Team Bonding

by dirty little secret

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Rainbow Dash, Romance, Porn, Sex, Slice of Life, Wonderbolts, Human, Spitfire
Length: 10518

Teamwork is very important to the Wonderbolts. That's why their policy ensures that they stay close and release any pent-up tensions.

Teamwork is very important to the Wonderbolts. That's why their policy ensures that they stay close and release any pent-up tensions. They'll do whatever it takes to bring them closer together.

It's especially important to promote team camaraderie when they're welcoming a new teammate.

Cover image by uotapo.

Published 2015-10-30 20:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-10-30 20:50:02 UTC

The Locker Room

Rainbow Dash soared high above the Cloud Colosseum's practice field, the fine spring air ruffling through her flight suit. It felt wonderful against her sweat-soaked skin underneath. These new jetpacks were awesome! Sunlight flared through the visor of her helmet, then vanished away again just as quickly as she hit the apex of the highest vertical loop in this routine.

Her hands gripped the pack's controls hard enough to make her bones creak, and the five-point harness strapping her to the thing pinched terribly during high-gee maneuvers, but this was by far the best flying experience she'd ever had in all her days of training to be part of the Wonderbolts flight team. The freedom and maneuverability these jetpacks provided was unlike anything else in the world.

As she rounded into the bottom of the loop, the rest of the team came into view. Soarin and Spitfire came at her side by side, nearing the bottom of their own loops that would be exactly opposite to hers. From above, Silver Lining and Misty Fly barreled down toward the same point. From below, Blaze and Fleetfoot shot upward.

Rainbow adjusted her throttle with little blips of her wrist around the handle. For this part of the routine, the timing was crucial. If anyone was even a split second off, there could be a terrible crash.

The crossover went without a hitch – of course. She felt the wind of the others' passage around her in a series of sharp whoosh noises that buffeted her side to side as she passed. That was the most terrifying part, though she'd never admit it to her teammates. They'd given her the easiest part of the routine: with no one to match her timing with side-by-side, it was easier for her to get her own timing right. She didn't mind them taking it a little easy on her, though. She'd only been introduced to the new advanced jetpacks last Thursday. If it were anyone less awesome, they would never be letting her try advanced routines with it yet. But, of course, she was Rainbow Dash, after all, and she'd taken to the new packs so easily that even Spitfire had been impressed.

She took a tight corner, the straps digging into her armpits, chafing against the side straps of her sports bra. She didn't know how the bigger-chested girls on the team could handle it. Even she had it bad enough.

That brought her around parallel to Blaze. Embarrassingly, Rainbow had first mistaken Blaze for Spitfire: both of them were yellow-skinned, orange-haired girls, but she'd learned to tell the difference very quickly after that initial blow-up. The two of them followed the curve around the Colosseum's edge, scraping by just inches from the fluffy surface.

Rising turbulence from the warm surface buffeted her. Some kind of rhythmic shaking was building up in the pack! She jolted way too close to the cloud, jerked back up again. She'd over-corrected! The pack twisted her sideways. NO!

A savage – and yet perfectly modulated – turn of the two control sticks brought her back into formation. She tried and failed to keep her breathing steady. Nothing came over the comm, so none of the others had noticed her near-wipeout. That was good, at least. She'd never live it down if she'd screwed up in her very first official practice routine.

A sharp turn upward, and it was time to hit the boost button. The leg straps pressed into her crotch and she rocketed straight up. All she could see was the sun above, making her squint her eyes nearly shut, but she could imagine what it would look like.

The other six Wonderbolts would just now be peeling off from her flight vector one by one like petals from a flower, and for its stem, the uniquely beautiful trail of rainbow-colored smoke she'd insisted be added to her jetpack's booster. It would be incredible! Sure, this time nobody would be watching, but when they took this routine live, it would make an awesome role for her to play in her debut air show.

An insistent beeping suddenly filled her helmet. Oh shit! The fuel warning! She'd boosted for too long!

She cut the throttle to zero and let herself drop. Wind shook her around, but she held her body stiff, just as she'd been trained, and soon at least got control of her fall. She spread out as far as she could to help increase the air braking. She'd be okay. They'd trained for this. The packs had enough emergency fuel reserve to pull off a landing from this high ... if you timed it just right.

Three hundred feet... Maybe? It was hard to judge when it was moving so fast. Two hundred feet... She wished they would have installed altimeters in these helmets. One hundred feet... NOW! She yanked back on both sticks and hit maximum boost.

She descended in a rainbow blaze of glory, barreling down toward the floor of the Colosseum at literally breakneck speed.

But the incredible power of the jetpack saw her through it. When her feet struck the cloud pavement, it was with no more force than a hard kick – enough to make her boots pound into her ankles and enough to jolt her knees, but not enough to hurt anything.

She stood there in the middle of the flight field for a moment, just catching her breath. Her chest heaved, and with one hand, she unlatched her helmet and dropped it to the cloud, letting her long rainbow hair shake loose. It clung to her sweaty face.

Misty Fly touched down next to her, much more gently. “Woah! Nice landing there, kid!” She tore off her own helmet, revealing that she'd had enough foresight to put a sweatband on underneath – it was light green, just like her hair, and contrasted well against her pale yellow skin. “Way to push the limits!”

Blushing, Rainbow squatted and shrugged her jetpack off onto the cloud surface, unbuckling the harness noisily. “Heh, uh... Yeah! That's what I do.”

“Rainbow Dash!” Spitfire smashed into the cloud, blasting Rainbow's mane out of her face with her jet backwash, dropping to her knees to absorb the impact. She unlatched her helmet and jetpack almost magically fast, dropping them before she rose back up. In an instant, she stood right in Rainbow's face, pointing two fingers just a hair's breadth away from Rainbow's nose. “How dare you?”

Rainbow wanted to back away, but her jetpack was right behind her, and she didn't want to stumble over it. “Um... I didn't really have—”

Spitfire grabbed Rainbow's chin and whipped it around as she whirled to the discarded jetpack. She pulled Rainbow in close and pointed to the fuel gauge. It was all the way at the bottom of the red zone, and it rang back with a dull echo when she tapped it. “You didn't have any fuel, that's what you didn't have! The emergency reserve is just that for emergencies, it is NOT for showing off, you understand me?”

Rainbow, her chin still gripped tightly between Spitfire's fingers, nodded quickly and jerkily.

“If you're going to last more than one season out there, safety has got to be your number one priority! Hotshots make for hot messes when they go splat, got it?”

Rainbow nodded again.

“I said, got it?”

“Yes Ma'am!” Rainbow shot up straight again, snapping to attention and pulling her face free of Spitfire's hand.

“Good.” Spitfire stood up, pulled her Aviators from her deliciously curved chest pocket, snapped them open with a flick of her wrist, and slipped them on.

