Author's Note

... Happy birthday, Jenny, wherever you are...

Wonderbolts' Academy is a Good Place for Lovers

Despite how fast he was beating his wings, Whirlwind was still keeping up with him, and in fact just now managed to get a bit ahead of him if he was not mistaken. It was hard to tell with how fast they were flying.

Guess she had returned to her shape too, he mused as the passed two trees they had agreed was the finish line.

They both landed on the ground and shifted their wings back into hands, needing to rest a bit. Whirlwind had insisted on doing five hundred laps around the park; an exercise quite frequent in the Wonderbolts Academy. They’ve been doing those laps and some other workout for a few days, both in order to help her get back to her shape before she got wounded in the fire, as well as get Prism ready for the Academy.

“Well, I think you’re going to do just fine,” Whirlwind said, looking back at him and rubbing her shoulders. She walked over to the bag they left under a tree and fell down next to it, leaning against the tree and drinking water. “Although I wouldn’t put it past Captain Spitfire to be extra hard on you.”

“Lucky me,” Prism joked, joining her. “Yeah, I can see Auntie Spitfire doing that; probably as a payback for joining only now and not as soon as I reached the minimal age.”

She elbowed him playfully. “I meant that she wouldn’t want anybody to think you are getting a preferential treatment, since your parents and girlfriend are all Wonderbolts.”

Faking a shocked expression, Prism turned to her. “Wait, so I won’t-” he tried to say, but when Whirlwind deadpanned at him he couldn’t help but not burst with chuckle.

He could almost feel her rolling her eyes at him. “You know, if you had spend half the time on honing your flying skills as you do with your jokes, you would probably be able to Sonic Rainboom by now,” she joked, hitting him lightly in the shoulder.

Before she could bring her hand back, Prism grabbed it and pulled her to him. As she fell into his arms, a little shocked, he kissed her deeply, embracing her. “I would rather spend all of that time with you,” he said in a husky voice when they broke the kiss.

Whirlwind smirked. “Cheesy,” she said, but leaned closer to kiss him again, and then again.

“Mmm… wanna go back to my place?” Prism asked her after another kiss.

It didn’t surprise him in the least when a grin slowly spread across her face. However, when she leaned to his ear and whispered, “Why should we move?”, he was a bit taken aback.

“W-wait,” Prism recovered after a few seconds, during which she kissed his neck. “Seriously? I-I mean, here?”

She giggled hearing his question. “What’s wrong with here?” Whirlwind asked.

“W-well, for starters, it’s a public place,” he pointed out, feeling weird that he had to do that. “What if somebody sees us? I mean, sure, there’s nobody here…” he added, glancing around to see if there truly wasn’t anybody in the park-

Wait a moment, Prism mused, suddenly feeling that something was off. Why were we doing those laps in the park? We usually go to that clearing for those sort of things.

“So what?” Whirlwind replied, immediately causing him to abandon his train of thoughts and look at her. There was clear lust in her eyes. “Let them watch,” she said, moving her body on top of him so she was now straddling him. “I want you to fuck me,” Whirlwind continued, grinding her crotch against his already hard dick, “and I want anybody who would see us be jealous. Is that going to be a problem?” she asked in a tone that suggested she already knew the answer.

Prism could only smirk. “Of course not,” he answered, excited at the thought of having sex out in the open like this.

Whirlwind gave him a predatory smile as she dove for the next kiss, then leaned back and took off her shirt and bra in one swift move. If Prism hadn’t been hard, he would definetly get an erection at the sight of her breasts. He brought his hand up to them, caressing them. Her nipples were hard; he wondered if it was because she was aroused or because she was feeling a bit cold after removing her shirt so suddenly.

No worries in the latter’s case, he mused, giving her boobs a gentle squeeze. I will warm her right up.

As his own hands were busy, Whirlwind took it upon herself to lower his pants and boxers. Her eyes widened as the sight of his dick. “My, already so hard,” she purred, despite that she had to feel his boner before. “I bet you are itching to fill my pussy with that monster cock of yours. I bet you want to fuck my brains out, don’t you?” she asked.

He chuckled hearing her dirty talk. “Of course,” Prism said, playing along, “I want to fuck you hard, and I want everybody in Ponyville to hear your moans.” Both his and hers hands moved to her pants, sliding them off her body as she stood up, along with her panties to reveal her moist pussy. “Look at you, so wet already,” he said as she sit on him once more, throwing her clothes away and teasing him by sliding her pussy against his dick slowly. “How badly do you want my dick?”

“Not want; need it,” she corrected him, her hand reaching down and taking a hold of his dick, aligning it with her opening. “And I need it now,” Whirlwind added, pressing his tip against her pussy, before she began to slide down.

Prism groaned as she took more and more of his dick, her pussy squeezing him tightly. He placed his hands on her hips, waiting for her to slide down all the way. They both gasped as he bottomed in her, and soon she began moving up and down, starting to bounce. Strengthening his hold on her hips, Prism started to thrust gently, timing together with her moves. “Yes!” she moaned loudly, startling the birds sitting on nearby trees and causing them to fly away. “Give it to me! Fuck me, fuck me hard!” she yelled, disregarding completely that she could be heard.

