The feel of the air as it whipped her face, the coolness of the billowing clouds through which she swept, the energy pounding through her busy wings; Rainbow Dash was flying. She flew like she'd never flown before, reveling in every second of blue sky that surrounded her. The feeling was unbelievable, the freedom unmatched.
A streak of blue flashed through her peripheral vision, followed by a cloud of thunder. A blue mane and tail whipped behind the flier as he went, slicing through the air like a shark. Flight goggles completing the look of stone-hard muscles under a skin-tight Wonderbolt suit, Rainbow appreciated the view of the Wonderbolts' second in command, Soarin'.
As much as she enjoyed the rippling of his body under the material, there was no way the competitive pegasus would let him beat her. She reared like a cobra and sped foreward, leaving the startled professional in the figurative dust.
It was just Rainbow now, sailing through the cool air. That is, until a fire split the sky and burned past her.
"What the-?"
The swift pegasus who'd overtaken the cyan filly looked back with a coy grin playing on her features. Her hair flew around her like a live flame, possibly burning under the effortlessly sultry smile and fiery amber eyes. Rainbow's heart throbbed, and even in the cool breeze she began to feel warm under her flight suit. However, as undeniably sexy as the Wonderbolt captain was, the rainbow pegasus wasn't letting her win.
Thrashing her wings with the power of Celestia, Rainbow reached the flaming pegasus, neck in neck. Finally, an equal in speed and *ahem* badassery; Spitfire and Rainbow exchanged glances as they raced eachother into the great blue yonder, Soarin' not far behind.
Winking a heated wink, Spitfire opened her mouth. "BEEP."
Rainbow cocked a brow. "What?"
Spitfire smiled again and spoke. "BEEP. BEEP. BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!"
A blue hoof thrashed through the air, slamming the snooze button of her persistantly beeping alarm clock. She groaned, pouting, rolling herself into a more comfortable position in her wildly strewn sheets. Just as Rainbow's eyelids began to feel heavy again, a fuse connected in her brain as she recalled what day it was. She sprung out of bed as though somepony had just lit a firework under the mattress.
"Wonderbolt day!" Dash shouted to no one in particular, save for maybe Tank, who raised his slow head in surprise. With a celebratory loop, Rainbow Dash landed in front of the mirror, striking an automatic pose. Her reflection looked back at her, awesome as ever.
After a moment's deliberation, Rainbow decided to, for once, run a comb through her wild mane. Each color of her prismatic bangs lay perfectly in harmony as the pegasus smoothed down the surface. With a flick of her tail and a quick "aw yeah", she was ready to go, to see her idols.
Before escaping out the door, Rainbow turned to her suggestive poster of Spitfire on the wall, as smoking as ever. With a grin, Rainbow left her cloud home with visions of the fiery Wonderbolt doing unspeakable things to her. There was a reason she never invited anypony over.
A perfect formation of brightly-clad pegasi swept over the heads of the crowd, to gasps of awe from the masses. They swirled together in excellent sync, with carefully practiced finesse and style that captivated every pony on the ground, including a certain number one fan.
Through squeezing, pushing, and some questionable maneuvers, Rainbow Dash had wormed her way to the front of the crowd, and had now long since forgotton there was anypony else there. It was just her and the incredible Wonderbolts, whose tricks reflected in her pupils, locked on the sky. They dove, Rainbow's head dove. They zigzagged left and right, Rainbow's head zigzagged left and
right. She was on them like Opalescence on a stuffed mouse.
Quite unbeknownst to her, Rainbow's smile grew wider and wider, until it rivaled Pinkie's on the day of her first rainboom, and her wings grew stiffer and stiffer. Soon, they were nothing but diamond-hard masses of muscle that protruded from her sides as the captivated pegasus watched the graceful performers in awe and something close to arousal. It was the way their bodies pressed ino their suits, the way their manes whipped with fury. Soon, Rainbow's stomach was fluttering and her arousal was burning with a vengeance.
As she let out a sudden moan as the altheletes dove again toward the crowd, Rainbow Dash became aware of how obviously aroused she was and blushed slightly, a rare sight for the proud pegasus. Instead, she just bit her lip and enjoyed the remainder of the show, trying not the think about their tight bodies, or what lay underneath the suits...