By that time, the rest of the team had landed.

“That was some good work out there, team,” Spitfire said to no one in particular. “Good fundamentals, and pretty flawless for a brand new routine. I'll see you in the locker room.”

Rainbow followed them, her head held low. Any thoughts of passing her near-disaster off as awesomeness were gone now. Everyone would have seen her getting chewed out by Spitfire, and that meant none of them would be admiring her for it. They wouldn’t dare.

They all filed down through the cloud-walled tunnel together until they reached the doors for the locker rooms. Misty Fly and Blaze were the first two inside, already beginning to shuck off their uniforms even as they stepped through the door.

But then Soarin and Silver Lining followed them – through the same door!

Rainbow froze in her tracks, staring at the door. Why weren't they splitting off into the men's locker room?

Fleetfoot stopped next to her, and Spitfire paused in the doorway. “What's wrong?” Fleetfoot asked.

Speechless, Rainbow couldn't think of any way to phrase it that wouldn’t sound like some kind of accusation. “I... uh.”

“Oh!” From the doorway, Spitfire laughed. “She doesn't know about the after-practice orgy. It's her first real practice routine.” She disappeared inside, calling out, “You're in for a treat, kid,” before the door closed behind her.

“O-orgy?” Rainbow mumbled.

Fleetfoot slapped Rainbow's ass. “Yeah, come on. You do not want to miss this!” She unzipped her flight suit and shucked her arms out of it, letting it hang around her waist.

Rainbow couldn't help but stare. Fleetfoot's clinging white sports bra struggled to hold back her enormously endowed chest, and the sweat from their practice had made it a little bit transparent. Wide, dark blue nipples showed through it, contrasting against the light blue of her skin.

“Come on, kid,” Fleetfoot said, walking into the locker room.

Rainbow's eyes were wide as she followed. She usually tried – and tried hard – not to stare at the other ladies in the locker room. Probably none of them even knew she was a lesbian. But she knew she must have just been caught staring at Fleetfoot's tits. No girl so lithe and toned could possibly have breasts like that... right?

As soon as she walked into the room, a collective cheer rang out.

“Finally, the party can start,” Soarin said, coming up to Rainbow and casually wrapping an arm around her thin waist. “It's about time we properly welcomed Rainbow into the group!” He unzipped his flight suit all the way down, revealing some nice-looking abs and his bulging briefs below.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Rainbow stared at her fellow Wonderbolts and their various states of undress. “Nobody told me about any orgy.”

Spitfire walked up to them then rubbed her hand down Soarin's belly and into his briefs without even looking. “Well, we don't exactly publicize it. You did read the Wonderbolt Handbook, though, didn't you?”

Reading regulations? That was for nerds! “I— Of... course I've read it!”

“Well, then you already know that good teamwork depends on close team relations, and nothing brings people closer than some good old-fashioned fucking, am I right?”

“Oh Soar-iiin...” Misty Fly's catcall drew Rainbow's attention... which was quickly drawn downward. She stood stark naked, leaning against the side of a locker as if she was fully clothed. A tight little patch of turquoise over her crotch perfectly matched her hair. Her fingers caressed a tiny nipple on her enormous round breast. They were obviously artificial, but they were huge, and Rainbow couldn't help but stare.

“If you'll excuse me, ladies...” Soarin pulled Spitfire's hand out of his underwear, kissed it, and sauntered over toward Misty.

Spitfire shook her head. “That guy does have a weakness for silicone.” She opened her flight suit wide, revealing her sports bra stretched over firm-looking tits. “Mine might not be very big, but they're all real. Go on, have a squeeze.”

Rainbow's eyes went wide. “What? No!” She felt her cheeks burning. “I mean, I'm flattered, but I'm not really... um...” Damn that chest was fascinating. Sleek belly below, scary/sexy face above, and in between, delicious-looking boobies that were just the right size to fill a hand. She could see the little bumps of Spitfire's nipples poking through it. Goddess, Spitfire's nipples! “I'm not a—”

“Oh shut up, Rainbow Dash.” Spitfire grabbed Rainbow's hand and pulled it up against her right breast, rubbing it in circles against herself. “You're not fooling anybody.”

Rainbow was fondling Spitfire's tits all on her own now, with both hands, even though she didn't remember raising the other one. Impulsively, she grabbed the bottom hem of the bra and lifted it up, giving herself only a tiny glimpse of those glorious boobies before her hands covered them again. She luxuriated in the soft, warm skin, the slight resistance and then easy surrender of Spitfire's lovely pair. They were perfect, for all their smallness, and beautifully shaped. Even without the support of the bra, they didn't sag one bit, and they still stayed close enough together to give Spitfire a bit of cleavage.

Spitfire's breathing became heavier. Her sunglasses slipped a little lower on her nose as Rainbow pinched a nipple. “Mmm, nice.” She grabbed the upper edges of the zipper on Rainbow's flight suit and pulled her close. “But turnabout is fair play, isn't it?”

One deft movement pulled Rainbow's zipper all the way down. Rainbow gasped as Spitfire's hands found their way inside. They didn't go for her chest, or even her crotch. They wrapped around her waist inside the suit, gripping her lower back and pulling her up against Spitfire's body. Rainbow could feel the warmth of Spitfire’s belly against hers, and her hands were pinned between Spitfire's breasts and her own little nubs. Spitfire kissed her neck, up from her collar bone in a titillating line all the way up to the bottom of her ear.

When Spitfire finally pulled away, Rainbow was left breathless. She dropped her hands away from her captain's delicious breasts, fingering the slightly-wet skin of her own neck with one and letting the other drop dumbly. How could this even be happening? It was a fantasy come true, of course, but fantasies didn't usually come true, that's why they were fantasies. She stared at Spitfire's round boobs, unduly fascinated with how far they jutted out, how the curve of their undersides hung amazingly before meeting her chest, the way her proud nipples poked out slightly upward.

“Rainbow!”

She shook her head. Had she missed something? She looked down. Her hands had been stretching out toward those delicious tits. “Uh...”

Spitfire shook her head and rolled her eyes, sticking her glasses back into her loose-hanging breast pocket. “I said, how about you come over to the bench and let us welcome you in properly?”

“Oh. Sure.” Rainbow gave Spitfire's tits one more glance. Why waste such a wonderful opportunity? Impulsively, she reached out again and grabbed them with both hands. They were just so damn perfect.

Spitfire grabbed one of her hands and dragged her to the middle of the room. “Enough, there's going to be plenty of time for that later.” She glanced around the room, gesturing to a few of the other Wonderbolts. “First, your team needs to see you.” She casually reached in and lifted Rainbow's sports bra up over her tiny breasts, sending tingles through her as the lower elastic slipped over her nipples. “All of you. Come on, team.”