Prism was more than happy to oblige her; however, as much as he loved seeing her tits bouncing up and down, he couldn’t quite control the pace in this position. He reached to her and brought her down to him to kiss her, pressing her body against his, and rolled her over, all while staying inside of her. Whirlwind, not at all minding that he was now on top, spread her legs wider, letting them flap behind Prism as he pounded into her.

“Oh, Prism!” Whirlwind yelled, as each of his thrust brought her closer to her orgasm. “Prism! Oh-”

Suddenly, a very loud ringing came out of nowhere.

“-fuck me!”

Prism cursed as the alarm clock went off, waking him up from his dream. As he shifted, he felt his morning wood brush against his boxers, but he couldn’t do anything about it. All around him, the other Wonderbolt Academy recruits began stirring from their beds. I suppose I should be glad I woke up before it turned into a wet dream, he thought, rolling to a side and trying to keep his eyes closed for a few more moments, as well as wanting to wait until his dick calmed down. Waking up almost at dawn, disregarding morning woods, was clearly not one of the positive qualities of being in Wonderbolt Academy, at least not for Prism.

How in Celestia’s name had Mom had withstand this? he thought as reluctantly he raised a hand to his face and rubbed his eyes. And Dad keeps saying I get my laziness from her…

Feeling his penis deflate, Prism decided it was time to get up. Yawning, he rose and began dressing up into his academy uniform. It was his third day here. Early mornings aside, Prism felt that he was getting used to the whole routine; breakfast in the mess hall, an hour of warm up, various flight exercises, then dinner and an hour break, then more exercises, showers, breakfast, and some time to spend with other trainees before sleep. In all honesty, this wasn’t as bad as he thought it could be. Not that he was afraid that all of the training courses and tests would be difficult or something (although he had to admit they were indeed a touch harder than he had assumed), but Prism simply wasn’t a fan of the whole ‘routine’ idea.

Glad it proved less of a pain than I though, he mused as he finished getting dressed and went to brush his teeth. Although it’s still has its downsides, he mused as he walked with a little difficulty due to his morning wood.

Being away from Whirlwind was starting to get to him. The dream he just had, as well as the one from the night before, could attest to that. He missed her, but he knew that passing the Academy would ensure the two of them would spend most of their time together, be it practicing or on a tour performing across Equestria.

Plus, Dubz was right; it is neat idea to make a living out of flying.

Having gotten ready for the day, Prism hastened to the mess hall. As he entered it, he quickly picked some sandwiches from the cook and went to join his fellow trainees.

“Anybody knows what will it be today?” the one sitting closest to him asked nobody in particular.

Prism had almost replied that whatever it would be it would be easy for him, but he bit his tongue before he could say it. Whirlwind had always disliked when he’d let his ego got over to his head. Instead, he said, “I’m sure we’ll all be fine.”

“Easy for you to say,” another replied, but it was a good-humored remark. “You broke two Academy records already.”

“Well, I had a good day yesterday,” he said, trying to sound modest, though his heart swelled with pride knowing he beat two of his own Mom’s records.

He was about to offer others some advice, but then one of the trainees from the back nodded at the table where instructors sat, his face surprised. Prism looked back, curious; when he had entered the table was still empty. Now though Spitfire and other instructors entered… along with several other people, ones he easily recognized as several of the newest Wonderbolts.

Whirlwind among them.

A wide smile appeared on his face as soon as his eyes laid on her. It might have only been two days since he had last seen her, but he had missed her. And when Whirlwind turned her head to scan the mess hall and their eyes met, and he saw her smile too, he felt his heart flutter.

“Aren’t those the newest Wonderbolts?” one of the other trainees said beside him. “What are they doing here? And what’s with the goofy smile dude?”

Figuring that the last question was directed to him, Prism turned back to his table and shrugged. “You’re probably gonna figure this out shortly,” he replied, taking some amusement in the other trainee’s confusion.

Another one once again glanced at the instructor’s table. “Oh, the hot one is coming here,” he said in a hushed tone.

Prism smirked, recognizing her step. He rose from the table and turned around as Whirlwind came closer. “Hi Dubz,” he said, a moment before she embraced him and kissed him.

He could almost hear the other guys (and a few girls)’ jaw drop as they kissed. When Whirlwind finally pulled back, far away only to look him in the eyes, she said, “I missed you.” Then, as if remembering there were others nearby, she briefly glanced in their direction… then frowned. “Oh Celestia, I just made you their god in their eyes, didn’t I?” she asked, turning back to him and giving him a brief smirk.

“Maybe,” he replied, amused by her comment. However, he was too focused on her to wonder what the others were thinking.