Buck. Seriously, Rainbow Dash?
Before she knew it, the show had ended, and the crowd began to file away, leaving the feverish pegasus standing alone. Gathering her thoughts, Dash followed the crowd, spotting a familiar face among them.
"Rarity!" She called to her friend, who turned around with a flick of her perfectly coiffed mane. Rarity's eyes lit up and she batted her eyelashes at the sight of her friend.
"Oh, hello, Rainbow darling." Flawlessly formal, as always. "What brings you around?" Rainbow furrowed her brows and stared at her unicorn friend.
Is she kidding me, right now?
"Uh, duh!" Rainbow flailed a hoof through the air, beckoning wildly at where the Wonderbolts had just left from. Rarity let out a giggle, bringing her hoof to her mouth in a coy manner. Classic Rarity.
"Oh hahaha, of course, silly me." Rainbow shook her head, realizing something.
"A better question's more like what YOU'RE doing down here?" The pegasus questioned, to which the white mare twirled a hoof through the air and laughed breezily.
"Oh, it's simple really, my dear," she explained, "I needed some design ideas, and have you seen what the Wonderbolts wear?" She flipped her curled mane with a hoof before smiling back at her friend. "Can you say tres magnifique?"
Rainbow stared for a moment, pushing the thought of the Wonderbolts' outfits from her mind. "Nope, no I cannot say that." She prepared to leave. "I should probably be going..."
"Oh wait a moment, Rainbow!" Rarity called as Rainbow turned. "What did you think of the show? They're really something, are they not?" Rarity already knew the answer, but it was always nice to hear it directly from the source.
Yep, she's kidding me.
"Are you kidding? They're amazing!" Rainbow pounded her hoof on the ground in emphasis, beaming.
More than amazing. Superextraawesomeazing.
Rarity smiled. "Oh aren't they just?" She looked up in thought. "Come to think of it though, they've got every trick in the book, save for a sonic rainboom of course."
Rainbow perked up at the mention of her signature move, before her face fell. She was the only pony in Ponyville, heck, EQUESTRIA who could ever pull off that move. As stunning as the Wonderbolts were, they were missing that one key element, that magnificent hybrid of sonic boom and rainbow. They needed a pegasus as undeniably awesome as Rainbow Dash on the team. They NEEDED it, yet here she was, weather manager. Yay.
"Yeah. Well, see you 'round, Rarity." Rainbow Dash was ready to leave, before her feelings bubbled to the surface and she wheeled around. The time to vent was now. "Y'know what, Rare? That's what I don't get." She huffed in frustration before continuing.
"I'm a total boss at the sonic rainboom, you've got to admit it; I'm just that awesome. But do the Wonderbolts care? No-o-o!" The agitated pegasus hovered a foot above the ground in front of her startled friend, waving her arms in the air. "Oh, we'll just never let you join, take that, you silly filly Rainbow Dash! I mean, seriously," She stuck her hooves in front of her, as if gesturing to something plainly obvious. "What the hay, Wonderbolts?"
Rarity listened patiently to Rainbow's spate, and nodded in rare understanding. "Oh, I know what you mean, darling," she spoke in consolance, "Maybe they're just... full?"
Rainbow sighed. "Yeah, maybe." She grumped. "Thanks, Rare."
Rarity beamed, proud to have helped a friend. Her work here was done. "No trouble at all, Rainbow!"
The two ponies went their seperate ways; Rarity trotted off to her boutique, still smiling in the afterglow of a job well done, and Rainbow to her cloud home, flitting a few feet above the ground, not unlike a dark cloud.
Despite the greatness of the Wonderbolts' show, Rainbow couldn't seem to shake the black cloak that shrouded her as she made her way home. Need she be reminded constantly of the fact that she wasn't, and might never be, in the team?
Thanks a lot, Rarity.
As she approached her home of fluffy splendor, Rainbow felt less and less like entering. She needed to clear her thoughts, and what better way was there to do just that than a frolick in the clouds?
The rainbow mare catapulted herself into the air faster than a cake out of Pinkie's party cannon. The breeze was so crisp, so refreshing; Rainbow could stay forever in the sea of blue, leaping from cloud to cloud like a goldfish in a pond. Loop after loop she spun, feeling her old confidence swell inside her with every flap of her wings. Maybe it was time to turn a few tricks.