All of them quickly came over, except for Soarin and Fleetfoot. When Rainbow looked for them, her mouth dropped open. Soarin was completely nude, and Fleetfoot had discarded her bra, letting her flight suit hang loosely around her generous hips. Her boobs were huge and pillowy, squishing together as she reached down and held Soarin's stiff cock with both hands. As Rainbow watched, Fleetfoot dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. Her enormous – and definitely natural – breasts swung below her arms as she bobbed back and forth. Things were getting real!

Hands on her flight suit snapped her back to more immediate concerns. Misty Fly and Silver Lining held her suit from either side, and they quickly tugged it off of her arms and then down to the ground. Now, it only covered her ankles. She was exposed in front of all of them, her bra scrunched up into her armpits and showing off the slight curves of her breasts, and a little pair of black boyshort panties below to hide her ass and crotch.

Spitfire, right in front of her, touched a finger to each of Rainbow's nipples, rubbing them a little before slowly sliding the fingers downward, following the sleek curves of Rainbow's belly down to her crotch. They played a little with the little mound there bulging from her panties, then continued down her thin, muscular legs until Spitfire had to kneel down in front of her. From behind, Blaze's yellow hands wrapped around Rainbow, and Blaze's lithe body pressed up onto her back. One hand strayed downward, slipping into her panties, the other moved up to cup and rub one of Rainbow's little tits.

Rainbow moaned and grabbed a huge handful of Misty's fake tits. They were firm, unyielding, and impossibly round, yet it was still amazingly erotic to touch them, to flick her thumb up and down over her little nipples, to caress the huge curve, far more than her hand could encompass.

On her other side, Silver reached out and began massaging Rainbow's other breast, rubbing it around and pinching at her little jutting nipple. His other hand unzipped his flight suit and pulled out a huge, rapidly hardening cock.

“Hey!” Rainbow cried out. “I'm, um...”

They all froze, staring at her.

Well, so much for that secret. “I'm not really into men.”

Silver's hand yanked away. “Oh, heh, sorry.”

“Don't worry about it, Sport.” Spitfire, still kneeling in front of Rainbow, slapped his ass, then boldly grabbed his cock and kissed the tip of it. “How about you and Misty go have some fun? Blaze and I can handle Dashie for now.”

As those two left, Rainbow looked down at Spitfire. “Handle me?”

Spitfire grinned wide, then hooked her thumbs into Rainbow's panties and yanked them down.

Unable to help the reflex, Rainbow clenched her legs together tightly, but that didn't stop Spitfire from nosing her way in and giving her hairless little pussy mound a deep lick that drug across her clit, making her moan.

When Spitfire’s tongue flicked away, she looked up at Rainbow and smiled. “We'll take care of you.”

Blaze's hands from behind grabbed Rainbow's bra and pulled it up, forcing Rainbow to raise her arms and let it come free. She stuck her mouth right up next to Rainbow's ear and whispered, “We've been waiting a long time for this.”

“Only a few weeks.” Rainbow looked over her shoulder at her.

“You should see her back, Spits.” Blaze ran a hand down Rainbow's spine, a hand that eventually found its way under her ass to rub Rainbow's quickly-moistening pussy. “It's incredible.”

Spitfire stood back up and grabbed Rainbow by the shoulders. She had a devious gleam in her eyes.

Taking the opportunity, Rainbow grabbed those nice yellow tits again. Damn they were so perfect and perky! They tantalized Rainbow with their roundness even as she fondled and squeezed them.

Her opportunity to enjoy that perfect pair was short-lived, though. Spitfire spun her around bodily, making her legs stumble and twist in the rumpled heap of her flight suit and panties. She fell forward, catching herself with her hands against the bench, her face pressed into Blaze's bra.

It was the only thing covering her – she must have ditched the flight suit and any underwear while Rainbow wasn't looking – and it didn't last long either. As soon as blaze saw her face there, she lifted the bra off and pressed Rainbow's face against one of her nipples.

Rainbow knew what to do, of course. She flicked it with her tongue and gently sucked, making sure to take every bit of it into her mouth and rub in between her lips. Her hand quickly grabbed up and began rubbing Blaze's other deliciously flat breast. That girl had hardly any tits to speak of; they were even a little smaller than Rainbow's ... but the way Blaze gasped at the contact made them as sexy as any tits Rainbow had ever touched.

Meanwhile, Spitfire was admiring Rainbow's back... and her upthrust backside. Delicate hands ran up and down the curves of Rainbow's sides, then wandered lower, gripping her ass cheeks almost hard enough to hurt. Spitfire spread them apart, then reached in and cupped her hand against Rainbow's pussy lips, spreading their warm wetness back over them.

Rainbow moaned and pushed herself up against that lovely hand.

Blaze pulled Rainbow's chin up and met her with a deep kiss, and from behind, Spitfire's thumb slid inside Rainbow, slipping into her pussy without any resistance at all.

Gasping around Blaze's lips, Rainbow grabbed the other girl and pulled her close, wrapping her arms around her hard, smooth back. Blaze was shockingly thin.

Spitfire was wiggling her thumb now, and grinding her palm against Rainbow's clit. Oh Goddess that felt good! Every time she squeezed toward her palm, her thumb pressed hard onto Rainbow's g-spot.

She moaned. Couldn’t last long like that, she knew. But it felt so good! She was melting into Spitfire's expert touch. “Mmm!” Rainbow squirmed against it. Her whole body was burning, but she couldn't take her hands away from Blaze or she'd fall. “Aah! Somebody grab my tits!”

Blaze couldn't do it. She was still caught in Rainbow's arms, too close and too tangled. But Misty was there in an instant. She reached in between with a slender hand and cupped one of Rainbow's boobs in just the right way, squeezing gently and pressing up toward Rainbow's neck.

Spitfire changed her motion. She moved her thumb in tight, quick circles across Rainbow's g-spot, as if rubbing it against her fingers below, where they pressed against Rainbow's clit, letting it slip between two of them and get rolled back and forth. When Spitfire pressed her other hand over the arch of Rainbow's lower back and pressed down, pushing Rainbow's ass out even more, it pushed her over the top.

Rainbow pulled her mouth away from Blaze's and screamed her passion to the whole room. Spitfire didn't stop; if anything, she started moving faster, and that stoked the fire of Rainbow's orgasm, keeping it going impossibly long. Her back arched even more and her pussy tried to swallow Spitfire’s thumb whole, pulling it deep inside. Rainbow's whole body shuddered and convulsed, twitching around the flare of hot liquid pleasure where Spitfire's hand touched her.

Spitfire pulled her hand free before Rainbow was even done twitching. She tisked. “You always were proud of being the fastest.”