Despite knowing how the Wonderbolts’ suits looked like, the sight of Whirlwind in one so close made him plainly aroused. The tight, skinny outfit perfectly laid on her, underlining all her curves as well as her toned muscles. Damn she looks so sexy in those, he thought, feeling his dick grow harder in his own, less decorative, suit. The memory of his dream from last night, still fresh, wasn’t helping him. Maybe we would have time to quickly find some bed or something, he mused, looking around for some clock to check how much time did they had left.

To his disappointment, it was only a few minutes before they would have to get going. Definitely not enough time for a good sex, he frowned, then brought his attention back to the table.

“Well, if this won’t stroke your ego…” Whirlwind muttered jokingly, then shook her head and waved her hand to the other trainees. “Hi everybody. Hope the training isn’t too hard?”

She glanced at Prism saying the last two words. He had no doubt that Whirlwind knew what was happening to his penis. Instead of replying, he let the others do that, while he slipped his hand behind her and down to her ass, squeezing it through the suit.

“No no, the trainings fine, miss Whirlwind,” one replied, smiling sheepishly.

“Glad to hear it; mine was awful,” she said, winking, ignoring Prism’s hand as he caressed her ass except for arching her back a little.

“So, what are you and the others doing here?” Prism asked her, curious.

“Mind if we sit?” she asked first, and gave him an innocent smile. “A bit winded after flying here.” Prism, knowing her only too well, sit down on his chair and let Whirlwind sit on his lap, in a way that let her feel his dick through their suits. “Much better,” she said, grinding her ass a little. “Anyway, Spitfire wanted us to come assist with some of your courses, get some experience as instructors and such.”

“Ah, I see,” he replied, his hand moving around her and hugging her above her waist. As the corner of the table was hiding her crotch from the others, he let his other hand slip down between her legs. “So, how long are you staying?” Prism asked as he started to rub her pussy through the suit.

“Couple of days,” she replied, ignoring him again. However, Prism was about to notice slight shivers coming from her. “Though I don’t think they will let us stay until the end of the week.”

“Pity,” Prism said, imagining all the things they could do. Oh well, he thought, a couple of days is better than nothing.

“Yeah. Well, anyways, I need to get back to Spitfire, just came to say hi,” Whirlwind said, although at first she hadn’t moved at all, probably liking his touch. After a few seconds, however, she finally got up. “Good luck to all of you,” she said, smiling in the direction of the other trainees as she began to leave. “Oh, and Prism?” Whirlwind added, turning to look at her boyfriend.

“Yes?” he asked, curious what she was going to say.

“Try not to get yourself too wounded. Remember, we have another threesome with Amber this weekend,” she said, winking, and turning to leave.

Even Prism found himself awestruck as Whirlwind had so plainly said it. He stared at her walking away - if he wasn’t so dazed he might have realized she was taking purposely slow strides, letting him watch her sexy ass longer - slowly recovering and feeling a smirk creep on his face. He forced his face to take a more neutral expression as he turned around… and saw everybody - everybody - staring at him in awe.

He looked from one to another, faking confusion. “What?” he asked innocently.

One trainee, sitting close to him, spoke, “Um… did we hear her right?”

“You mean the part about them being instructors?” Prism asked in reply.

“No, the part about you two having a threesome with another chick,” another one asked more bluntly.

“Oh, that…” Prism said, scratching his face to hide the smirk he couldn’t stop from forming. “Well… yeah, totally,” he finally just said, leaning back with his hands behind his head.

He didn’t know that it would be possible, but the eyes of the trainees staring at him grew even wider. Several uttered a quiet “Wow,” while one said, “Okay, um… I think I speak for most of us when I ask… how’d you do that?”

Several others nodded in support of his question, even some of the girls. Prism, fighting off the urge to laugh, couldn’t help but wonder if Whirlwind truly minded his ego if she went and caused this.

“Look, guys,” he said, raising his hands defensively, “not that I’m not enjoying your newfound respect, but honestly, I just have a really awesome girlfriend. And a really awesome friend, too” he amended. Prism could tell from their faces that they weren’t entirely convinced, but he could easily convince them. “Here,” he said, taking his phone from his pocket, quickly opening the gallery and showing them the selfie Amber had taken with them.

Their jaws once again fell down. Prism let them contemplate what they were seeing in peace; he finished eating his breakfast with his free hand as he hold the phone for them.

“Um…” finally one recovered enough to speak, “and your girlfriend was really… cool, with… this?”

Prism shrugged and selected the earlier picture “Cool enough to take this picture,” he said, showing them the picture with him fucking Amber against the window.

They stared once again at his phone, as captivated by this picture as by the one before. “Why against the window?” somebody asked.

Prism stopped eating and looked at him, confused. “Um, because it’s a really hot position?” he answered with a question, not sure why he didn’t understand that.

The other trainee blushed. “No, um, I meant, why did she take a picture of you two doing that against the window.”

“Oh,” Prism exclaimed, now understanding. “Because earlier Amber had taken this picture,” he replied, selecting it on his phone and showing them. “So she wanted to have her own too.”