The Fantastic Filly Flash! The Super Speed Strut! Take that, Wonderbolts!
Feeling her bravado and swagger dial up once more to eleven, Rainbow became simultaneously aware of the strain in her wings and the hitch in her breath. Perhaps it was in fact time for a little rest; but only a little one.
Darting between clouds like a hummingbird, Rainbow eyed a lovely specimen; a great white cumulus, billowing like glittering heaps of cotton candy, practically begging for her flank on it. The cloud needn't beg any longer; Rainbow Dash was all too happy to oblige.
As she approached the cloud, Rainbow stopped dead. Voices? Distinct chater could be heard, even if just barely, from behind a pillar of clouds not far from where Rainbow hovered listening. A male voice, slightly comical, and a female, smoother than polished silver. Rainbow was captivated with the sound of the mare as she spoke; her voice came clear as a windchime, melodic as a bell, yet sultry as a crackling campfire.
No.
As attractive as Rainbow thought the mystery mare's voice sounded, this was her cloud, and by Luna, she was going to place herself on it if she had to tackle a filly in the process.
"Hey, yeah, sorry to bother you guys, but uh," Rainbow didn't sound in the least bit apologetic as she rounded the corner to score a better look and the ponies in question."This is my clou-uh, wha-?!" Rainbow swallowed her own tongue; she could almost literally feel it sliding down her throat, chokingher, pummeling the words she was about to say. Her face reddened to an impossible shade, and her ings almost forgot to beat.
Hahaha, buck my life.
The two Wonderbolts looked at the abashed pegasus, concern and surprise in their eyes. Rainbow forgot immediately about any sort of qualms she had about them earlier; the presence of these two ponies of ponies alone made her weak in the knees. She thanked her lucky stars she wasn't standing.
"Oh, gee, sorry about that," the blue Wonderbolt began, looking unreasonably ashamed of himself. "Are we in your cloud? Sorry." Rainbow Dash had a brief flashback of Fluttershy before sputtering her response.
"Nope! Noooo way, you are not!" Rainbow laughed nervously, looking anywhere but at the two showponies. "You stay there as long as you like, in fact, take the cloud with you, compliments of Ponyville!" Soarin' chuckled at the flustered fan.
"Nah, it's okay, you-" He was interrupted by his companion, who hadn't said a word thus far.
"Not so fast, Soarin'." Goddesses, her voice was charming; Rainbow trembled. "Oh wait- Aha, I recognize you! Fan number 1! The Gala, Soarin's pie!" Spitfire broke into a smile and a laugh, much warmer than before. Soarin', on the other hand, stared at Rainbow in reverence, wide-eyed, the heavenly savior of pie.
Rainbow breathed an enormous sigh of relief. "Oh thank Celestia, you don't hate me! I really thought-" Spitfire looked momentarily confused.
"Wait, why would we hate you?" She asked, before adding, "You showed us some pretty impressive moves, if I say so myself." Rainbow's brain exploded.
She suddenly changed to nervous. "I dunno, I guess I've always wanted to join, but..." Rainbow trailed away in a surprisingly Fluttershy-esque manner. Only the Wonderbolts could reduce her to this.
Soarin' gave a little snicker, though not in a cruel way. "Well, we don't let just any fast flier join!" Spitfire gave a nod, before turning a little demonstrative swirl through the air that made Rainbow's mouth water.
"Like he said, you've yet to prove yourself, Wonderbolt style!" Rainbow's brain froze in disbelief. Weren't they at the Best Young Flier competition? Didn't she save their LIVES?
"W-what? The sonic rainboom!" Rainbow stammered, spinning her arms like a windmill about her. Spitfire looked to the ground as Soarin' followed suit, scratching the back of his neck.
"Hehe...yeah, we were sort of unconscious at the time..." Soarin' gave a little chuckle. "Y'know, just a little."
Rainbow could've kicked herself; she would've, hadn't she been flying, in front of her idols no less. A legendary sonic rainboom, performed at her very wingtips, in front of the similarly legendary Wonderbolts, but of course they had to be out cold. That, THAT was Rainbow's luck.