Rainbow gasped for breath, still reeling. She was clutching Blaze far too hard, and Misty had moved from caressing Rainbow's little breasts to slowly rolling Rainbow's nipples between her delicate fingers.

“Doesn't seem fair,” Spitfire said, “that you should get off so easy, when neither of us has had so much as a lick yet.”

More or less recovered now, Rainbow grinned at her over her shoulder. “Well, get that flight suit off already, and I'll rock your world.”

With a wide smile, Spitfire took a step back and slipped the bottom half of the flight suit off of herself. As it fell from her wide hips, it revealed Spitfire's tiny, frilly red panties. They didn't cover much, only a tiny triangle that allowed a bit of hair to escape at the top and her plush pussy lips to bulge out on each side of the bottom, trailing up to thin strings wrapping around to the back. The lace it was made of was transparent enough to show that her hairs had been trimmed into a lightning bolt pattern, with the tip of it pointing to her swollen clit.

Rainbow's mouth was hanging open, she was sure, but she couldn't do anything other than stare.

Spitfire laughed. “You like?”

Rainbow nodded dumbly. Who would go to a practice session wearing panties like that? Did she do that every time? Rainbow's mind played with the idea for a moment, the delicious thought that Spitfire always wore things like that underneath. She could just imagine that little red thong hidden under the short, restrictive skirt of the Wonderbolt's dress uniform. But no, maybe she just wore it today in order to impress Rainbow ... and that was sexy in its own way.

“Well, get down on the bench, and I'll give you a closer look.”

Wasting no time, Rainbow flopped down. She hardly had to do it herself – Blaze seemed eager to get her there, too. The yellow girl sat on the bench, just behind Rainbow, one leg around each side of Rainbow's head. Looking up from the bench, half of Rainbow's vision was filled with the sleek curve of Blaze's belly arching up and away. She couldn't see Blaze's crotch, but she could catch a little whiff of its scent. There was going to be a puddle on the bench, for sure.

To one side, Misty stood. The undersides of her enormous fake tits jutted out stupefyingly far from her chest, but she was looking away from Rainbow, back to where she'd come from. “Come on, Silver! I didn't say you could stop.”

“How about I start something else?” he said as he walked over, his erect cock bouncing.

“Okay!” Misty bent over and kissed Rainbow on the lips as she stuck her ass up in the air behind her.

Silver was behind her in no time, grabbing his cock and lining it up to her with a look of intense concentration on his face. Rainbow's and Misty's mouths parted messily just before he pressed himself into her. Misty's eyes and mouth opened wide. She flung her head back and moaned as Silver's thrust pressed her forward and up. Not one to waste an opportunity, Rainbow reached up with her closer hand and traced her fingers across the almost-spherical outlines of Misty's tantalizingly enhanced chest.

But Spitfire had stood back and watched for long enough. She walked up around Rainbow's other side, kissed Misty for a moment just above her, then swung a leg over the bench and straddled Rainbow's face.

Though she would never admit it to anyone, Rainbow was too shocked even to give her captain a lick. She was suddenly face to cunt with a pussy she'd been fantasizing about for years. Heck, the thought of this pert little thing bulging through a tight Wonderbolts skinsuit was what had fueled some of her very first masturbation sessions as a gangly, tomboyish teen. And there it was, totally exposed, barely an inch from her face.

It was magnificent, all she could ever have wanted. The elegant curves of Spitfire's flat stomach converged between her legs and smoothly melded into two fleshy yet firm lobes, separated by a protruding clit and just a hint of inner lips, all crowned by the carefully-tended lightning bolt of hair just above it. It glistened, and a perfectly clear droplet slowly dripped out to fall on Rainbow's upper lip. She licked it up without thinking, getting her first taste of the wonderful—

“Hey,” Spitfire said, pulling back from her makeout session with Blaze. “Are you going to lick it, or just stare at it?”

Rainbow looked up, but she couldn't see Spitfire's face. Her view was blocked by the undersides of Spitfire's jutting breasts where they pressed against Blaze's little nubs, making themselves bulge out a little sideways. Well, Spitfire had a point. Enough staring, Rainbow needed to taste it!

It only took a slight lift of her chin to make contact, to kiss her lips against the soft and delightfully smooth lips of Spitfire's pussy. For a moment, she just luxuriated in the silky feeling, rubbing her lips back and forth across. No stubble or imperfection here, just flawless tender skin. As her mouth brushed Spitfire's slit open a little, Rainbow ventured her tongue. It was the nectar of the gods, straight from the source. That perfect yellow pussy opened generously for her, letting her tongue glide between the inner lips of it, letting her feel its insides sliding across her as she worked her way up to Spitfire's clit. When she reached it, she latched on, suckling it as she slid her tongue back and forth across its tip.

It didn't take long, less than a minute probably, and Spitfire was arching her back and screaming Rainbow's name, her pussy gushing delicious girl honey straight into Rainbow's mouth. She shuddered and jerked, but Rainbow never let go of her throbbing clit, stretching the climax out as far as she could.

Finally, Spitfire hunched over Rainbow, her face resting against Blaze's shoulder. “By the Invisible Pink One herself, Dashie. I don't think anyone's ever made me cum so fast or so hard.”

“Still the fastest,” Rainbow replied, her words muffled with muff. She was still enjoying Misty's round tits, which were bouncing now as Silver slammed into her rear over and over again. She reached up with her other hand and gave one of Spitfire's lovely tits a quick grope – a firmness on the outside, but it quickly gave way to a softness inside that Misty's could never have.

Blaze chuckled, lifting her self upward and forward. “Let me try her!”

“No way!” Spitfire pushed her back. “You really think I'm going to settle for just one of those?”

“No fair! Just because you're the Captain doesn't mean you get to hog—”

Rainbow gave both of their asses a good spank, one after the other, shutting them up. “Ladies, please!” As both of them looked down at her eyes, she grinned against Spitfire's thighs. “I'm skilled enough for the both of you. Get in here, Blaze.”

Blaze lifted up again, pressing her body against Spitfire's. Her pussy – completely shaved, with less plush outer lips, prominent inner lips and almost exactly the same color as Spitfire's – hung just above the bridge of Rainbow's nose.

“Can't reach both of you yet,” Rainbow said. “Come on, get friendly with each other.”

Both of them scooched closer, but it wasn't close enough until Blaze lifted her right leg over Spitfire's left. Finally, those two pussies mashed together right above Rainbow's mouth.

Dropping her hand away from its comfy spot between Misty's tits, Rainbow grabbed the hips of both girls above her, one in each hand. She'd need all her concentration for this.

Her first lick dragged from the bottom of Spitfire's soaked slit all the way up and across Blaze's hanging lips, spreading them apart to find a little of Blaze's own moisture even as she spread Spitfire's over it.