He let them stare at the picture again, finishing his breakfast. “Dude, you are like the luckiest guy ever,” finally one of them said.

“I know,” he said, truly meaning it.

“Like, really?” another one asked. “No secret whatsoever, just luck?”

“Yep,” Prism replied, smirking. “Now, hope between staring at us and at those pictures you guys had time to eat, we need to get going,” he said, hiding his phone and pointing at the clock.

He rose from his now empty plate, wondering, as his fellow trainees hastened to finish theirs, what kind of approached would Whirlwind take as an instructor. And if she would get his group.

“So we’re agreed?” Spitfire, Captain of the Wonderbolts and Head Instructor at the Academy, asked her, leaning back in her chair. “I’ll let you instruct Prism’s group, and in return you’ll do all my paperwork for the next Wonderbolt show.”

“Yep,” Whirlwind nodded enthusiastically, then hesitated. “I mean, if you’re sure that would be okay.”

“Nah, there are no rules prohibiting instructors from dating trainees,” Spitfire replied. She then shrugged and, as if expecting to be questioned about it, added, “I checked.”

Whirlwind frowned briefly. Okay, not sure if I want to know the story behind it… or at least if it would be safe to ask. Clearing her throat, she changed the subject. “No, I mean, if it won’t be a problem for me to do the paperwork.”

“Oh, that. Yeah, don’t worry about it, it’s mostly stamping a Wonderbolt stamp on the signature and then sending the papers to correct recipient, you will be mostly writing the addresses and stuff.”

“I see,” Whirlwind nodded, a bit relieved; she should have figured Spitfire wouldn’t let her to her paperwork if it was too complicated. Not that she was looking forward to doing it, but if it meant being Prism’s instructor… “So, being instructor; any last minute advice?”

“You’ve been here in there place just a few months ago, don’t tell me I went so easy on your group that you forgot,” Spitfire replied, smirking. “Just be demanding and harsh, it will be good for them. And try not to flirt with your boyfriend too much,” she added, winking.

“Understand,” Whirlwind nodded again, and saluted. “Permission to leave for instructor duty, ma’am?”

“Granted,” Spitfire said, saluting her back. As Whirlwind turned around and prepared to go where Prism and the rest of his group would gather, she called after her, “Oh, and have fun.”

Turning back, she grinned. “I intend to, ma’am,” Whirlwind replied, and then left her office.

After leaving the main building, she quickly shifted her arms into wings and flew towards the third training field. She was curious how Prism was going to react seeing her being their instructor today. Knowing him, he might be expecting it, actually, Whirlwind mused, soaring through the sky swiftly. He knows I wouldn’t let such an opportunity to slip by me.

Prism and nine other trainees were already there, sitting on benches at the edge of the training field. As soon as she drew closer, they all rose and stood in attention. Whirlwind quickly landed and shifted her wings back. Remembering Spitfire’s advice, instead of greeting them again she looked at them with her brows furrowed. “So, just because your instructor wasn’t here, you thought you can all sit down and relax?” Whirlwind asked, bringing her arms behind her back. “When you’re waiting for your instructor, you are supposed to stand in attention even if they’re not here, understand?”

“Yes ma’am!” they all quickly replied, even Prism.

Whirlwind spared a second to scan the group with her eyes. Is it just me, or are they all glancing at me and looking away blushing? she wondered. She glanced at Prism. I wonder what he told them… or maybe I should wonder what he showed them instead? They both got the pictures from Amber… would Prism show the other trainees them? Strangely, Whirlwind found herself not being embarrassed at the thought of them seeing them. More liked turned on.

A brief moment after she realized it, an idea came to her. Hm, well, since he wasn’t embarrassed to show them those pictures… she mused, smirking.

But it would have to wait; she had a job to do.

“As I had told you all earlier,” she began, walking slowly before the line of trainees, “a few of the newest Wonderbolts, myself included, had been asked to be instructors in the Academy. I hope none if you thinks that just because we’ve been not so long ago in your place we will go easy on you. If you do, then you are sorely mistaken.” She scanned their faces again; all of them were looking now straight ahead, not daring to eyeball her. “We had to work our asses off to get into the Wonderbolts; we will not allow anybody into our group who isn’t an elite flier. If you want to be a Wonderbolt, you have to be prepared for hours of rigorous flying. You have to be ready to be able to perform on short notice, and be able to fly precisely as you are asked to.” Whirlwind stopped and nodded at the field behind her. “As you can see behind me, we have here a complicated obstacle course; if you manage to somehow flight through it without bumping into anything, then maybe you will be able to perform our flight patterns. Well, the easy ones at least,” she added with a smirk, glancing back.

The obstacle course had many hoops, most of them barely big enough for the trainees to flight through without making very sharp turns. There were also many poles making where they should turn or have to fly around, and some long, curly tubes. Whirlwind thought back to long hours she had spend here. Prism was always very good at stuff like this, she mused. I wonder how he will do.

