Sunny Cerulean Skies

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“Oh, Celestia, Soarin?!”

“Eh? Oh, hey! Rainbow Dash!” the pegasus waved to her cheerily, clearly relaxed. He reclined in the long, plush sofa that hugged the wall and wrapped snugly into the corner, stretching far along the next wall. High hanging lights cast a warm glow over the large room, and the clink of glass as ponies chatted amicably at a bar filled the air and gave the place what might have been a cozy, homely feel were it not for the numerous and extremely raunchy glossed posters lining the walls. A small band in the far corner played a slow, quiet jazz that further produced ambience of a soothing nature.

Rainbow Dash nearly turned on the spot, but the Wonderbolt continued to wave at her until she finally succumbed, and dragged herself in humiliation toward him.

“Hey, Rainbow Dash!” Soarin patted the seat beside him, drink in his other hoof. “Never thought I’d see you here. Funny meeting up here of all places, eh?”

“Oh, uh. Heh, yeah,” Dash sidled onto the extensive sofa apprehensively, ears flat back against her head. “Funny. Real funny.”

“First time?” he cocked an eyebrow, and Dash swallowed hard in reply. He chortled good naturedly, and shook his head a little. “Ah, you’ll be fine. Most folks get nervous the first couple of times, but I guess that’s what the waiting room’s for.”

“Folks,” she chatted in what she hoped was a conversational tone, looking around the slowly filling room as one by one other stallions and the very occasional mare slipped in through the unexpectedly well hidden entrance. There were a few more mares loitering around carrying trays and other items that Dash couldn’t quite see, and the longer she watched them the more she realized that more than one of them seemed to be nearly limping. “Is it just me, or are you slipping a little bit of a twang in there?”

Soarin shrugged with a somewhat sheepish grin.

“Yeah, that happens when I get a lil’ schmoozed. Like I said, you’re s’posed to relax in here,” he chuckled. “You want a drink, too?”

“Uh, no, no. I’m-I’m good,” Dash cleared her throat, feeling oddly sweaty beside him as she spotted a couple of stallions that she recognized but couldn’t quite place names to. “I’m not even thirsty, really.”

“Thirsty,” Soarin snorted. “Pfft. C’mon, what’s the point of all of it if you can’t chill out once in a while and have a little fun?”

Rainbow Dash started to argue, but bit her tongue in thought.

“I-I guess…” she started, uncertain. “I didn’t bring any bits with me, though.”

Again Soarin snorted, this time louder than before.

He clapped his hooves together, alerting one of the scantily clad mares tottering around the room in what Dash finally recognized as latex outfits, each one with a rabbit’s tail stuck to the end.

“Okay,” Soarin ran a hoof through his mane casually. “First things you gotta know for newbies is that they aren’t gonna charge ya for a couple of drinks in the waiting room.”

“Oh – ‘kay?” Dash stared at the heavily blushing tan mare holding the tray shakily before Soarin, lined with frothing mugs. He took one without even looking, passing it to the pegasus beside him. It took Rainbow Dash a moment to realize just why the mare was trembling, and it wasn’t until she turned around to scamper away to another clapping stallion that she spotted something wet and glinting sticking out of her.

Soarin must have heard the shaky breath of unease escaping from the pegasus, because he patted her on the back roughly with another hearty chuckle.

“Drink up already,” he beamed at her. “We’ll be in room one twenty before you even know it, ‘s totally understandable to get the jitters.”

“You, um… do you come here… often?” Rainbow Dash asked weakly, taking a meager sip of the pleasantly strong cider. “Like-like with the other Wonderbolts?”

“Yeah, usually,” Soarin shrugged again. “Probably the best use of my bits in my life, for sure. I’m positive you’re gonna love it, especially if you wanted into the exclusive area.”

“Well, to tell you the truth,” Dash finally started opening up a little, gripping her mug and taking another few sips as she tried to force herself to relax. “Really, I’m kind of new to, uh… all of this.”

“Oh, wow. All of it? As in, everything? Really?” his eyebrows rose a little, and he gave a friendly nod to another entering stallion that Rainbow Dash forcefully looked away from. Applejack’s brother might not have been a talkative one, but that was a conversation that she really didn’t want to have in a place like this. “How so? Paid for the premium?”

