying to push back onto the toy, but she was stopped by Dash’s grip.

“Not so fast, Lightning. Remember, you have to pace yourself,” Dash whispered into Lightning’s ear.

Dash rubbed Lightning’s mane with her hoof, then ran it across Lightning’s unfurled wings, circling around a few groups of feathers, and making the pegasus moan out in delight. Similar to Dash’s hooves, Lightning’s wings were overly sensitive. As she squirmed, Dash circled faster The more she squirmed, the faster Dash circled her hoof, making her squeak and cry out Dash’s name.

Rainbow would’ve continued with the wingplay, but she desperately wanted to give Lightning the fucking she had been waiting for. She gripped the strap-on and rubbed it against Lightning’s wet folds, poking at her entrance just a few more times before slowly sliding it inside. Lightning Dust gasped for air as the dildo spread her apart. She didn’t like to admit it, but she had only had a cock once before in her life. For some reason, Lightning never did have the best of luck with the stallions, but she always prefered a mare’s body anyway.

While Lightning moaned, Dash continued to push into her, the dildo getting coated by the juices on her inner walls. Rainbow Dash managed to get the dildo in all the way up to the medial ring. Satisfied, she began to retract it from Lightning’s spreading pussy.

“I didn’t think you’d be this tight, Lightning,” Dash grunted as the dildo popped out of the mare’s delicate region.

Lightning let out an embarrassed yet lusty groan. Not wanting to keep her waiting again, Dash thrust forward, with more intensity than, pushing her partner’s body forward. Lightning couldn’t hold back the yelp as the thick dildo spread her open.

Dash began to hump into Lightning at a moderate rhythm, her body slapping up against Lightning’s as it made contact. All the while, Spitfire just sat back in her chair, watching the two pegasi release all their urges in front of her. The Wonderbolt captain could feel her own juices trickle down her leg and onto the floor below, but continued to keep her composure. She didn’t want Dash and Lightning to think she had a weakness if she started rubbing herself right then and there.

Sweat flung off of Dash’s body and onto the desk’s surface as she pounded away at Lightning’s pussy, increasing in pace with every passing second. Using one hoof to hold onto Lightning’s flank, Dash used the other to delicately caress the submissive pony’s wings. Between the thrusting and caressing, Lightning felt like she was about to completely fall apart. Her tail began to violently swish around in the air, her heartbeat picking up as Dash continued to fuck her. Her body twitched and spasmed whenever she felt the fake cock push into her, spreading her walls and testing her limits. If this was what getting fucked by Soarin was like, then Lightning could definitely see why Spitfire went and got a dildo modeled after him!

Spitfire breathed in the scent of the pegasi’s arousal, relishing in its strength. She could tell just by the smell how excited they were, how much they wanted each other, and it was fascinating to her.

“Look at how naughty the two of you are; fucking on your superior’s desk, not caring if anypony were to walk in at this exact second. Imagine how they would react knowing a couple of Wonderbolts were fucking each other like this!” Spitfire panted to the couple, though they probably didn’t notice amidst their activity.

“You love getting fucked by this cock, I can just tell,” Dash said in between her groans.

“It feels so good, Dashie! I want you to fuck me harder!” Lightning moaned out, clenching her eyes shut as Dash began to thrust harder and harder.

“Come on, Lightning, take in that cock! Show me what you’ve got! Show me how much you want to be fucked by Dash,” Spitfire cheered enthusiastically, leaning forward enough to raise herself off of her chair. As she watched the two go at it with a wicked grin, her juices continued to drip from in between her legs and onto the puddle below.

Lightning could start to feel her orgasm approach her. At the rate Dash was going, she was looking at what could be one of the best she’s ever had. Dash was slamming away at her pussy, pushing her head down and standing up on her hind legs to reach as deep as she possibly could. Rainbow Dash made a series of rapid thrusts, almost as if it were the encore to her performance. One after the other, the thrusts of the dildo rammed relentlessly into Lightning’s pussy until they made her break.

“Rainbow Dash!” Lightning Dust screamed as she lifted her head into the air.

Her legs shook greatly and shivers ran all through her body. Her pussy clenched around the thick dildo that was still thrusting in and out of her. Juices spilled from her marehood, audibly splattering against the desk that supported her. Spitfire delightedly clopped her hooves together in admiration. Lightning let out a loud sigh and fully collapsed onto the desk amidst the collection of her and Dash’s cunny honey and sweat. Behind her, Dash was still thrusting way, but was beginning to bring herself to a halt.

“Whew!” Dash remarked. “That was pretty fucking fantastic!”

“I’ll say. You really went all out on her, Dash!” Spitfire complimented.

“Thank you, ma’am! I wouldn’t have let you down!” Dash replied as she began to remove the strap-on.

“And how do you feel Lightning Dust? I can only suspect that it’s one hell of a feeling!” Spitfire smirked as she watched her pant heavily in afterglow.

“That was crazy awesome though. I totally dominated that pussy!” Dash cheered as she hopped off the desk and began to hop in place happily.