“Before you try to pass through it,” she began, resuming walking, and coming around them to stand next to the first person from the right - Prism, “or, let's be honest, before you try to not pass out from constantly hitting the obstacles,” Whirlwind amended, “I want you to do a little warm up. A hundred laps around the training field should be easy, shouldn’t it?” she asked, looking from face to face.

Some of them grimaced unhappily, probably because they weren’t as excited about the laps as about the obstacle course, as tough as it could be. One hundred laps was a small amount, good for a warm up. If they couldn’t do it and then have strength left for the obstacle course, well, it wouldn’t look good for their dreams of becoming Wonderbolts.

“Alright then, on my mark,” Whirlwind said, picking up a whistle she had around her neck. “Get set.” Almost at once, all ten trainees shifted their arms into wings and took a step back with one leg, getting into a position to get into the air. Whirlwind blew into the whistle, giving them a sign to go… and in the same instant, with her other hand she slapped Prism’s ass.

She had got him just as he was jumping into the air, catching him by surprise and causing him to stumble. He looked at her, still on the ground, as the others flew ahead. Whirlwind smiled innocently before he turned back and chased after them.

Not surprising, Prism had quickly caught up with them, and then started going after the lead. After she had recovered, they had spend quite a lot of time flying together. Whirlwind wanted to get back into shape after over a month of not flying at all. She knew that Prism was in a very good condition and while his major strength wasn’t speed but agility, he was still fastest in his group.

Whirlwind tried counting the laps, but soon found it to be rather hard task; with each trainee flying at their own speed, there were a few that was getting ahead or lagging behind. The slowest ones where on the ninth lap, about two or three behind Prism, who was up in the lead, before she stopped counting. Back when she was a trainee in the Academy, she had always made sure she would do the exact amount Spitfire or other instructors had demanded; if they really wanted to be Wonderbolts, they would do the same.

As such, she settled for counting just Prism’s laps. He was maintaining his speed and was gaining more and more of an advantage over the rest. Whirlwind wondered if this was his usual pace or was he trying to impress her. She knew of course from Spitfire that he was doing very well, but she wouldn’t put it past him to try show off.

It didn’t take him long to finish the hundredth lap, and he swooped down to land next to her. He was breathing heavily after the exertion, but also looked at her with a smirk. “Finished the warm up, ma’am!” he reported, saluting.

“I noticed. May I ask what’s with the smirk?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Quickly, his face became a neutral mask. “Nothing, ma’am,” he replied, standing in attention.

She strode towards him slowly. “Oh really? There’s nothing that amused you? Come now, I’d like to laugh to.”

Prism was looking straight in front of him as she started circling around him. “Nothing amusing, ma’am. Just…” he started and hesitated.

“Yes?” Whirlwind pried.

“Just thought how much I’d want to fuck you, ma’am.”

Having expected an answer along those lines, Whirlwind smirked, then slapped him again. “Is that so?” she mused, squeezing his ass after she had slapped it. “Well, I do like what I feel,” Whirlwind said, then her hand moved around to touch his dick. “Oh my, already so hard?” she mused, easily feeling him up through his trainee suit. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but it was getting there. “Hm… I’m half tempted to fuck you right here and now,” Whirlwind said.

“Only half?” Prism, still standing in attention, asked, smirking.

“Well, it would look a bit bad if on my first hour of being an instructor I would fuck a trainee in the full view of the rest of the group.”

He shrugged. “Meh, with how slow they are, we’d be done before they would catch up. And besides, they might learn something.”

“Learn something,” Whirlwind repeated, smirking. Her hand was massaging his shaft, while the other went down to his balls. “Was that why you showed them our pictures?” she asked, her hand slightly squeezing his balls through his suit. “So that they would learn something?”

Her guess was correct; Prism blushed, losing his composure at last “Um…” he mumbled.

Whirlwind interrupted him. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind. To be honest, I found your willingness to show us having sex to others interesting,” she said, winking.

“Really?” he asked, looking at her, both unsure and intrigued.

Figuring what could be going through his mind, Whirlwind replied, “Yes, but I meant it when I said that it would look bad if I’d have sex with a trainee during flight course. Maybe later we can think of something,” she said, winking.

Whirlwind enjoyed the sight of shock and arousal on Prism’s face her comment had caused, feeling his dick grow harder through his suit. She slipped her other hand around back to his ass as she leaned to kiss him, before pulling away after a few seconds. The other trainees that were behind Prism had began gathering, with the first two already coming for landing.

She moved a bit away, standing in attention as more and more of them finished. Each of them was more or less tired after the exercise and needed moment to catch their breaths. Whirlwind watched them bend down a bit, holding their sides and straightening to stand in attention… and glance at Prism. Or, more specifically, at a certain part of Prism.