A few more of those brought moans in turn from each of the girls above as Rainbow slathered her tongue all across their needy mounds. When she saw that they were mashing their clits together, rubbing against one another as their juices rained down on her face, she knew it was time. Her wild, all-over licking stopped, and instead she used the tip of her tongue to caress the two clits where they touched together, giving them only a light, feathery touch.

The effect was immediate. Both girls pressed against each other even harder and more insistently, but Rainbow kept up her teasing, knowing that she was sending sparks of pleasure through both of them.

Lips kissed Rainbow's pussy, and soon a tongue began work on her. She didn't even have the slightest idea who was eating her out! But she definitely couldn't see who it was, and she didn't have any concentration to spare on it anyway. She'd just have to passively enjoy it and try not to let it distract her.

It wasn't easy. Whoever it was, she was good at it. Good enough to make Rainbow lift her legs and wrap them around the back of the girl's head, holding her in. She didn't seem to mind, whoever she was.

Spitfire came first, releasing another flood of juices into Rainbow's mouth and clutching Blaze tight against her. Maybe it was Spitfire's clinging embrace, maybe it was that Rainbow could now put all her efforts into pleasing just one, but Blaze followed soon after, whimpering as she grabbed madly at Spitfire's ass, pulling the other girl up against her pussy. A second gush of sweet nectar came, drenching Rainbow's nose and making it hard to breathe for a moment.

Licking them slowly and relaxingly for a moment, Rainbow let them recover from their orgasms and catch their breaths.

Whoever was eating Rainbow out must have sensed that she was ready for more, because the sensations from down there grew to a whole new level of clit-tingling pleasure. She was giving Rainbow the greatest oral she'd ever gotten! Whoever was down there, she was a master of the erotic arts!

Rainbow squirmed and writhed underneath Spitfire and Blaze, clutching at them as her mysterious pleasurer drove her mad.

The girl licking her kept over and over bringing her to the very brink of orgasm, leaving her teetering over the edge before pulling back, not letting her have the release. Rainbow's pussy burned with the need to get off, but she just couldn't – that girl was too good at reading her. That constant on-edge feeling, though, built and built, and Rainbow soon wasn't sure she'd be able to tell the difference between that and an orgasm anymore.

Rainbow moaned loudly, her face pressed against Blaze and Spitfire. Maybe it was more of a scream. She just couldn't hold it in anymore. Goddess, it was so incredible!

It was all over when the mystery girl reached up and grabbed Rainbow's little tits with her surprisingly big, rough hands. She didn't hold back anymore, driving Rainbow over the edge in an instant.

Finally! Fireworks of pleasure popped all over Rainbow's insides, making her jump and squirm with every little sensation, every touch anywhere on her body. As the biggest, most intense orgasm she'd ever had rocked through her, she bucked up against the bench, throwing off Spitfire and Blaze in her spasms.

Even with them off of her face, she couldn't look down yet. She couldn't make herself. Her belly was still thundering with the aftershocks, those hands were still on her tits, rolling her nipples between fingers.

When it finally settled down enough for Rainbow to regain control of her own muscles, she sat up a little and looked. She had to know who this mystery girl with the golden tongue was.

Her stomach dropped into a pit and her eyes shot open wide. Silver Lining!

A man had done this to her? No way! She didn't like men, not that way.

But there he was, his face still buried in her crotch. He smiled at her, his mouth full of her pussy.

“Silver! How could you...” She paused. Why was he making a face like that? It looked like a—

Silver Lining shuddered and gasped, clutching at Rainbow's ass cheeks as he came. His sticky white cream splattered from below. A few drops of it landed on Rainbow's inner thighs.

Rainbow screamed, and not from pleasure this time. “Ew! Gross! Get it off me!”

Misty Fly's head popped up between Silver Lining and Rainbow. Misty's mouth was covered in the white goo, her lips dripping with it. She blushed. “Oh, sorry Rainbow. Did some of it get on you?”

Rainbow stared at it, cringing and squirming. “Get it off, get it off, get it off!”

“Easy, there, Dash,” Spitfire said, holding Rainbow's shoulders reassuringly. “I'll get it. Just calm down.”

Rainbow did calm down, or at least she tried to. She was pretty sure she managed to look calm on the outside at least.

Spitfire leaned over and carefully licked every last little drop of Silver's cum off of Rainbow's thighs. She did it slowly, sensuously, and with the utmost care to get all of it.

Finally, Rainbow could calm down a little on the inside, too. She still glared at Silver, though. “How could you? You know I'm not into men!”

“And I'm not into women,” Blaze said from behind Rainbow. “But you don't see me complaining. You were good, by the way ... not as good as Silver usually is, but still pretty good.”

Rainbow sat up on the bench. She could feel the moisture of her pussy against it. How much of that moisture was from a man's mouth? “But...”

“Did you enjoy it?” Silver Lining asked.

“I...” Rainbow paused, looking inside herself. “Okay, yeah. I enjoyed it. I really enjoyed it. But—”

“But nothing.” He patted her thigh where Spitfire had been licking it. “If you enjoyed it, why not just let yourself enjoy it and leave it at that?”

“Ugh, fine. Just don't try to stick that... thing inside me.” She pointed to his dangling cock, still glistening from Misty's affections.

“Don't worry, kid,” Spitfire said. “We know our boundaries here. Come on, let's hit the showers.”

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The Showers

Rainbow rose from the bench and followed her fellow Wonderbolts into the showers. She listened to the little pap pap pap sounds of bare feet on tile, and her eyes were glued to the girls in front of her. She couldn't help but watch those gloriously toned, athletic butts in sweet motion.

Spitfire's was eye-catching, of course, with her muscular cheeks sitting high on her long legs, but Rainbow's eyes also drifted toward Misty Fly's pert little bottom and its lovely thigh gap that let her catch little glimpses of a glistening pussy. What her eyes kept being drawn back to, though, was Fleetfoot's lovely ass.

Hers was a class above the rest, even in this crowd. Thick and juicy and so exquisitely shaped, those cheeks were flawless, not a single wrinkle or mole on her perfect skin. Even with all that delicious roundness, Fleetfoot's hips were wide enough to leave a tempting gap between her thighs. From the roundness of her hips, her back curved up in graceful lines through her little waist and up to her delicate shoulders. When she reached up to playfully swat at Soarin, Rainbow caught a glimpse of her tit bouncing wide enough for her to see the side of it. Goddess above, that girl was well-endowed!

Well, Rainbow knew who she wanted for a shower buddy!

At the end of the short hall, curving around the lockers, the showers waited. It was just one big room, all covered in white tile. Half the room was lined with wooden benches and towel hooks already hung with nice, clean-looking white towels. The other half was simply an empty room with half a dozen shower heads poking out of the wall and all the floors sloping toward one common drain in the middle.