"Oh, right, yeah." Spitfire looked at her sympathetically, before narrowing her golden eyes as an almost wicked smile spread across her face.
"Y'know, we could find another way for you to prove yourself." She said saucily. Rainbow's heart thumped in her chest; she didn't mean...she couldn't possibly... One thing was for certain, however. Rainbow was melting under the suddenly very different stares she was recieving from the two atheletes. Oh hay yes, she was down.
Her thought process, however, turned on her, shutting down completely. Spitfire circled the cyan pegasus like a hawk before landing before her and brushing her chin with a fiery tail. Rainbow shuddered as Soarin' watched the seductive antics of his teammate, grinning mischeiviously.
Spitfire spoke again, centimeters from Rainbow's panting face, eyes half closed and voice low, steamy. "We could..." Rainbow nearly keeled over at the heavy tone of sex, "...race."
Overcoming her initial moment of surprise, Rainbow responded with a giant white smile. She couldn't decide what she'd have preferred more: an epic race between her and the two atheletes, and a chance to join the team, or the...uh...other thing.
Either way, Rainbow was definitely game. In fact, she'd bring her A-game.
"You're on." Rainbow was herself surprised at how raspy her voice came, the tone that was exclusive to arousal. Spitifre narrowed her eyes even further, knowing that this would be fun.
Three ponies stood poised at the start position; blue on blue, orange on yellow, rainbow on cyan. Each pony leaned foreward slightly, already preparing to take Newton up on his laws. Even before they'd started, the area was pulsing with motion, with energy.
Rainbow smirked and narrowed her eyes to slits. This was it, what she'd been dreaming of; a chance to show her stuff in front of the legendary atheletes. Her heart felt like it would explode in joy, yet she was slightly unsure of how she'd be able to fly with her rock hard, aching wings.
The competive pegasus surveyed her opponents. There was Soarin', strong, powerful, and determined; the workhorse of the skies. His build was perfect for difficult maneuvers, loops and swirls, but may provide a hinderance when it came to speed. Noticing her look, Soarin' turned to Rainbow and gave her a wink that weakened her knees.
Then there was Spitfire; sleek, small, and aerodynamic. She was like a bullet, built for speed, and even her hair had been frozen in an eternal windswept style from hours upon hours of splitting the skies. If anyone would be a threat to Rainbow Dash's chance of winning, it was the yellow pegasus who was now eyeing Dash as well, appraising her.
No problem, Rainbow was certain she'd beat them both.
"Ready?" Asked the yellow captain.
Positioning her hooves and leaning foreward in the optimal stance, Rainbow replied, "Pssh, I was born ready." Soarin' laughed in consensus.
"Alright. 3..." Rainbow bent her knees, moistening her lips. "2..." She raised her wings, ready to bore into the sky. "1..." With a flick of her tail, Rainbow Dash experienced the longest second of her life, longer than every second of Fluttershy's butterfly put together.
"Go!"
Three ponies shot off like rockets, fueled by adrenaline and raw power. The sky was full of nothing but the sound of wings beating the breeze, blue, yellow, and cyan. Rainbow had never felt such a rush in her entire life, not comparable to any other race she'd ever flown; then again, she'd never flown a race against the Wonderbolts before either. The freedom, the unbelievable freedom coursed through the rainbow filly's veins like a rushing waterfall, the perfect compainion to the feeling of racing against her heroes.
Her projections were correct; Soarin's build had left him behind the two, though not by much. Still, it was only Dash and Spitfire tied in speed, both moving like the devil, gasping in exhaustion and adrenaline.
The finish line loomed ahead. Perfect; Rainbow Dash wasn't sure how much longer she could hold this speed without going full-out rainboom. She just needed to tap into her final reserve, draw out the last bit of energy she could possibly muster.
With unimaginable strength, Rainbow beat her wings. She suddenly felt lighter, electric, as flashes of light pulsed through the air around her as she raced the yellow pegasus next to her. As she propelled foreward, Spitfire began to fall behind, and Rainbow felt intense pressure at the tips of her hooves, splayed in front of her. It was familiar...the compressing, tight feeling, the drag of air before her as if she was pushing the fabric of the sky.
With but a few seconds notice, Rainbow's heart leapt as she realized what was about to erupt.