“No, I-I kind of got in with a password…”

Soarin’s eyebrows nearly left his face from the surprise, and a wide grin spread slowly.

“Oh, dude, no way!” he focused on her a little more as the bustle of the room began to grow, and Rainbow Dash realized that she had reached nearly half her mug from her constant sipping to avoid eye contact with anypony else. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.” Dash nodded carefully. “Why, is that important?”

“Pfft,” the pegasus rolled his eyes, switching his drink in his hooves when he realized that it was empty. “Nah. I mean, kind of. Most everypony that comes through here either has some serious ching ching or sweet connections. Guess that explains a little bit!” he laughed again.

“Ha ha, yeah.” Rainbow Dash finished off her drink, failing to find the same level of humor that he was. Although Soarin had been correct about a couple of things, she really was starting to feel a little more relaxed. “So, what-what exactly is this place?”

“Eh? Oh, this-” he gestured around himself leisurely “-is all part of an exclusive club; well, I say exclusive, but there’s a heck of a lot of guys I know that come here.”

Soarin laughed again, and wiped his eye.

“Is it always this busy?” Dash mumbled aloud, more to herself than anything.

“Nah,” Soarin consoled her. “Usually gets busier during heat seasons, for obvious reasons. They usually do a really great job of catering.”

“What’s with all the cloak and dagger, though?” she mused, watching as a brown earth pony juggled bottles for his friends not too far away.

“Come on. Come on, Rainbow Dash,” Soarin snickered, leaning back into the couch and kicking out his legs. “Would you really want everypony knowing what dirty things you were up to all the time? ‘Course not,” he continued before she could answer. “There’s a vow of silence that all initiates undergo, it’s for a reason.”

“I think I must have skipped that part,” Rainbow Dash shifted uncomfortably, her wings tightening against her back.

Soarin snorted as a few more stallions reclined on the long sofa, catcalling at some of the waitresses.

“Damn. Wish I was lucky as you, I’ve heard it can get pretty grueling if you’re not expecting it. What kind of password was that good?”

“Oh. Uh, I just told ‘em that I was supposed to pick up a necklace,” Dash uttered automatically. “Pearl necklace, my friend sent me.”

“Oh. Ohh.”

From the unexpectedly disturbing smirk that Soarin was giving her, Rainbow Dash decided that she wasn’t quite as comfortable as she had been just a little bit ago.

“Hey, why didn’t you say so before?” he grinned toothily. “Dude, this is gonna be sweet.”

“Eeyup.”

Rainbow Dash dropped her mug with a clatter, not even having the time to grab it before one of the harried mares in costumes swept inward for it and snatched the empty one away, replacing it with a full one. The frothing mug was placed before Rainbow Dash, who snagged it before clearing her throat once more. She tried desperately not to look at either of the stallions that she sat between, still struggling to make herself relax.

“H-hey there, er… Big Macintosh,” Dash brushed a stray strand of vibrant mane from her face, the stallion’s eyes on her nearly scorching her hairs.

“Howdy.”

“Hey,” Soarin leaned over slightly, his musk struggling with Dash’s nostrils as she puzzlingly began to sweat again. “Hey, Macky. Hey. Hey, Big-Big Mac.”

“Eeyup.”

“Hey!” Soarin lurched backward, rubbing his hooves together gleefully. “Dude, you know Rainbow?”

Big Macintosh merely blinked, and Dash couldn’t quite tell if the expression he gave was one of annoyance or bemusement. She had difficulty reading any expression on the sturdy red stallion. Partially because her eyes weren’t really drawn to his face.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Mac. Mac, Rainbow here,” he sidled his hoof over her shoulder. “Rainbow here, she’s today’s guest of honor.”

“Uh huh,” the heft stallion muttered gutturally.

“Ah, fuck ‘im,” Soarin cackled, patting Dash on the back again a few times. “No enthusiasm in this one, I’m tellin’ you, Dash. Mac needs to loosen up, too – hey, hey!” he waved to one of the mares. “Hey, c-c’mere, loosen up on my buddy here.”

The dark coated mare with a bobbing red mane sauntered over breathlessly, bright smile on her face as she bowed deeply before Soarin.

“You rang, sir?”

“Hey,” Soarin cocked an eyebrow and spoke in a stage whisper behind his hoof. “Hey, listen; my pal here needs to relax. Start fucking.”

