What Happens in Pegasus

Both of you didn’t hang around long after that near-incident. Two empty stomachs dictated the next course of action; trot to the locker rooms, dry yourselves off and meet the two Wonderbolts at the Hurricane‘s Palace diner. You’re thinking of something lazy and filling, like a greasy veggie pizza. Fine dining indeed.

Taking a towel from your locker, you proceed to get the drying part out of the way as quickly as you can.

Psst.

No sign of Soarin’ to be found among the other stallions here; he must have already left. Maybe you’ll go to some casinos with him after dinner, since that’s what Las Pegasus is all about.

Psst!

Now that you think about it, you wonder if Spitfire’s still in that steam room? She never left while you and Dash were in the jacuzzi-

PSSSST!

You snap back to your senses to find Rainbow Dash’s face, wearing the silliest grin, sticking through the stallion’s-room door.

“Rookie, you’ve gotta see this!”

“What is it?”

“Just… just follow me to the mare’s locker room, it’s awesome!”

“You want me to do what now?” you ask, “I’m pretty sure I won’t be allowed in there.”

“It’s cool, nopony else is there,” she insists, “But you’ve gotta see what I’ve found! C‘mon!”

You sigh; once Rainbow Dash has her mind set on something, the only way you could possibly get her to stop is by just going along with it. “Fine, just give me a minute to get ready.”

*******

Five minutes of drying later, you enter the (fortunately empty for now) mare’s room to find Dash hiding in one of the changing cubicles. With a subtle knock to the cubicle door, it swings open, and a pair of hooves grab you and drag you in there as well. She locks the door behind you.

The first thing you notice is what she’s wearing; the unmistakable Wonderbolts flight outfit. The nylon and spandex material hugs Rainbow Dash’s every curve and bump perfectly, almost as if it were a second skin. A pair of goggles nestle between her eyes and her mane, completing the Wonderbolts look. Although it’s not the goggles you’re having fun staring at.

“Where did you even find that?” you ask, almost afraid of the answer.

“Found it in an open locker, can you believe it?” Dash grins, flexing her wings as if simply wearing the outfit would make her a better flyer than she already is, “Wide open in an unbuckled saddlebag. I’m not stealing it though!” she adds quickly, “We just wanna wear them for a few minutes, I’ll put them back before anypony realises they’re gone.”

“Uh, we wanna wear them?”

She points to some familiar blue fabric folded on the changing bench; another Wonderbolts costume. “The saddlebag was crammed full of ‘em! See, the Wonderbolts usually go so fast when they perform, they often rip and tear their outfits with the speed, so they always carry a ton of spares on tour!”

“This isn’t stealing, is it?”

“Not if we put them back right after we’ve worn them.” she shrugs, “I just wanna see what we look like with them on.”

“Well, I’m not the biggest Wonderbolts fan-”

“Nah, that’s my job!”

“-but I’ll do it for you, alright? We just can’t take too long in case we’re caught. The outfit suits you, by the way.”

Oh my, did you just see her blush under that fabric? Rainbow Dash watches you change into the newly-acquired flight-gear, a show that she’s more than happy to watch. But you can’t help but notice…

You know, with the costume on, if you put the goggles over your eyes to cover them, and slick your mane back like this, you look a lot like-

“Hey, Dash,” you chuckle, “do I remind you of anypony?”

“Whoa.” Her wings flare up involuntarily. Whether it’s from shock or excitement, you can’t tell. “That’s just… take it off, Rookie, you look way too much like Soarin’ with that on.”

“What’s the matter, Dashie?” you coo teasingly, warming up to her, “Don’t you like the idea of being this close to a Wonderbolt?”

“Uh, eheheh?” she doesn‘t give a direct answer. Her features under the costume are almost glowing red, “But… but you’re my boyfriend, and…”

Your hooves slowly embrace her as she stutters, drawing her closer and closer to you.

“…and I shouldn’t b-be thinking about, you know, silly crushes at a time like-”

Her exposed lips are met with your own. The kiss stops her in her tracks. It’s a familiar taste of wild fruit and berries you‘ve always loved, as varied as her very mane. When you feel her go limp in your forelegs, you guide her to the changing bench, lying her down on it.