Electricity sparked around her as the cyan pegasus's speed reached a crescendo, and suddenly she was being propelled foreward with the miht of Celestia behind her whipping tail. A colossal flash of light, and an explosion rocked the heavens as the pegasus simultaneously shattered the sound barrier and the visible light spectrum. Rainbow's ears when temporarily numb with the force of the blast, which rippled from her in a rainbow circle, licking at the sky like prismatic tongues of flame.
Rainbow still charged foreward, smashing past the finish line, and making a celebratory arch above the race, leaving a glimmering rainbow in her wake. She was shortly followed by Spitfire and Soarin', wide-eyed, who landed on the cloud by the tired, gasping pegasus.
"Holy...buck." Spitfire gasped, eyes trailing the rainbow that towered above them in sheer amazement. Rainbow had never heard that sort of language come from the Wonderbolt's mouth; it sounded incredibly hot, even more so that it directed at her, and her amazing feat.
"Wow!" Soarin' beamed and leapt over to Rainbow, who looked prouder than a filly who'd just gotten her cutie mark. "That was sooo amazing!" He exclaimed in glee.
"Oh hehe, it was nothing." Rainbow smiled uncontrollably, flicking her hair out of the way suavely. Soarin' shook his head, eyes still wider than pies.
"Oh that was not nothing! That was..." He suddenly leaned in close to the pegasus, looking her directly in the eye with a smile. "Amazing." He repeated.
Rainbow's temperature skyrocketed until it was hotter than the core of Celestia's sun. She couldn't grasp the way the stallion looked at her, as uer brain clouded.
Omigoshomigosh.
After such an exhilerating race, though she was straight tuckered out, energy still shot through her veins as she felt the Wonderbolt's breath tickle her nose. Maybe it was the sheer rush, the leftover endorphins that fueled her, but Rainbow felt fire, and could see the same fire mirrored in Soarin's eyes.
What the hay, you only live once.
Rainbow dove into Soarin', pressing her lips to his with a passion. He gasped into her mouth in initial surprise, but quickly returned to earth, letting his eyes slide halfway-closed as he returned the kiss. It was flaming, it set the rainbow mare's mind ablaze as she pushed against the rock hard muscular chest of the Wonderbolt, deepening the embrace. He groaned and pulled her lithe body to him in a swift and slightly rough motion. Rainbow didn't object; in fact, the sudden movement aroused her only that much more.
Soarin' thought her mouth tasted incredible, spicy as a rainbow, yet sweeter than apple pie. He savored the flavor, and lost part of hs mind to it.
A chuckle came from a few feet from the liplocked lovers. "Woah there, getting a little heated, aren't we?" Rainbow's eyes shrunk to pinpricks. She'd let herself become so thoroughly caught up in the inferno of the moment, she'd somehow forgotton of the yellow inferno watching them.
With some difficulty, Rainbow Dash withdrew herself from Soarin's grasp. "Ahaha," she chuckled nervously, sounding fluttery, almost like Rarity. "S-sorry Spitfire, got a little distracted."
Spitfire sat on her haunches and tilted her head, eyeing Rainbow and her teammate with an unreadable grin on her face. "Oh, don't mind me. Go ahead and continue."
Rainbow shook her head and stared, certain she had misheard, and this was nothing but a hallucination as a result of too many hours spent at supersonic speeds. She gaped at the pegasus, who seemed solidly real, then at the blue athelete beside her, who she had FELT to be solidly real.
Haha. I'm losing my mind.
"Don't overthink it, Rainbow Dash," Rainbow's name rolled off of Spitfire's tongue like honey. "Besides, we definitely owe you a little something after beating us like that."
Rainbow shuddered in arousal, feeling her marehood dampen the fur between her legs and her wings stiffen like sabers. She wasn't an egghead like Twilight, she wasn't an overthinker, and she sure as hay wasn't going to start now.
Spitfire leaned in and planted her lips upon Rainbow's. Rainbow moaned a high pitched moan; the female Wonderbolt's lipsbwere softer than Soarin's, gentler, like the wings of a butterfly, yet still white-hot with passion. The spice, like cinnamon, of Spitfire's kiss was overwhelming for the cyan filly's who reduced to nothing but jelly against the yellow mare's lips.