She blushed lightly, curtseying in front of Macintosh before promptly sticking her face between his open legs, licking eagerly. Rainbow Dash watched in perverse amazement, not even realizing that her jaw was hanging open. She felt the heat rise in her own face as the mare’s head bobbed up and down over Big Mac’s steadily rising member. Dash noted that, like all the other servants, she wore a tightfitting deep purple collar around her neck.

“Uh, actually,” Soarin snickered, and Dash nervously looked away. “I was talking about Rainbow Dash.”

The mare pulled away with a wet plop! and gaped at him in horror, eyes flashing back and forth between him and Big Mac.

“Oh, sir! I-I am so sorry!”

“No, no!” Dash held up her hooves with a feeble chuckle. “It’s-it’s totally fine, I’m good.”

“Are you certain, madam?” she stared at her with wide eyes, lips trembling. “I would be more than happy to accommodate both you and the good sir, whatever you might desire.”

“I’m sure,” Rainbow Dash tried not to blush, and nearly jumped when Soarin patted her back again.

“Dude, you are jumpy. C’mon, I’ll show you ‘round and introduce ya to some of the regulars here, get you to loosen up a bit.”

He sidled off the sofa, leaving his drink and Rainbow Dash mimicked him. He trotted with a bit of a slant over to a few chatting stallions at the bar, tended by yet another scantily clad mare with a chipper disposition. Quickly hopping onto one of the barstools, the Wonderbolt smacked the one beside him and whistled for a couple of drinks.

“Hey, fellas!” Soarin grinned to the trio of unicorns, who greeted him friendlily in turn. “Hey, hey. Guess who’s got a special mare’s reservation today?”

“Your mom AGAIN?” the brown one with a black mane answered seriously, and his companions nickered.

“Ha ha ha,” the pegasus deadpanned, and Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but grin at his reaction. “Shut the fuck up, Hay Wick.”

“Oh, hey!” another of the unicorns on the far end of the trio widened his eyes a little, his cobalt face peering at her from behind the others. “You’re Rainbow Dash, right?”

“The one and only,” she straightened up a little, already feeling a little more at home as she was wordlessly served a frothing mug of what smelled like fresh pumpkin cider. “How’s it hanging?”

“Alright,” he shrugged, and grinned at her. “Coolio, never thought I’d see a mare like you down here.”

“See?” Soarin bumped her shoulder friendlily, taking another hearty swig. “What’d I tell ya? I said the exact same thing, dude.”

Rainbow Dash ever so slowly found that she really was able to relax around the others the more they chatted, and the more that she learned about the literal underground conglomeration of socialites. It was a place of refuge for those with tastes that didn’t quite match everypony else’s, where one could go to find others like themselves.

A place where the servants never questioned and always obeyed.

By the time Rainbow Dash was halfway through her third mug, she was thoroughly drunk and nearly giddy. Perhaps it all wouldn’t be quite as socially awkward as she thought it would be.

“Showtime, gents,” Soarin tapped the countertop twice, although Rainbow Dash couldn’t spot a clock anywhere. It was difficult to tell time without the sun giving its position, and she never wore a watch.

They all in turn gazed toward Rainbow Dash, who only stared back at them and fidgeted uncomfortably.

“… What?” she asked eventually, and Soarin rubbed the back of his own head.

“Ahh, shit. Yeah, that’s right,” he sniggered. “Dash’s never been here ‘fore. Treble, how ‘bout you go round up a few of the freshest studs you can find for the pretty lady, and we’ll show her to one of the rooms, eh?”

The cobalt unicorn nodded and tottered off, animatedly chatting with a few more stallions as Dash wandered after Soarin and the unicorns.

“So-” Rainbow Dash hiccupped, shaking her head a few times. She hadn’t meant to drink quite so much in one sitting, but it definitely helped her nerves. “So, uh, where exactly are we going?”

The pegasus led her down one of the expansive hallways with more of the steel doors set into the sides, grinning wildly.

“Anywhere you want to, really,” he rolled his shoulders. “Though since I guess you started off with a bukakke, we should try room eighty-four. It’s usually empty for small groups,” Soarin explained.

“How about sixty-nine?” the brown unicorn offered, but Soarin shook his head.

“Nah, I don’t think she could handle it yet.”