None of the other Wonderbolts even broke their pace, each going for a shower. There weren't enough for everyone, but it looked like a few of them were more than happy to share with each other.

Since Rainbow was at the rear, all the spots were taken by the time she arrived.

Thankfully, though, Fleetfoot was all alone under hers. Rainbow watched the girl's huge tits jiggle as she turned on the water and adjusted it to be nice and hot.

“Mind if I join in?”

Fleetfoot turned to look at Rainbow, running a hand through her white hair. Her body was incredible, those big, round tits just hanging in space in front of her, begging to be touched. But her face was dismissive. “Alright, whatever.”

Well, dismissive or not, that was an invitation, and Rainbow wasn't about to turn it down. She sidled up next to Fleetfoot, close enough to share the hot water, not quite close enough for their naked bodies to touch.

Rainbow couldn't help but stare. Goddess, the way that water streamed down Fleetfoot's smooth skin, dripping and flowing over every sensuous curve of her body... Wow.

“What do you think you're doing?”

Rainbow froze and looked down. Her hands had somehow risen up without her knowing, and they were only the slightest smidge away from grabbing Fleetfoot's breasts. “I...” She had to think fast to get out of this one. “I just thought we could help each other scrub those hard to reach spots?”

One of Fleetfoot's eyebrows rose. She wasn't buying it. “I'm not into girls,” she said, mimicking Rainbow's tone from earlier in the locker room. “You know that.”

Rainbow's hands dropped. “Yeah.” She hung her head low.

But then a hand lifted her chin back up. “You are too cute to disappoint though... Tell you what. I'm not down for any girl-on-girl stuff, but I'm not above having a threesome, if you know what I mean.”

Woah. Rainbow recoiled a little. Was she down for something like that? Getting a man involved? She glanced down at Fleetfoot's magnificent tits, and she looked further down, tracing the droplets of water as they traced the smooth curves of her belly, all the way down to her supple pussy lips bulging slightly from where her legs met.

Yeah, for that, Rainbow could put up with having a man around. She nodded.

Fleetfoot grinned back at her. “Soarin!” she called out. “Oh Soar-in... I think you'll want to get over here!”

He didn't take long to come over. Rainbow couldn’t help but look at his well-defined muscles, his abs, and how they trailed down toward... Well, she definitely noticed his cock swinging and hanging free as he walked over. He grinned. “Something I can help you with, ladies?”

Fleetfoot stepped over to him and unabashedly grabbed his cock with one hand, while pulling his head in to meet her in a kiss with her other. He moaned into her mouth and his hands reached around her, holding her close, grabbing her ass. Rainbow felt a tiny pang of envy, seeing his hands at work on her body. She licked her lips just slightly when Soarin's hand wandered a bit further down and rubbed against Fleetfoot's pussy.

When those two separated, both of them were panting a little. Soarin's cock was throbbing hard, still with Fleetfoot's hand wrapped around it.

“There is something you can help us with,” Fleetfoot said. She smiled and ran her other hand up and down his body. “We need you to fuck us.”

He looked up at Rainbow. “Both of you?”

Fleetfoot glanced at Rainbow, and she must have figured that Rainbow was ready, because she turned back to Soarin and nodded. Without looking back, she raised her hand and beckoned Rainbow over with her finger.

It had been a long time since Rainbow had butterflies in her stomach about something to do with sex. She considered herself an expert... and yet, she'd never been with a man before. She walked over, slowly, leaving the shower's warm spray mostly behind her, though some of it still hit her feet.

Soon – all too soon – she was standing right next to the two of them.

Fleetfoot grabbed Rainbow's hand and pulled it close to Soarin's cock, but not all the way to where she was touching him. There was a little gap left. “Go on,” Fleetfoot said, “give him a little rub.”

It was a test, Rainbow realized. Testing to see if Rainbow was really going to go for a real threesome, or if she was just going to go after Fleetfoot while Soarin also fucked her.

Well, it was fair after all. If Rainbow was asking Fleetfoot to go outside her usual comfort zone, then why shouldn't Rainbow have to as well? Still, she'd never done anything like that, never touched one.

“Well?” Fleetfoot said. Time was running out.

Not allowing herself to hesitate any longer, Rainbow reached a little farther and grabbed it.

It was surprisingly warm. The skin was soft, but the thick – shockingly thick – bulk of it was stiff and firm. She let her hand slide down and back up his length, pushing Fleetfoot's hand out of the way.

It was interesting, sort of. Not really turning her on or anything, but it was something totally different, something new. So this is what all those straight girls kept going on about? The thing did feel unlike anything else she'd ever touched ... and she'd experimented enough with dildos to know it would probably feel really good inside her. But was she really ready for that. No, she promised herself, Fleetfoot could take the cock, and she'd take Fleetfoot.

A hand touching her pussy surprised Rainbow. She looked down and saw Fleetfoot's slender blue arm reaching down there. For a woman who wasn't into girls, she knew just how to please one, rubbing Rainbow's clit in little circular motions.

Another hand touched Rainbow: Soarin's, reaching for and grabbing her little flat breast. His other hand was grabbing one of Fleetfoot's big, pillowy tits. He had a huge, overly-satisfied grin on his face, and she realized her hand was still on his cock.

Should she let it go? Before she could decide, Fleetfoot's hand was back on it, too, her slippery fingers intertwined with Rainbow's and using Rainbow's own juices to help her rub it up and down. Fleetfoot's other hand wrapped around behind Rainbow's neck and pulled her in close.

Rainbow moaned as Fleetfoot kissed her, wrapping her free hand around the girl's back and pulling her even closer until their bodies touched. Until Fleetfoot's big, fluffy breast touched and squished all over Rainbow's flat chest. Rainbow's hand wandered downward, luxuriating in Fleetfoot's soft, smooth back until it finally reached low enough to give her ass cheek a good squeeze. Somehow, it was right there at the perfect point between firm and soft ... probably the finest butt Rainbow had ever touched – even better than that one time she'd grabbed Rarity's!

But then Fleetfoot started sinking lower, pulling Rainbow down with her, still kissing Rainbow, still helping Rainbow jack Soarin off.

Before long, they were both squatting in front of him, their lips still locked together, their hands still intertwined around Soarin's cock, their free arms still wrapped around each other's backs. But as they'd gone down, one of Fleetfoot's legs had slipped between Rainbow's thighs, and vice versa. Rainbow gasped a little when the soft, warm skin of Fleetfoot's thigh touched her pussy, and she adjusted her own leg a little to respond in kind. She could feel it against her leg, she could feel Fleetfoot's glorious little slit, and she could feel how wet it already was.