Lightning Dust rose up from off the surface off the desk and shook her head. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna have trouble walking for a few days. Thanks a lot,” Lightning said to Dash, making her laugh with pride.

While Dash continued with her laughter, Lightning Dust approached her from behind. In a pose similar to the one that Dash was in before her oral work began, she took in a whiff of Dash’s arousal.

“It’s not really fair that I’m the only one that gets to cum, is it?” teased Lightning. Rainbow Dash turned her head around quickly enough to watch Lightning get her first taste of her marehood.

“Taking initiative; I like it!” Spitfire cheered Lightning on, still abstaining from stimulating herself.

Rainbow Dash let out a soft moan, her eyes going half-lidded while Lightning slurped away behind her. No matter who it was, Dash loved to have a pony’s mouth in between her folds, feeling their tongue push inside of her. She could tell Lightning wasn’t as experienced as herself, but she was no pushover.

“Oh, that feels really good,” Dash slurred as her legs began to give way.

Slowly, she lowered herself to the ground until she was lying on her stomach with her butt pointing up into the air. Lightning followed her movements all the way, not pulling her mouth away once. She let her tongue slide out of her mouth, a bit of drool spilling out onto the ground.

Lightning’s hooves gripped harder on Dash’s flanks while her tongue played with Dash’s pussy. She was trying her best to replicate what Dash had done to her earlier and hoped to be even better. Positioning her mouth over Dash’s clit, she began to suck and flick her tongue across it. Dash began to whimper and croon Lightning Dust’s name.

“Lightning, fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!”

Lightning didn’t bother replying to her libidinous friend. She continued on with pleasing her with her tongue, now pushing it inside of her and wiggling it around. Dash’s body began to shake and tremble, her wings shooting out as she banged on the floor with a forehoof in pleasure.

Dash’s back legs kicked around by Lightning’s hooves. Casually glancing down at them, she got an exciting idea. She pulled her mouth away from Dash’s pussy and, before the cyan pony could interject, leaned down, picked up her back leg, and gradually drew her tongue across its surface.

“Holy Celestia!” Dash screamed, spit flying out of her mouth and onto the floor.

“I remember you telling me how your hooves are sensitive, so I bet this is feeling pretty good right now,” Lightning said, immediately going back to licking at Dash’s sensitive spot.

“Sensitive hooves, eh? Good thinking, Lightning Dust. Using a weakness to your advantage; very nice work!” Spitfire complemented once more, her eyes loving the image of Dash twisting along the ground.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Dash subconsciously uttered a slew of words that she couldn’t even recognize through all the pleasure. Her legs squirmed and kicked around as they were tickled by Lightning’s wet tongue. It was just too good, so good, in fact, that she was going to cum any second.

“Lightning, I’m gonna cum!” Dash screamed, loud enough that it could be heard in the hallway.

Not wanting to miss her friend’s orgasm, she brought up a hoof to rub at Dash’s clit. Her fast, circular motions did the trick. With a crack of her voice, Dash’s marehood convulsed and twitched. An extravagant amount of her juices squirted forth from her pussy, jetting out onto Lightning’s mane, muzzle, and the floor below. Dash’s marecum fell from the tip of Lightning’s mane, landing on her forehead and the tip of her nose. A bit of it found its way onto Lightning’s tongue, making her savour its taste.

Spitfire’s eyes went wide in amazement. “Wow… that was, uh, that was one hell of a squirt there, Dash!” Her mind took a mental photo and stocked it away for future use.

Dash panted heavily as she tried to regain her strength. Lightning collected some of Dash’s juices on her hoof and lapped them up with her tongue; it was sweeter than anything she’s tasted before. She’d only just gotten a taste and she was already hungry for more.

“Well, that was certainly an entertaining show,” Spitfire commented with a laugh.

“We’d hate to disappoint, ma’am,” Lightning replied with her cocky smile. “Isn’t that right, Rainbow Dash?”

Still panting, Rainbow Dash started to raise herself off the ground and regain her balance. She took a deep breath and let it out, hoping not to tumble over because of her weakening orgasm.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, only the best!” she said with growing vigor.

“Like I said, that was something else to watch. I think it goes without saying that you both know each other’s bodies better now!” Spitfire said.

The two nodded in confirmation.

“If you two are finished,” Spitfire began, “I think it’s time you got out of my office and back on the track. You’re still members of the academy, don’t forget that!”

“Yes ma’am!” they answered back in unison.

With a hoofbump, Rainbow Dash and Lightning Dust left Spitfire’s office and trotted on down the hallway, going straight back to their competitive banter.

Once the two were gone, Spitfire got up, walked towards the door, and locked it shut. Approaching her desk, she took a quick glance out the blinds to check on the pegasi outside. She then lifted herself onto the table and dismantled the strap-on so it was just the dildo. Positioning it so it was standing upright, Spitfire licked her lips while her nether regions dripped onto the dark blue silicone head that was still wet from before.

“Oh, Soarin,” she moaned lustfully, like a mare who was deep in heat. “I can’t wait to have your cock fill me up again!”