“What?” Rainbow Dash furrowed her brows, slightly infuriated that anypony dared question her capacity. “What are you talking about? I can handle anything.”

Soarin sneered, clearly trying not to laugh.

“Uh, Miss Rainbow Dash?” the other white unicorn raised an eyebrow. “I think I’m siding with the professional athlete on this one, sixty-nine is kind of a shocker to newbies.”

“Now I totally wanna show her just to freak her out,” the pegasus sniggered again, turning a sharp corner and pointing toward the door with the painted ‘84’ in the center. “Seriously, she’d lose her shit.”

“Why?” Rainbow Dash pried curiously. “What is it about that room in particular?”

“Most rooms after fifty are used for certain kinks,” Hay Wick, the brown unicorn clarified. “And room sixty-nine is almost always reserved for, uh… really extreme guys.”

“And it’s still only half as good as one twenty,” Soarin budged the door open, a dim light automatically flickering on the moment he did so.

Rainbow Dash hadn’t even realized when they finally arrived, and Soarin made sure to stretch his wings comfortably as a few more stallions that she didn’t recognize followed them in shortly afterwards. The room was comfortably large, and seemed to be decorated with an assortment of random items. Musical equipment, kitchen based items, a row of folding chairs lined neatly near the door, and even a cold, empty fireplace set into one wall.

“Prop room,” Soarin explained, pulling one of the chairs out and passing it to the staring pegasus. “One of ‘em, I mean. Good for photography nuts.”

“Hey!” one of the stallions chuckled as the door was quietly closed behind the last one. “Taking pictures is awesome, they last for-”

“Yeah, yeah,” another interrupted him, and the bustle slowly died down as Soarin waved for their attention.

“Alright! Okay,” he cleared his throat, miming for Dash to unfold the chair and take a seat, which she did so with anticipation. “Right, everypony in here that’s gonna be here? Good,” Soarin continued without pausing. “Alright, so here’s what’s gonna happen. Wait, shit. Dash, you ever done a bukakke before?”

Every head in the room instantly turned to the blushing pegasus, and she folded her legs together and tried not to bow her head.

“No, actually,” she spoke loudly, albeit a bit more than she meant to. “I’ve never actually had a-a bukakke.”

“That’s right!” Soarin clapped his hooves together. “Right, so she’s kind of a newbie, like most everypony else at one point. Y’know how it goes for the special lady, no ‘specially bad language, no roughhousing –”

“Hang on, hang on!” Rainbow Dash stamped her hoof against the floor heatedly, glaring at him. “What, you think just because I’m a mare I don’t like getting rough?”

A round of quiet laughter went around half the group of maybe eleven or twelve, and Dash shifted awkwardly but held her ground.

Soarin only shrugged, and said “Just trying to cover bases, y’know. Nothing against you personally, Rainbow Dash, it’s just that most first timers wanna, y’know. Ease into everything.”

“Screw that!” she tossed back her head proudly. “Come on, Wonderbolt. Let’s see how quick mister ‘professional athlete’ blows his load, huh?”

“My bet is ten seconds, flat.”

“Shut the fuck up, Wick.”

Rainbow Dash tittered, beckoning forward a few of the stallions that were already stroking themselves in preparation. The powerful musk of ready stallions tickled her nose as throbbing flesh met her lips, and she impatiently licked each one she was presented with.

“Ho ho, awfully eager, ain’t she?” one of the stallions huffed, taking a place on her left with his erect member standing at attention.

“You want to pace yourself?” Soarin grinned as her tongue slithered up and down his shaft, her hooves taking another stallionhood as another shorter and speckled one entered her field of vision. The lusty, sweaty scent of the pegasus’s shaft as it protruded from his sheath sent a shiver down her spine.

“Hey, don’t make anypony feel left out,” a red unicorn with a spiky black mane jabbed his member at her, which she greedily took into her mouth as well. Rainbow Dash licked the underside of his head, slurping down noisily on one before resuming her suckling of another. Soarin cupped her head in his hooves, releasing a moan of pleasure as he swelled powerfully inside her mouth.

Dash pulled away for a breath, wiping away a sliver of drool from her grinning face with the crook of her elbow.

“What’s the matter, Soarin?” Rainbow Dash snickered at his heavy panting as another stallion presented himself to her readily. “Need a minute?”