The two of them started rocking back and forth a little, only tiny motions – their sensitive skin wasn't slick enough for sliding yet, so they moved just enough to stretch and push it a little, not enough to hurt but enough to feel amazing.

Fleetfoot's lips, still interlocked with Rainbow's, began moving a little to the side. Rainbow was too busy sliding her tongue against the tantalizingly detailed surface of Fleetfoot's to notice what was happening... Until she felt Soarin's cock push forward in her hand, and then she felt something bump against the side of her mouth, right at the corner of her lips, where hers met Fleetfoot's.

Before Rainbow could decide how to react, Fleetfoot opened her mouth wider and let the round tip of Soarin's cock slip between their lips.

What? Rainbow hadn't been prepared for that at all! It was all big and warm, and it had a funny taste to it, even though she knew he'd just been in the shower. Her eyes went wide, but Fleetfoot held the back of her head, grabbing Rainbow's hair and forcing her to continue the kiss... Or was it a blowjob now?

But Rainbow was getting wet down below now, and not from the shower. She assured herself that it was just because of Fleetfoot's rubbing against her, the feeling of Fleetfoot's voluptuous tits up against her meager chest. The sudden increase in her arousal certainly had nothing to do with the softly throbbing cock between their mouths. Nothing at all.

Fleetfoot's hand dropped from Soarin's cock down to cradle his balls, and with that much room on it freed up, she started sliding their mouths up and down his length.

That earned a deep groan from Soarin, and his cock twitched hard.

Rainbow could feel every bit of it, and she still wasn't sure about having that thing in her mouth ... but then again, Fleetfoot's thigh against hers felt amazing, and Rainbow could still feel the soft touch of Fleetfoot's lips around the edges of Soarin's shaft. It was ... nice, despite all the maleness involved.

Soarin was grunting with their every motion, and it didn't take long for him to get worked up enough to want more. He pulled away a little, and nudged both of them upward.

As they rose, Rainbow finally let go of his cock. Why had she been holding it this whole time? Instead, she reached out and touched Fleetfoot's gloriously soft mound. She felt a deep, silky wetness there, and in just a moment, she was busily rubbing it into every curve and crevice of Fleetfoot's pussy lips, until she was slippery all over.

Fleetfoot, despite her avowed aversion to girls, moaned and gasped at the tender caresses of Rainbow's fingers, making Rainbow grin.

But then Soarin grabbed Fleetfoot by the hips and turned her to face away from him. “You ready, babe?” he asked.

She backed up onto him, pulling Rainbow along with her so she'd be sandwiched between Rainbow and Soarin.

Rainbow kept her hand busy on Fleetfoot's pussy, and she also reached another hand up to caress Fleetfoot's big, soft breasts.

Something touched Rainbow's hand from the other side. Stiff and warm, and now all-too-familiar. As Fleetfoot arched herself back to meet him, Soarin's cock pushed Rainbow's fingers aside and plunged deep into Fleetfoot's pussy. Rainbow couldn't help but feel the veins of it as it slipped between her fingers. She felt Fleetfoot's puffy lips bulge and spread as they were stretched open.

But most of all, Rainbow couldn't help but look at Fleetfoot's face as it happened. Her mouth hung slightly open, her lips pouting outward, and her pleasure-flooded eyes seemed to open wider and wider as more of Soarin slipped into her. She gasped, closed her eyes for a moment, and when he'd finally gotten his entire length inside, she let out a deep, deep moan.

Fleetfoot opened her eyes and stared right into Rainbow's, even as Rainbow could feel the little twitches of Fleetfoot's pussy clenching around Soarin's cock. “You must have no idea how this feels,” she said softly. “Do you like to see him fuck me? You like the idea of him pushing a little bit of your wetness all the way into me?”

Before Rainbow could respond, Fleetfoot pulled her in close and kissed her deeply. Somehow her mouth seemed warmer, wetter than it had before. Somehow softer, more eager to slurp and slide all over Rainbow's lips ... and beyond.

Rainbow felt the rhythmic bounce through Fleetfoot's body and mouth every time Soarin thrusted into her. She could feel Fleetfoot trembling every time he pulled back.

The two of them gradually moved faster and faster as Rainbow contented herself with making out with Fleetfoot and fondling that gorgeous girl's body ... her stunning natural tits and her sumptuous pussy, so alluring even when it was being pounded full of cock.

Fleetfoot was far too gone to give Rainbow any special attention, obviously, although Soarin did take an occasional break from grabbing Fleetfoot's hips and breasts to reach out and give Rainbow's little nubs a grab, or maybe a nipple tweak. Nothing wrong with that – it was just extra stimulation to go with her enjoying Fleetfoot's amazing body.

Pulling away from their kiss, Fleetfoot laid her head against Rainbow's shoulder, gasping for breath as her hair rubbed up and down against Rainbow's cheek. Her hands clutched Rainbow's back hard against her and her moans got louder and louder.

With Fleetfoot's face no longer filling her view, Rainbow suddenly noticed they had an audience. Most of their fellow Wonderbolts were watching, some pretended to shower as they looked, some just stood and stared, Spitfire and Silver Lining were busily stroking each other off as they watched.

Didn't matter. After all, hadn't Rainbow just had sex with most of them a few minutes ago? It wasn't anything they hadn't seen before.

Fleetfoot's moans grew louder, right next to Rainbow's ear. She somehow found a moment between them, though, to give Rainbow a raspy, fevered whisper: “Please! Please lick my clit. Unh! I'm so close.”

She didn't have to ask Rainbow twice for that! Rainbow dropped to her knees and immediately pressed her face into Fleetfoot's crotch, squeezing between her soft thighs and finding her splayed-open pussy. Fleetfoot's clit wasn't hard to find, not with how her lips were spread open and how it was jutting out so needily.

Rainbow took it into her mouth without hesitation, letting it slide in and out between her lips, tickling it with the tip of her tongue, giving it long, loving licks.

Fleetfoot's pussy clenched hard – Rainbow could feel it in her mouth – and a warm shower gushed out around Soarin's cock. Rainbow did her best to lap it up, even if it meant licking his cock and balls a little. It was only Fleetfoot's orgasmic juices she wanted, after all, and a little contact with Soarin wasn't a big deal; she'd had it totally in her mouth a few moments ago.

By the time Fleetfoot had regained control of herself – no thanks to Rainbow's continuing efforts on her clit – Soarin was gasping and groaning even louder than she had. “Oh babe, oh babe! I'm—”

“Oh fuck!” Fleetfoot shouted. “Pull it out! Pull it out!”

He did, just in time.

Unfortunately for Rainbow, her own mouth was still there, still open, and Soarin's jerk backward had nudged Fleetfoot's pussy away from Rainbow's lips.