Rainbow's thought process set to frappe, and it took every fiber in her body to remember how to breathe, and that alone was a stretch. She'd be perfectly content with just kicking the bucket right here, locked in an embrace with the most desireable pony in Equestria.
Once again, the presence of a third body was overshadowed, until Rainbow felt movement from behind as blue hooves stroked her mane. It only added to the pleasure as Rainbow moaned yet again, sending chills down Spitfire's vertebrae.
She broke the kiss with Spitfire as the yellow athelete's hoof felt its way down her stomach, stopping to carress the soft cyan coat.
"Mmmm, Spitfire, that feels so go-ah!" Rainbow squealed as she felt the athelete's hoove gently touch the outside of her dripping sex, but was silenced as Soarin' pressed his lips against hers instead.
Spitfire began to gyrate her hoof in a circular fashion, while Rainbow's mind sparked and frizzed like a live wire. Each touch felt like a thousand, every ounce of pressure felt like a pound as Spitfire moved over Rainbow's eager, swollen clit.
If she'd been capable of coherent thought, Rainbow would've choked at the sheer impossibility of the situation. Here she was, on a cloud with nopony else around for what seemed like miles, being pleasured by a Wonderbolt on each side. It was perfect.
This is SO awesome.
Rainbow moaned again, her voice cracking, as she felt both Spitfire's misitrations and Soarin's hardness pressing into her leg. It was time to take a little more control; Rainbow Dash is supposed to be the dominant one.
Rainbow, taking advantage of the Wonderbolt's individual distractions, broke free of their touches and pushed Soarin' onto his back, standing before him and his towering stallionhood, jutting into the air like a tree trunk.
Oh Luna, that thing is going to split me in half.
The blue Bolt shut his eyes as he felt the cyan mare drag down his fur and stop before his aching member, to his torture. Rainbow smiled wickedly at the prospect before. She'd make him want her; she'd make him need her.
With a skilled touch, Dash wrapped her hoof around the base of his stallionhood, causing him to suck in his breath and clench his teeth at the shock of pleasured that ran through him. The cruel pegasus began to move, slowly, agonizingly slowly, applying firm pressure, from base to head. Each pump came with a thickening in breath from the stallion at her mercy, leaving a wet trail of fluid rolling down Rainbow's legs.
Spitfire had settled herself in the cloud, quietly observing the exchange between her new friend and her old one. She watched how Soarin' clenched and rippled under Rainbow's hoof, which was now moving like a piston up and down his length. Spitfire watched as Rainbow put a hoof on his thigh, leaning foreward until she was right in front of his contorted yet handsome face, looking at him with a grin from under her lashes. As Spitfire watched, her hoof made other plans.
She sighed as a yellow hoof connected with her sex, finding it soaked with arousal. Spitfire began to mimic what she had bestowed upon Rainbow, and stiffened at the feeling. Her wetness ran down her hoof as she grinded furiously into it, savoring every moment, mouth open in an adorable gasp.
Meanwhile, Soarin' groaned into the Rainbow mane below him. He wasn't typically a groaner, but found all restraint had left him when his lover touched the tip of her tongue to his own tip. Rainbow smiled into his member as she flicked her tongue. She loved the noises and heavy breathing: they made her feel powerful, and Dash was drawn to power like a moth to the flame.
She darted her tongue out once more, experimentally licking the head. Soarin' ran a hoof through her mane, begging her to go further, which she obliged to. Venturing her tongue out once more, Rainbow licked in firm and fast circles around his head, before diving down. She covered the entire head with her hot, moist mouth, sucking hard, while drawing patterns with her tongue. Between Soarin's moans, she bobbed her head up and down the length, until a moan of Rainbow's own reverberated through his shaft.
Spitfire had gotten bored of her own hoof, and decided to rejoin the action that was passing her by. Positioning herself behind Rainbow as she pleasured her teammate, Spitfire ran a long lick from bottom to top of Rainbow's fiery sex. Rainbow whimpered in pleasure as her swollen marehood finally recieved some attention at the tip of Spitfire's tongue. As a result, her ministrations on Soarin's shaft and head became more frantic, eliciting a grunt from the stallion as her grasped her head. Holding it still, the blue Wonderbolt began to thrust his pelvis upwards slightly, pleasuring himself with Rainbow's wet, comfortable mouth.