Whirlwind had to admire how he stood next to his fellow trainees in line, eyes locked straight ahead, as his penis was obviously visible through the tight suit. The guys, after noticing it, immediately looked away, though the fact that they knew remained. The girls, however, kept giving it glances. She smirked noticing it. Whirlwind was reminded of her three teammates that she had promised to think about letting them join her and Prism; now she was more or less set on agreeing.

Well, I should first discuss it with Prism, she mused as the last trainee finally caught up. Then again, it would be funny to see his reaction if it would be a surprise.

Putting the idea on hold for later, she waited for the trainees to stand in line in attention. “Good, you’re done with the warm up. Finally,” she added, glancing at the few who made as last. The one who was at the end took his eyes off from Prism’s bulge and looked at her, blushing from embarrassment. Wondering if it was because she had caught her looking or because she had been the last, Whirlwind moved to stand next to the line. As she had thought, Prism’s dick was making him ‘stand out’ from the straight line. “Now we can start the obstacle course. Prism,” she turned to him. “You seem excited; why don’t you start?” she asked, placing a hand on his ass.

He cast her an amused look before nodding and taking a step forward. Whirlwind took her whistle again, as well as a timer, and blew so he would start. Prism jumped into the air, maneuvering around the first obstacles. Whirlwind could swear she saw his dick almost brush against one pole.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to let him fly now, she mused, concerned. Though then again, he probably would slow down if he wasn’t certain he couldn’t avoid them.

Whirlwind hoped he was going to ace the obstacle course and finish it with his penis intact. After all, she had certain plans.

“Twenty-three point five seconds,” she said as Prism finished and landed next to her. “Impressive… considering the baggage you are carrying,” she added, extending her hand to his dick. In full view of the rest of the group she brushed it. “For the record, I hope the rest of you guys knows to not fly with a boner, especially though and obstacle course. It is rather unwise,” she finished, stepping back and glancing at Prism.

“In my defense, I had been thinking about your sexy ass, ma’am,” Prism replied, smirking. “It was hard to not get an erection.”

Whirlwind raised an eyebrow. “Was that a back-talk?”

“No ma’am!” he denied, standing in attention.

“Good; I would hate to… punish you,” she said, smirking, then turned to the rest of the group, who were staring at them with wide eyes. “I hope you are ready,” she told the person standing next to Prism in line, lifting her whistle and timer.

Shaking his head, the other trainee quickly regained his composure and flew through the obstacle course, and then the next one and the next one. Whirlwind had to admit that each did at least decent for themselves during this exercise, though none came close to Prism’s skill and speed.

“Good,” she said as the last person had finished, writing down each score on the notebook. “For rookies,” she added, remembering how Spitfire would finish most of her compliments. “Okay, let’s move on to the south part of the field; we have everything ready for your next flight course.

“Your next exercise is going to be a flag race,” she told them several moments later, as they all stood assembled before a large circular court. It was marked in four places, one being the start line, the other on the opposite side, and two with flags between them. “Wonderbolts need to be precise, not just with flying. If there was ever an an accident, we need to know if you are able to help other people. You are to pick up the flags while flying and place them in their respective next spots. If you can do that without losing your speed, well, maybe there is some hope for you.” She turned to Prism, who was again closest to her in line. “Perhaps you should start again first, now that you are lighter, before your friend shows again,” she said, glancing down at his crotch; his dick by then had returned to it’s normal size.

Undisturbed, Prism nodded and got ready as she took out her timer and whistled. This exercise he also completed quickly, though good two seconds away from the Academy’s record. Still though, he did managed to place both flags right on targets; several of his fellow trainees slightly missed with one flag or both. Not to mention that he was the fastest again.

“Hm, decent I suppose,” she said, taking notes of their scores. “For your next flight course we need to leave this field; follow me.”

She shifted her arms into wings and flew into the air; the trainees quickly began following her, trying to stay in line. She led them away from the field and further deep into the Academy’s grounds, to the open field with many small-sized clouds above it.

“We are going to test your agility again,” Whirlwind said as she landed, joined by the trainees. She pointed above her and continued, “The clouds you see there had been specially enchanted; they won’t disperse if you hit them, not even change their position, and when you do hit them they will change color. Your objective will be to fly into the air and hit all them before returning. Do you understand?” She waited to see everybody nod before she looked at Prism again expectedly.

Prism smirked with confidence and got ready. When she whistled, he jumped into the air, reached the closest cloud and hit it, then without losing speed he went for the next one. Whirlwind traced him with her eyes and glanced from time to time at the timer. As she had expected, he was doing excellent in this flight course; by the time he got half of the clouds, only half a minute had passed.

The record was two minutes four seconds.

Of course, the task would get harder the closer one was to completing it. Considering how fast they were flying, it would be difficult to say which clouds remained. In case there were some left once they’d land, they would have to get back into the air, time still going.

Come on, you can do it, she cheered him on in her thoughts, watching Prism swiftly move from cloud to cloud, changing their colors from white to multiple ones - which added to the confusion of a trainee - as he tried to complete his task. Whirlwind could see his head turned around, making sure he was getting them all, and began flying to the few he had missed and then finally he began to head back, taking out some that still remained. That’s all! she realized. Come on, get back here!