The first thick jet of cum shot straight into Rainbow's mouth, splashing against the back of her throat. Two more came before she had the presence of mind to close her stupid mouth.

More of it came, coating her lips and face, dripping down onto her chest. She yanked herself back, but by then, he was mostly done, leaving only a few dribbles that dripped down onto Fleetfoot's thighs.

It was all over her! It was in her mouth! Rainbow grimaced, feeling the warmth of it, her mouth full of its musky taste.

“Oh no! You poor little lesbian!” Fleetfoot had her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide. But then she relaxed and smiled. “Here, let me help you with that.” She pulled Rainbow up to her and kissed Rainbow right on her sticky, messy lips. When Fleetfoot lowered herself a little and tilted her head up without breaking the kiss, Rainbow finally understood.

Their mouths opened, and it flowed out. Fleetfoot guzzled it down without any hesitation, eagerly licking and slurping it from Rainbow's lips.

When Rainbow had no more to give – though she still couldn't get the taste out of her mouth – Fleetfoot broke the messy kiss and instead started licking Rainbow's face, cleaning Soarin's cum off of her.

Rainbow had never really had her face licked like this, and certainly not by a gorgeous woman! It was an... interesting sensation, and she was starting to like it.

But Fleetfoot must have figured Rainbow's face was clean enough. She moved downward, kissing Rainbow's neck on her way to Rainbow's chest. There, she licked even more sensually, carefully dragging her tongue across Rainbow's skin, with a playful flick at the end of every long slide. Rainbow gasped when Fleetfoot moved over to suck one cum-splattered nipple.

When Fleetfoot went for the other nipple, though, she didn't stop at that. She snuck her hand down below and slipped a couple fingers effortlessly inside Rainbow's pussy.

Only then did Rainbow realize just how soaking wet she'd gotten. Fleetfoot's fingers moved so easily along Rainbow's slick inner skin.

With her mouth still latched on to the nipple of Rainbow's tiny breast, Fleetfoot gave that hand her all, rubbing relentlessly in just the right places. For a woman who supposedly wasn't into girls, she sure had some skill with girls! Rainbow moaned loudly and reached down for Fleetfoot's amazing tits. She rolled them in her hands, squeezing and rubbing, feeling every bit of their magnificent softness, even as Fleetfoot did her best.

It didn't take long, not long at all, before Rainbow shuddered and almost fell as her legs threatened to stop working. Her whole core throbbed and the blissful surge of orgasm shot up though her body. She grabbed Fleetfoot and held her tight, as much for support as out of affection, and she screamed her joy to everyone in the shower.

When she finally stopped trembling and could stand on her own, Rainbow released her hold on Fleetfoot and staggered back into the shower's spray.

“Right.” Fleetfoot smiled. “Let's get cleaned up. And I think... Yeah, this time, I'd love for you to help me with those hard-to-reach places.”

Soarin laughed. “Not into girls, huh?”

She splashed some water on him. “You keep that up, and I won't let you help!”

Rainbow looked at him, at his dumb grin, the way his muscles all tapered down toward ... that meaty cock hanging freely between his legs. She felt something weird inside herself. Had this little bit of fun been somehow better than any other she'd had before? No, of course not, and if it was, that was simply because it was with the Wonderbolts, and one of the hottest of them on top of it. Not because she had some undiscovered desire for cock. Of course not.

But when Soarin came over and joined them in the shower, she didn't object to it. And she didn't object to it when he wanted to help spread soap over her ass. And she even helped Fleetfoot soap him up in return.

She was just going along with it, of course. There was no way she'd be interested in really trying things out with a man. No interest whatsoever in finding out what it felt like to have that big, warm, so-soft-and-so-hard-at-the-same-time cock pushing in and out of her pussy, filling her up with his hot seed and—

Yeah. No interest at all in that. And that was final.

After far too much helping each other, they made their way over to the other side of the shower room and joined their teammates in toweling off. Rainbow took the opportunity to take another gratuitous look at them. Blaze's tight little ass shaking as she toweled her back, Misty's big round tits moving unnaturally on her chest as she rubbed them dry, the way Spitfire's perfectly shaped breasts hung on her when she reached up to wrap a towel around her head, and of course Fleetfoot's incredible rack. This time, though, her eyes didn't spare Soarin's cock recovering to near-erection already, or the fine way Silver Lining's muscular butt jiggled when Misty slapped it with her towel.

When they were dry and heading back to the locker room, though, the purpose of the exercise really hit her. She no longer felt like the 'new girl', the outsider. She felt like she was one of them, as if she'd hung out with them for years. She felt like she could trust any of them with anything.

She was a Wonderbolt now, one of the team. Comfortably walking along totally naked like most of them – save for her rainbow hair wrapped up in a towel – Rainbow smiled wide.

As soon as they got to the lockers, everyone was pulling on their clothes again, and Rainbow couldn't help but take an interest in the way Spitfire's boobs jiggled as she wrangled them into a lacy red bra. Blaze drew attention with her shockingly tiny thong panties – they only covered a tiny triangle of her pussy, and they were cut so low that Blaze's clit threatened to pop up over the top hem at any moment.

Rainbow had never seen anything like when Soarin's cock slipped over the waistband of his boxers and flopped inside as he pulled them up. Then Misty – still topless and showing off her augmented tits shamelessly – bent over to tie her shoes ... which wouldn’t have been a big deal except that she was wearing a very high-cut miniskirt and nothing underneath it to cover her pussy lips, which were still glossy with her liquid excitement, despite the recent shower.

She watched Silver Lining's muscles flex as he pulled his shirt down over his head, purely in academic interest of course. And then there was Fleetfoot. Rainbow gaped at the difference a bra and a low-cut blouse made on that woman. It took her to a whole new level of stunning, and it made her tits look impossibly tantalizing.

Rainbow herself – distracted as she was – found herself one of the last ones to finish dressing, choosing her usual skirt with tight athletic shorts underneath, along with a white tank top that complimented her color. She didn't bother with a bra, not with most of the team already waiting on her. Who cared if her nipples poked out a little? Maybe she'd need that if she wanted her chest to get any attention in company like this.

Spitfire nudged her side as they made for the locker room door. “So, I've heard that some of the guys are throwing Fire Streak a big party tonight to commemorate him making it into the hall of fame.”

Fleetfoot wrapped an arm around Rainbow's waist from the other side. “Lightning Streak and Misty planned it and put everything together.” She smiled and whispered close to Rainbow's ear, “And they always invite lots of horny fans, if you're interested.”

“I am so there!” Rainbow couldn't help but let out a big whoop of excitement. “Can I invite my friends?”

“Are they horny fans?” Fleetfoot asked.

“They're horny.”

Spitfire laughed and punched Rainbow's shoulder. “I like your style, kid.”

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