Rainbow Dash couldn't have minded in the slightest. She herself was lost in the whirlpool of pleasure as Spitfire's skilled tongue swirled around her clit, before sucking gently on the bundle of nerves. When the yellow athelete started to grind a hoof against Rainbow's wet entrance, the pegasus felt the pressures of orgasm building inside her, and she wasn't going to release it on Spitfire's tongue, as greatly as she desired it.
Detaching herself from his shaft with a soft pop, Soarin' began to complain, before Rainbow got on top of his figure, straddling him. His mind went blank as the devilish mare began to lower herself onto him, feeling his shaft approach her entrance. With a few strokes on her clitoris that sent mind-numbing waves of pleasure through her system, Rainbow plunged down onto the Wonderbolt, allowing him to completely fill her up.
The moans of two ponies entwined in passion ripped through the air, the male's deep and heavy, the female's cracked and high-pitched. Soarin' looked past the mare that sat impaled upon his stallionhood at his captain, sitting by herself, redfaced with arousal.
"S-Spitfire, come-ugh- here!" He threw his head back in pleasure at the velvet walls squeezing his member as hooves padded toward him. Spitfire lowered herself over his muzzle, facing Rainbow Dash, hair wilder than ever.
Immediately the two mares above the stallion engaged in an intense kiss, their tongues tangling and wrestling eachother, trying to stay connected despite Rainbow's sharp up-down motions. The kiss was interrupted by a long moan as Soarin's tongue found Spitfire's hard, engorged nub, nipping at it. Just the sound of her voice sent Rainbow's mind reeling; it was hot, heavy, and raspy in arousal in the sexiest possible way. Rainbow shivered and gasped in pleasure once more, her walls clenching as she gyrated upon her lover's diamond-hard shaft, which sent a moan through Soarin'. As a result, Spitfire moaned again when the vibrations shot through her clit. It was a beautiful chain reaction, as finely tuned and precise as a clock.
All good things had to end, eventually, as Rainbow soon found. The fires of orgasm had once more begun to brew in her abdomen, ricocheting through her swollen and roughly moving sex. She thrust herself harder than ever upon the stallion's cock, stoking the fire, as she rammed back nto Spitfire's mouth, who squealed herself. The moment approached for all three ponies; perhaps, by some unholy miracle of Celestia, they could reach the fireworks at once.
An unholy miracle was granted as three piercing cries shredded the air. Spitfire's head lolled from side to side as her walls clenched repeatedly to the quivering of her clitoris under the rapid taps of Soarin's tongue. Rainbow thrashed unstoppably as her release turned her into a beast, a very force to be reckoned with. She cried out, feeling every nerve in her body spark as she clenched repeatedly over the shaft of the stallion buried within her folds. Soarin' too reached the edge and beyond as he gave a stifled grunt into his captain's marehood, releasing pulse after pulse of hot come into Rainbow's sex, riding each shockwave of pleasure to completion.
The two mares fell to either side of the stallion, who stretched his hooves around each of their shoulders, drawing them close. Rainbow Dash glowed and closed her eyes, nearing the brink of a glorious nap, before a smooth but exhausted voice broke the silence.
Spitfire smiled at the cyan pegasus. "Welcome to the Wonderbolts."
Rainbow felt elated, explosive. She'd have done another rainboom, lest her muscles not have been this exhausted. Instead, she simply smiled.
"Oh, one last thing, Rainbow Dash." Spitfire added.
"BEEP. BEEP. BEEPBEEPBEEP."
Rainbow beamed into her pillow, feeling incredible for a reason she couldn't place. She stirred, and felt a certain inexplicable sensitivity in her loins. Throwing off her covers, she inspected. Her sheets were soaked, rivaling Rainbow's dripping marehood. Whatever she was dreaming had made her come, big time.
Must've been some dream.
With a giant smile, Rainbow launched herself from the tangles of covers. Doing a loop in celebration, Rainbow grabbed her turtle from his cage.
"Tank! It's Wonderbolt day!" She exclaimed, twirling around the frightened pet. "It's going to be SO awesome!"
With a brief pause in thought, she added,
"Ya never know, ANYTHING could happen!"