She took a step back as he landed right next to her heavily, his legs almost buckling under him because of the speed with which he flew, and at the same instant his feet had touched the ground, Whirlwind had stopped the timer.

“One minute fifty nine seconds,” she said, her heart skipping a beat. “That’s an Academy record.”

Prism face brightened, smiling wide, then turned that smile into a smirk. “Bet you never thought you’d be as pleased with just two minutes,” he joked.

Whirlwind smirked in reply. “How could I? You always take way longer,” she said, winking.

“Well, you know me, I am fast only when I need too,” he replied. “Can I expect some kind of reward for breaking the record?”

“Maybe,” she teased; what she had already planned was a good enough reward already. “But you will have to wait until later. Get ready before the clouds reset,” she told the person next in line after Prism.

As she wrote down Prism’s score, she checked the time. It was still hours before they would be done. I can’t wait to finally get him there, she mused, feeling a shiver go down her spine.

Prism couldn’t help but wonder if there was ever a trainee at the Academy that had went through a day similar to his. Having the love of his life as his instructor had certainly made this an unforgettable experience. He loved that he could spend more time with her, not to mention how he enjoyed showing off before her. Breaking another Academy record today made him way happier than breaking two yesterday.

Of course, with perks came some ‘downsides’; for instance, he didn’t really like flying with erection like before, although he found himself not really minding it. Especially when he thought about how frustrated Whirlwind had to be, to see his boner right in her hand’s reach - literally at some point - and not be able to do anything.

Teasing works both ways, he thought with amusement.

He had to admit that being teased by Whirlwind and teasing her in turn for so long was an interesting idea. Prism was certain that they hadn’t spend so much time since they got back together without having sex while being in each other’s company. As he had listened to her speaking about his ‘willingness to show them having sex to others’, as she had phrased it, and saying that she ‘found it interesting’, made him think for a moment that she wanted to fuck there and then. He should have figured she wouldn’t want to do that during work; however, he kept wondering just what she was planning for them to do later.

Does she really want to have sex in front of others? Prism thought, curious what it would be like. And a follow-up question, where? In the training field right after we’re done? In the mess hall?

“I see you are thinking about my ass again,” he suddenly heard Whirlwind say to him. “Could you stop for a second and pay attention?”

Prism shook and stopped his train of thoughts. He hadn’t noticed that Whirlwind started explaining their next flight course. What’s worse, he realized that as he thought about them having sex, his penis once again started to grow hard.

“Now that Prism Bolt - together with his friend - had joined us,” Whirlwind said with a smirk, glancing briefly down at his crotch, “we can all focus on your next exercise. You are going to race against each other,” she said, pointing out behind her; they were standing on a raceway, on the starting line to be precise. “This raceway encircles this whole training field, and has a few short sections where it runs in zigzag,” Whirlwind added, pointing at the closest point that was easily recognizable by big walls enclosing those sections. “This will test your speed as well as your agility. You are allowed to fly no higher than six feets above the ground level. Is that clear?”

“Yes ma’am,” Prism and others replied in unison.

Whirlwind nodded and walked away from their way, bringing her whistle to her mouth. Prism stretched his arms and shifted them into wings, getting ready. He doubted he could beat this record; he wasn’t as fast as he was agile, even if his speed has improved lately. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to give his all. And if he would do well enough on those sections…

As the whistle sounded, he jumped into the air along with the rest. He raced through the first straight of the race, keeping with the others for now, saving his strength. After the first turn, it wouldn’t be far to the zigzag section. He could get ahead there.

He shifted his body to the right and leaned to the left as they approached the turn, lining his body close to the ground and arching his back. Perfectly executing the turn to the left, he flapped his wings and gained some height, keeping to the center of the raceway. Three others were keeping at him, the others were trailing behind. Prism smirked to himself, but then put all those distracting thoughts behind him and focused on the race.

He had reached the first section. The walls were circular, making it seem like a bigger version of the tubes from the obstacle course earlier today. Almost as soon as he passed the entrance he had to turn sharply into left, then after two flaps of wings back to the right.

Alright, this is a bit of an overkill, he thought as he had to do a barrel roll to make the next turn in time without needing to stop or collide with the wall. With his back now to the direction he was going, he flapped his wings in front of him, staying on course. Seriously, I would like to see how they explained to whoever designed this; pretty sure he had replied that it would have been easier to just build a brick wall and they would get the same effect.

Despite his comments, he managed to get through this section without bumping into the walls or leasing too much of his speed. His fellow trainees didn’t have so much luck; as he flew far away past that point and glanced back, they still hadn’t showed up. Prism spared a moment to worry; he had grown to like them. He hoped they had just been forced to slow down and not got hurt.