“Eat me,” he grinned, slapping his throbbing rod against the bulge in her cheek as she wrapped her lips around yet another hot meat stick. “Can’t help it if I’m not exactly a fuck machine, ya know.”

“Unlike his mother.”

“Celestia fucking dammit, Hay Wick.”

A new fresh and bobbing member bounced cheerfully to her side, and Rainbow Dash took a moment to slaver over the tip before welcoming it into her wet orifice. The stallion groaned as he fought to keep himself in check, her strong sucking only accentuated by the moistness.

“Damn, gonna take it all the way to the root?” he patted her head lightly, and shook pleasurably when she did just that. Rainbow Dash held it in the back of her throat for as long as she could, her gag reflex kicking in powerfully enough to bring stinging tears to her eyes before she pulled away, gasping.

“I can’t stay on the leash much longer,” one of them pulled from her hoof quickly, covering his milky tip.

“Try to hang on to it,” Soarin muttered to him distractedly.

“I don’t mind, really.” Dash attempted to speak, although her words were definitely muffled by the amount of cock holding her tongue down.

“Here – here it comes…!” his thrusting rubs over his shaft came faster and faster, until he shot a hot line of jizz right on Rainbow Dash’s left cheek. She paused for a moment to use the tip of her hoof to slip a little bit off and lick it sensually, winking at him as she did so.

“Anypony got any more for me?” she asked, her cheeks burning as she used her free hoof to rub her button. The tingling rising up through her belly almost made her want to giggle, and another stallion stepped in. “Come on, empty those dicks for me.”

“Let’s see how your teeth look, shall we? Say ‘ahh’.” the stallion smirked, poking her in the lips with his stiff rod. He slid into her mouth, the salty taste of his warm load already beginning to dribble onto her tongue. “Ooh. Good oral hygiene.”

Within moments his heavy sperm was pumping right into the back of her throat, and she tried not to gag again.

“Ahh! Don’t – don’t swallow,” he puffed wheezily, ever so slowly removing himself from her mouth. “Spit.”

Rainbow Dash obeyed, allowing the hot load to drip from her lips and over his still throbbing cock, sperm drizzling over the head and all the way down to the base.

“Aw, shit, what’d ya tell her that for?” another stallion chortled, taking his place as more stallions grew readier for the finale. “Save it for the dental chair, dude.”

“I’m gonna blow, too…!” a blue unicorn panted heavily, stroking himself more quickly as he rubbed himself against her tongue.

Dash pulled away, grin growing.

“Come on,” she rubbed a hoof over her opposite cheek. “Come on, cum right here. Shoot it on me.”

She hadn’t even finished speaking when the stallion began doing just that, letting out a satisfied little grunt as he released himself on her face and dribbled a little more on her muzzle.

“You have a really pretty mane,” one of the earth pony stallions complimented her quietly, wrapping the short but strong strands around the head of his member. “Mind if blow my load up here?”

“Give it to me!” Rainbow Dash purred, hot semen already beginning to glide over her eyebrow as he slowly tipped over the edge. “Come on, already. I said shoot it on me, didn’t I?”

Another scalding line of hot stallion milk unexpectedly fired right onto her face, sliding down her chin.

“Whoo, damn that was good.”

“Here comes another one,” Soarin plopped his wet tip onto her lips a couple of times, and Rainbow Dash closed her eyes with a little shiver as his seed sprinkled her. Another and another was laid over her like a liquid quilt, and Rainbow Dash was panting by the time the last one had wrung his stallionhood dry over her eagerly open mouth. She licked her hooves again, her face too sticky to do any more winking without getting it in her eyes.

“Thanks, everypony,” Rainbow Dash beamed at the round of them as they finished up, and Soarin handed her a small towel to dab the cooling ejaculations from her face. “Really, guys. It’s been a blast.”

“Right on,” one of them hoofbumped her, and the chatter picked up again as the group began cleaning themselves off or chatting amongst themselves as they filed out of the steel door.

“That was hot. You sure you haven’t done this before?” Soarin remained behind with her, smirking. “And you missed a spot.”

