The Truth Behind the D(ash)

The sunlight shone over the Wonderbolts Training Academy, and two pegasi were taking a much deserved roost. The first one, having a yellow coat and an orange-and-yellow, fiery mane and tail. The next one to follow her was a familiar cyan pegasus with an iconic, rainbow-colored mane and tail, seemingly flowing in the soft breeze that followed after her. Both ponies were dressed in the typical attire found at the academy; blue flight suits with yellow accents.

"Oh, this is SO AWESOME!" Dash squealed, completely unable to believe how she was training with the Wonderbolts, the legendary air force for all of Equestria. Led by none other than their fearless captain, Spitfire. And Dash, thinking it was a dream, nearly punched herself in the stomach when said captain invited her to fly with her. The two ponies took to the skies some time ago and hadn't touched back down for a couple of hours at least.

Spitfire simply chuckled and shook her head. "Calm down, Dash. You still got a lot to learn before you're a true, blue, Wonderbolt" she teased, placin a finger underneath the other mare's chin. Dash's wings and tail twitched, her leg forming a hook shape behind her as another little squee escaped her lips. Her hero, right here, praising her, she honestly wondered if she was dreaming. A certain smell coming from her suit managed to snap her mind back to reality.

Spitfire noticed the crinkle of Dash's nose and sniffed the pits of her own suit, wincing when the pungent stink of sweat began burning her nose hairs. "Hoo, that's just nasty. Guess we better hit the showers before we hit the mess hall" she continued, leading the way with her tail swaying from every step. Rainbow's heart fluttered a bit and she followed soon after.

For some reason or another, it had taken Dash until just now to realize that she couldn't let Spitfire see her...equipment. She felt so lucky that her flight suit didn't show it off. Upon closer examination, that actually became a much more important thing to know. Was she simply good at keeping things hidden, or was there something about her flight suit that made it easier to hide it? Then again, keeping her sheathe for it hidden was easy, it was the unsightly bulge her sizable testes left in any kind of non-baggy pants she wore. There were things that simply weren't adding up here, but the sudden sound of a zipper being unzipped brought her head down to earth.

Spitfire didn't have anything holding her back, she stripped off her flight suit right then and there, in front of Dash. Beneath the suit was the pegasus' golden Coat in all of its glory, her wings fluttering as she pulled the material down to her waist. Dash could've sworn she could see a bit of Spitfire's supple breasts from the angle she was at. The captain struggled a bit once she reached the tail area, tugging on the material with one annoyed grunt after another.

"Hey, ya wanna stop gawking and help me out with this, I think my tail's stuck" Spitfire ordered more than she requested. Naturally, Dash complied, albeit having a red face the whole time. Dash leaned down and grabbed hold of the suit, Spitfire pulling her tail out in what felt like slow-motion. After a bit more struggling, the chunk of orange-and-yellow fur was successfully out and Dash had finished pulling down the captain's pants.

Muttering a few obscenities, Dash looked forward and found her hands around Spitfire's ankles. Following the glowing, golden fur up, Dash was soon met with something she never thought she'd ever see. What she saw staring back at her was a pair of white, silk panties adorned with a small Wonderbolt sigil on the back of them. The fabric was thin, and it exposed every single inch of Spitfire's firm buttocks. Her tail swished and whipped about, bringing a small bit more attention to the base.

Spitfire cleared her throat rather angrily. "Uh...the suit's off now, cadet" she stated, Dash instantly letting go and backing off.

"Uh...sorry about that, Captain" she apologized quickly, trying to keep the hammering in her chest to a minimum. Spitfire stepped out of the suit and picked it up, giving Dash another glance at her ass. Focusing on the center, Dash was surprised to see she could make out just about every inch of her rather large, puffy vulva. She could just feel herelf growing hard at the sight.

"What, you gonna shower in that thing?" Spitfire asked, her tone full of sarcasm as she turned to face Dash. Spitfire was already a sight to behold from behind and from below, but her front was something truly wonderful. Her breasts, while a little on the small side, were kept perky and filled with life, small orange nipples adorning the very fronts of them. Considering the pony she was lying down before, she'd have to struggle to keep herself from drooling. But that in itself was a rather difficult challenge. Spitfire pointed at Dash's flight suit and the cyan pegasus blushed, turning away from her superior.

"I...uh, you go on ahead, I'll be right there" Dash responded, keeping her now half-erect member hidden. Spitfire simply shrugged her shoulders and moved on. She didn't really care about ponies being shy in the locker room, much less did she consider it worth caring for. If anything, it helped remind her of her high school days long since passed. She was never shy to the idea of getting naked in front of others, not even then.