“Wh- ah… what do you think you’re doing?” she pants. You make a note of how she doesn’t exactly ask you to stop.

“I’m thanking you for that little treat you gave me back in the jacuzzi,” you smile, clambering over her. You feel the bump of your hips connecting with hers, and the faint rhythm that picks up from there. The outfits you both wear restrict you from going any further, but that doesn’t stop you from rubbing the slowly growing bulge in your costume between her legs. Her breathing becomes deeper, faster. She’s loving every moment of this.

“Aah… rookie…” she pants, her eyes beginning to glaze over in advance for the upcoming euphoria, “I wasn’t expecting this, I…”

“You don’t have to call me rookie, you know,” your stallion-hood begs to be released from the constrains of the outfit, but you continue regardless; you know this is more for Rainbow Dash than for you. In fact, why not give her the best gift an understanding boyfriend can give? “Who did you say I look like in this Wonderbolt’s costume?”

“What?” the hesitance in her voice is understandable, “Rookie, are you sure you actually want me to call you Soa- ahh…” she trails off, losing herself in the moment again as your trembling bulge rubs against her mare-hood more and more rapidly.

“Yeah, I know,” you nod, thinking back to the fiasco that happened the last time she called you that name by mistake, “but just this once, while we’re both in costume, I think you can get away with a little role-play.”

Without warning, she leans forward and plants a kiss on your lips. “Did I mention that I love you, rookie?”

You smile, nod in acknowledgement, and pick up the pace.

*******

Hmph. That idiot Soarin’. Though she supposes she can’t be mad at him forever.

Spitfire opens the door to the mare’s locker room, fresh from spending enough time in the steam-room to calm down. But honestly, Soarin’ was really being out of line when he just offered to trade her for Rainbow Dash just like that. Really, it’s almost as if he doesn’t care! No, that can’t be true; he’s a little slow on the uptake, but surely he’s got a soft spot for good ol’ Spitfire? They’ve been through so much together…

Just as she dries herself off, she hears the most terrible thing coming from a nearby locked cubicle…

Creak… creak… creak…

“Oh, Soarin’,” an oddly familiar voice giggles as the repetitive creaking gets faster and faster, “Aah! Aaaah! Soooariiin~!”

It gets even worse when Spitfire recognises the voice.

That… that heartless pig! Convincing sweet little Rainbow Dash to cheat on her boyfriend just because he’s a Wonderbolt! And in the mare’s room, no less! Spitfire has half a mind to kick down that cubicle door and give him a piece of her mind! No, wait. He needs to be taught a lesson. It’s Las Pegasus, surely there’s going to be a perfect time to do that to him in public! Didn’t they have a dinner table reserved for tonight? Yes; that’s when she’ll see him next, and that’s when she’s gonna let him have it!

Without even checking to see if she had everything, she buckles her saddlebag shut and sneaks out of the locker room door, leaving the two figures in the cubicle none-the-wiser. Soarin’s gonna be in for a shock tonight.

*******

You both collapse after the strangely wonderful exercise. You’ve never felt more drained, but it was worth it for your Rainbow Dash; she’s still red-faced and dizzy from the ecstasy. The only bad point from all of this is how you’ve both… left your shares of evidence in the Wonderbolt outfits. You got lost in the moment yourself, you see, and… well…

“It’s alright,” you assure her, and yourself, “we’ll just take these outfits off and sneak them back into the bag, they won’t notice until the next day, hopefully. You said the bag was stuffed full of them anyway…”

Imagine the look on your faces when you discover the saddlebag’s owner had already come and gone, leaving the two of you with Wonderbolt costumes damp with sweat and other bodily fluids.

“Oh no.” Rainbow Dash’s hooves cover her mouth in the revelation, “Ohmygosh no. You don‘t think anypony heard… anything, do you?”

All you can do is shrug. You only know as much as her. “On the bright side,” you try to cheer her up, “I guess we’re keeping these costumes now.”