“Well, gee. Thanks, Soarin,” Dash nickered, wiping a little harder at her face. “Aww. This is going to take all day to get out, I didn’t think of that…”

“It’s cool, dude,” the pegasus patted her back a time or two, noting how wet the chair beneath her had grown as they exited, the last to leave. “There’s washing rooms. I think one of ‘em on this hall has a few, but you could totally get one of the servants to just lick it off. That’d be seriously hot too, you know,” he hinted with an even wider grin.

“You pervert!” Dash giggled as they slowly walked, pushing him a little.

“Who, me?” he feigned shock as another of the doors ahead of them gradually pushed outward. “This coming from the mare who just had, like, eleven dudes face fuck you.”

Rainbow Dash actually did blush again, but her smile remained. She was feeling good.

Much to her surprise, a mare that she recognized trotted past them from the recently opened room, a colt and filly following her closely. Both unexpectedly young ponies wore purple collars similar to the ones that she had seen earlier, and Dash was a little stunned to take in the information.

“Z-Zecora?” Rainbow Dash blinked at the satisfied and slightly damp looking zebra, who leaned comfortably against the wall.

“Why, what is this? Do you deceive my eyes? Friend Rainbow Dash, what a pleasant surprise!” the bangled zebra glowed, smile widening.

“I keep hearing that,” the pegasus responded absentmindedly, finding herself feeling unpredictably ill upon looking at the filly and colt. The little light olive drab colored pegasus with the violet mane blinked at her, as did the staring and slightly shaking blue colt. The colt’s glare was one of mixed agitation and glum indifference, but the filly just looked… blank. “I think I’m starting to get a little less surprised every time I see somepony I recognize.”

“Here for the stallions?” Zecora eyed Soarin with a gleam in her eyes. “If that’s what you like. As for myself, I prefer the tykes.”

“Can I pull a hammer out of his ass again?” the filly bounced up and down excitedly, prompting a dirty look from the colt.

“Shut the fuck up, you psychotic retard.”

“Come now, little one!” the zebra patted him on the head with a chortle. “Let’s not curse. Tell her you love it, like rehearsed.”

The colt let out a quiet sigh through his nostrils, readjusting his collar.

“I am so glad I am your mate. Massaging my prostate feels oh so great,” he recited expressionlessly.

“That rhymed, that rhymed!” the filly bounced again, flapping her wings eagerly.

“Come along, young ones, quiet your fussing,” Zecora meandered off as the pair was pushed on ahead of her. “Your Mistress Zecora’s in the mood for oil rutting.”

Rainbow Dash stared after them long after they had turned another corner, and Soarin waved a hoof in front of her face to catch her attention.

“Yo, Equestria to Rainbow Dash. Y’still in there?” he asked, and Dash shook her head as they continued back in the direction of the large relaxation room.

“Those – those were just foals,” she breathed, not feeling quite so good anymore. “Soarin, what the fuck was – just, damn. What’s up with those collars, anyway?” Dash pried, resisting the urge to wipe her face again.

“Eh? Oh, all of the servants are color coded,” he explained as they trotted a little more evenly, side by side. “Purple just means that they’re for public use. Yellow means privately owned, so try not to rough up anypony wearing one of those.”

Dash felt a bit ill just thinking of the colt and filly, and couldn’t get the image out of her head.

“Dude, just – no, that’s-that’s not even right,” she breathed heavily, wings clamping tightly against her sides.

“Them’s the breaks,” Soarin shrugged, clearly unbothered. “Everypony’s got a place, you know? Kinks for everything, every time of the day.”

“I-I guess…” Rainbow Dash mumbled uneasily, but walked along with him nonetheless.

“Damn, I need a smoke after that,” he stretched, the relaxation room back in sight and the bustle of milling socialites filling the air once more. “You want one?”

“I think I’m just going to have a few-few more drinks,” she cleared her throat, and he nodded as they sauntered back toward the bar. The room was thoroughly unchanged, as if the entire experience had never even occurred.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

“Foals,” Rainbow Dash pushed her hooves against the countertop, eyes not leaving Soarin as he clambered onto the plush stool beside her. “How is anypony even able to get away with something like that?”

“I keep forgetting you’re new,” he grinned. “Dude, you can do anything you want down here.”

She started to reply, but he spoke before she could just as frothing mugs were passed their way.

“Anything, Rainbow Dash. Especially if you’re one of the Founder’s Favorites, those guys get waited on like royalty.”