Dash was looking around the room, frantically trying to find something to wrap her body in without seeming suspicious. All things considered, that left her with extremely few options. Eventually, she settled on some thin towels she had found and fashioned into a chest wrap and loincloth. If it was just her crotch she kept hidden, then she'd definitely raise questions. With this, there would probably only be one question-

"Just how shy do you have to be to wear that?" Spitfire asked as she glanced over, Dash being a little startled by how well the captain had timed it. Dash just chuckled awkwardly and stroked her arm.

"I...just don't like ponies to see me naked is all" she gave a blunt explanation with a red face. Spitfire knew something was up, but she wasn't about to do anything about it, not now anyway. Slowly, Dash entered the shower area and turned on a nearby faucet. The warm water had completely deluged within seconds. All that she had to do was wash the sweat off and get the hell out of there. As long as she didn't turn around to see Spitfire's naked body, she wouldn't anything to worry about. She just kept on scrubbing herself down with the provided soap, focused entirely on the...*slip, followed by a drop*.

Dash's heart completely sank as she dropped the soap, the suds-covered bar sliding all the to the other side of the showers...stopping right at Spitfire's feet. The pegasus in question looked down and-dear sweet Celestia-bent over. Dash would've had a heart attack right there if it weren't for Spitfire's sopping, wet tail getting in the way. The cyan pegasus gave a sigh of relief for a moment before it became a sudden gasp. For some reason or another, the captain's tail immediately moved out of the way, revealing the puffy outer lining of Spitfire's pussy.

Dash's wings stuck straight out and her loincloth started getting loose. Spitfire turned around just in time to see the aroused look in Dash's eyes, right as the latter turned around with an even redder look on her face. The captain simply smiled endearingly and stepped over, placing her hand on the younger mare's shoulder. She fidgeted under her sudden touch, and when she turned her head back, she was incredibly nervous. Yet Spitfire smiling at her like that managed to calm her down.

"You don't have to feel so nervous, we're all the same here. If you've got something to admit, you can do it. It may not be the most professional, but these kinds of things are common. You wouldn't believe the kinds of things Fleetfoot gets into here though" Dash's heart nearly skipped a beat upon hearing that, though she could still feel enough to start picturing what Fleetfoot actually did.

Dash started to imagine Fleetfoot and Spitfire getting intimate in the showers. Fleetfoot would take the captain's hand, planting kisses along her neck and down her body. Spitfire would be smiling and pushing herself further, enjoying getting every inch of her body bathed by Fleetfoot's tongue. Oh, just the thought of it made her hard.

'Wait, hard?!' Dash mentally panicked. Looking down, she found her loincloth had started getting really tight, the head of her member started to poke through.

"Whoa..." Spitfire breathed, going red in the face. "Is...Is that what I think it is?" she asked, leaning over.

"L-look, Captain, I can expla-" Dash started before Spitfire tugged her cloth off, her thick member bobbing free. Spitfire seemed a little surprised at first, but instead of backing off, she simply stayed there, watching it with a blank look on her face. The more she looked at it, the more Dash's rod hardened, pulsating to her heartbeat as the captain's pumpkin-colored eyes stared right at it.

"Wow...you're even more hung than Soarin" Spitfire commented as she got back up. Dash tried to say something, but she was stopped by a finger gently placed on her lips. "No talking. I'm taking care of this before we get spotted" Spitfire added as she leaned back down again. Before Dash could even fit a response in, she winced at Spitfire suddenly grabbing hold of her member and stroking it.

The warmth of her hand was only rivaled by the warmth of the water all around them. Dash's face was flushed and her breath was already beginning to turn into pants. Spitfire was really good at handjobs, apparently. That was all she could really think about right now. Soon enough, Spitfire was wrapping her tongue around her pulsating member, causing it to twitch a few more times as she planted a few kisses along the shaft. The captain's gentle ministrations brought many moans from the hermaphrodite partner of hers, which in turn caused her to smile at it.

"You're a bit more shy than Soarin, but you're definitely tastier than he is" Spitfire commented as she trailed kisses up Dash's mid-section, stroking onto the moist flesh of of the blue rod as she did so. She moved Dash a bit more, placing her with her back to the wall before she continued to fellate the rookie. She started with her head, which started flaring out the more she worked on it. Once she had gotten it into her mouth, she started suckling down on the first couple of inches. Dash's breath steadied a bit, though her heartbeat started to accelerate in response.

Spitfire went down a few inches lower, her warm throat muscles started to work their magic on Dash's throbbing schlong. Dash let out a throaty moan as the captain kept her ministrations going, the water coating them matting down their fur and manes, both of them with their wings stretched out as far they could. Now that she thought about it, she was wondering why it is she didn't go for her wings. Being a fellow pegasus, she surely knew about how sensitive the appendages were, especially during sexual encounters. Yes, in spite of it all, she never once tried anything. She just kept on bobbing her head on her member and sucking.

Spitfire's ministrations continued on until she made it down towards Dash's medial ring, which was when she stopped and pulled out. Dash gave her a disappointed look and she smiled. "Don't worry about it, I'm just giving you a treat" Spitfire responded with a giggle. It was quite the unusual thing to hear. Just the mere thought of Spitfire giggling made her a bit uneasy, like she had opened up some kind of cage releasing a wild animal. Spitfire leaned up against the nearby wall, then with a single flick of her tail, presented herself.

Through Dash's eyes, Spitfire's pussy lips glistened. She wasn't certain if it was wet because of the shower, or her arousal, but it didn't seem to matter. Spitfire took a hand between her legs and spread her puffy outer folds apart, revealing how aroused she was, even her face started reddening. After an invitation like that, how could anyone refuse?

Dash steeled her will and stepped forward. She leaned down until she could literally feel the heat coming off her ass, then stuck her tongue straight in. Spitfire let out an effeminate moan from the shock and leaned into the wall further. Dash's tongue slid in and out her hot cunt, practically feeling burnt by the heat of the folds. Her ministrations continued until she actually felt Spitfire force her back.

"Fuck. Me. NOW!" Spitfire ordered. Dash stood up and readied her rod, which felt close to exploding already. Much as she wanted to tease the captain, she knew better than to defy orders. She grabbed hold of Spitfire's hips and dove straight in. The captain let out a breathless yelp as soon as she felt herself get penetrated, the thick, blue rod throbbing like crazy in spite of how stationary it was. Her vaginal walls clenched it tight, slowly being spread apart further by its impressive girth. Dash leaned forward and started nipping at Spitfire's shoulders, her fingers tracing around her crotch to massage the cute, pink nub on the other side.

Dash slowly started to move inside the captain's hot cunt, which had started getting hotter as time went on. Spitfire's name seemed to making itself apparent as she got into it further. She didn't even realize she had her rod halfway inside Spitfire until she felt the flesh of her medial ring get stuck. Spitfire's eyes rolled back as she started timing her hips to move along with Dash's thrusts, even signaling for her to thrust harder after a bit. Luckily, Dash complied, sending one shockwave of pleasure throughout the two of them as they continued in the shower.

After about ten minutes of straight fucking, Dash raised up on of Spitfire's legs and started thrusting harder, deeper as the latter's vaginal muscles clenched harder. Dash took a bit of Spitfire's wing into her mouth and started giving her an impromptu preening, suckling the skin gently as inhaled the alluring aroma from her feathers. For a tough-as-nails drill sergeant, Spitfire certainly knew how to keep herself clean. Speaking of which, Spitfire turned her head back and engaged Dash in a deep kiss, their tongues dancing with one another almost as if they were destined to be partners. Dash brought Spitfire's leg down and rammed herself deep into the captain, fully hilting herself within her as her balls slapped against her superior's glorious ass.

Spitfire let out one throaty moan after another as her eyes started to glaze over, Dash's fucking going at the same rate as her flight speed now. For a second, she thought she had just placed a sixteen-inch dildo on a machine and set it to full blast from the piston-like power and speed. Dash snaked one of her hands up and cupped Spitfire's breast, feeling herself swelling with pleasure. The two pegasi shared another kiss as their mutual climaxed came at a record speed. Spitfire's walls clenched hard and hot, massagign Dash's rod into voiding her very balls from the pleasure, instantly shooting off big ropes of her sticky cum. To Dash, it felt relieving to finally cum. Fucking her at the speed she was made her fear friction burns, and if that didn't burn, then the heat of her cunt certainly would have. Either way, Dash was happy to climax inside her hero, whom of which looked at her as she was completely in love with the feeling. 'Who would've thought that Spitfire was so...dirty?' Dash wondered as she pulled out.

Dash's member was still semi-hard, spraying more of her seed out onto Spitfire, the latter of which was absolutely gushing out from her cunt as she dropped down to her knees, basking in the afterglow in ways she couldn't even think of. She leaned back and started licking Dash's rod clean, not sparing a drop of the other pegasus' delicious spunk. After a bit, Dash fell back, landing flat on her ass with a slosh as the room went white.

After getting themselves cleaned up again, Dash and Spitfire exited the lockers and went their separate ways. There were drills to be executed and to be followed for the two of them, and they had both used up a good chunk of the time they had to sleep fucking. If anything though, it would probably be worth watching Spitfire walk around like she has a pole up her ass. Plus, Dash would be able to sleep easier knowing she had just relieved herself of at least a month's worth of stress in what felt like an hour or two. Then again, she may be up all night writing about this to her friends. Twilight would probably going crazy knowing that she had sex with someone other than her. Even if she wasn't, Dash would probably have a lot of things to say about it when she got back.