The phrase caught her attention as well as her imagination, and a few of her dirtier thoughts unwillingly rose to the surface.

“… Anything?” she asked in a quiet voice, sure to look over her shoulder first. “Like… anything, anything?”

“Yeah, dude!” Soarin smacked his lips after a strong drink, blinking a few times. “Bleh, I hate raspberry. Hey, can I get some more of that cherry-spice shit?” he called to the bartender, who instantly pulled his drink away. “You know, the imported stuff.”

“Like… like what kind of things?” Dash gained his attention once again, and he nodded drunkenly.

“Seriously, Rainbow-Rainbow Dash,” he fought to speak, blinking hard again and giving himself a little shake when he realized that he had begun to slur. “Seriously, anything. Anything you can think of, it’s here in one of the rooms. You want it, you name it and it’s yours. It’s that easy.”

“Anything. Anything,” she repeated slowly, the gears turning. “… Anything. And it’s all-all numbered?”

“For easy access, yeah,” Soarin nodded.

“Kind-kind of like with the color coding,” Rainbow Dash watched a particularly clumsy mare struggling not to drop a tray of glasses.

“Yeah, kind of, I guess.”

“You know…” Rainbow Dash rubbed her chin, lips turning upward as a few more thoughts occurred to her, revolving around her mind like flies. “I wonder what other kinds of pandering I could get for having passwords…”

Instead of answering her, Dash found that Soarin was leaning in the other direction and away from her, hoof propped up on the counter to cover one of his eyes so that he couldn’t see her.

“Code purple,” he breathed.

“What’s code purple?” Rainbow Dash leaned toward him excitedly, almost falling off her stool. “Is that some other kind of secret password? What kinds of kinks and service can I get with that? Is it –”

“You fucking whore.”

Dash nearly leapt out of her skin at the sound of Twilight Sparkle’s voice, and she spun drunkenly on the spot to face her in surprise.

“O-oh!” she blinked, swaying. “Uh, hey, Twilight! Soarin, this is Twilight, she’s-”

“You have something on your face,” the lilac princess informed her quietly, not displaying a single hint of emotion. Rainbow Dash rubbed her cheeks in embarrassment, sheepish grin enlarging.

“So-”

“No.” Twilight didn’t move an inch, and Dash grew a little more uneasy as she realized that nearly everypony in the entire room had slowly gathered around them and boxed them in. “No, you don’t even get to talk. Do you have any idea of just how furious I am with you right now?” she asked quietly, her voice unwavering or even rising above barely a whisper. Everypony heard her clearly, though, from how silent they had all grown.

“Twi-”

“I didn’t think,” she fumed, beginning to pace back and forth before her as Soarin ever so slowly tried in vain to slip away without being seen. “I didn’t think that you would be such a fucking whore that you would just rush right in here.”

“Look-” Dash tried again, only to be cut off.

“Shut your filthy mouth, peasant.” Twilight seethed. “I thought – I hoped that maybe I had been wrong about you, that maybe you weren’t just as low as the rest and that maybe, maybe I should give you a fresh chance to prove you weren’t the worthless fuck that you are.”

“I don’t know what you’re so mad about!” Dash threw up her hooves, accidentally spilling her drink. Nopony made to clean it up, though. It only seeped over the countertop and onto the pristine floor.

“That,” she stopped pacing for a moment to level an empty stare at her, “That only makes it even worse.”

“I don’t –”

“Did you forget something today, Rainbow Dash?” Twilight tapped a hoof against the floor in a rhythmic tap tap tap, almost nervously. “Forget a little something, maybe? Something slip your mind, hmm?”

“… Oh, Celestia,” Dash breathed guiltily, rubbing the back of her neck. “I swear, Twi, I didn’t mean to forget-”

“Oh, no!” Twilight responded in a cheerful, happy tone, mocking her. “Of course not, Rainbow Dash. How, oh how ever could you have forgotten unless you were too busy being a motherfucking whore.”

“Now, you listen here-” Dash garbled her words, rising from the barstool. Had she been paying attention to the surrounding mob’s simultaneous flinch, she might not have done so. Twilight’s horn was aglow with a little lavender spark, illuminating her face very brightly for all but a moment.

The next, Rainbow Dash had fallen unconscious to the floor as not a single soul dared breath.

“… Take her to room one twenty.”

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