Focusing once more on the race, he hastened up a bit, wanting to get over to the next section quickly. As far as he could tell, there were two on each straightaway of the raceway, except for the one with the starting and finishing line. This is going to take a while…

The next section, not surprisingly, was different than the previous. It first started with a sharp turn to the right, then a slower turn back to left. Having expected it would be different, Prism didn’t get caught by surprise, not with this one, not with the next ones. He had counted right, it was six of them in total, and he passed through them all.

“Forty-six point five seconds,” Whirlwind said the moment he passed the finished line, her eyes on the timer.

As Prism slowed down and circled back to her, she was writing his time in the notebook. “Not a record?” he asked as he landed behind her, although he was fairly certain he knew the answer.

Whirlwind shook her head, but surprised him by saying, “You were only three seconds off; don’t worry, you will be doing this flight course two or three days from now again, so you’ll get a second chance.”

“Oh, cool,” Prism said, a little heartened by knowing he could try again later. “Although I wanted to break a record with you watching,” he added, moving close to her and pressing his body against hers.

“Aw, you’re sweet,” she replied as his hands slipped around her. “And apparently forgetful,” she added as one of his hand grasped her breast gently through her suit, while other rubbed her pussy, and he pressed his crotch against her ass. “Prism, I’m working.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said, kissing her neck as he squeezed her breast and run his hand deeper between her legs. “Didn’t stop you from feeling me up earlier.”

“Mmm…” she moaned and bit her lip. “Yeah, but then I didn’t have to check time for everybody. This is distracting.”

“Well, that back then was pretty distracting for me too,” Prism replied. He moved his hand up to where her zipper was hidden and moved it down, past her boobs. Despite her words, Whirlwind did nothing to stop him as he slipped his hand into her suit and caressed her boobs. “You don’t really seem to mind,” he pointed out as she arched her back, rubbing her ass against his crotch, no doubt feeling his raging boner.

“Well, it has been a while,” she replied with a lustful glance as he dry humped her. She still hold the timer in her hand, but moved the notebook under her arm and her other moved down and entwined with his at her pussy. “Mmm, can’t wait for the flight courses to be over for today,” Whirlwind purred, leaning her head against him, giving him a better access to her neck.

“Speaking off,” Prism began, his hand squeezing her breast and flicking her nipple, “what do you have in mind?”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know,” Whirlwind replied, amused.

“Duh,” Prism replied, nibbling on her neck.

“You will know when you need too, trust me,” she said, a glimmer in her eye.

Despite not really minding that he was going to be kept in the dark for now, Prism was about to ask for some more details. However, he noticed in the corner of his eye that other trainees had finally started to get close, having passed the last turn. A bit regretfully, he kissed Whirlwind one last time before stepping back, not wanting her to be distracted when they would start passing the finish line.

He knew he would get more from her before this day was over.

Several hours later, Prims groaned quietly as the hot water poured down on him. With Whirlwind as his instructor, he had put way more effort into the flight courses than during the previous two days, making the shower seem so much more relaxing than ever.

Other men from the Academy, both trainees and instructors, were there too. The showers were only divided by genders in the Wonderbolt Academy. Prism couldn’t help but wonder if that wasn’t the case, if the showers were co-ed, would Whirlwind want to have sex there?

Kinda looked like that today, he mused, recalling their conversations. Hm, better not think too much about that though. Around him, under the showers were other guys; though it was an unspoken rule to not look at another’s guy junk, they might notice if he’d get an erection. He didn’t want to explain why he’d got a boner while in men’s shower.

Prism listened to the other guys talking about various things, ranging from complaining about some courses or instructors to sports… or him and Whirlwind. Apparently undisturbed by him standing right there, some trainees from his group talked about how the two of them all but had sex in front of them.

“Jealous?” he asked out loud, leaning to the side to look at the ones talking about it.

They looked slightly abashed - Did they think they were quiet? - but one replied. “Well, duh, of course, but… um, aren’t you two even a bit embarrassed? I mean, she felt you up right in front of us.”

“Yeah, was sorta surprised when I realized neither of us was not,” Prism replied, frowning, but then shrugged. “Oh well, I suppose learning after our first time having sex that our friend saw us and having threesome with her like few hours later kinda helped with the whole ‘embarrassment’ issues.”

“Few hours?” somebody else asked. Prism glanced in his direction and recognized him as one of the Wonderbolts, one of the guys who had been so pitifully hitting on Whirlwind during the party. “You mean after that party?”

Not feeling any need to be hostile now, Prism nodded. “Yep.”

“Huh, well that explains that photo I guess. So who was that friend?” he inquired, sounding politely curious.

“Amber, not sure if you met her,” Prism replied, seeing no reason to hide it, as Whirlwind had already mentioned her to the other trainees during breakfast.

Guessing by his face, he had met her. “Oh, the one with the-”

“Big tits?” a voice came from the entrance to the showers. “Yep, that’s the one.”

Prism wasn’t sure if he should gasp or chuckle at the sight of Whirlwind, still in her Wonderbolt suit, entering the showers. Really should have seen this coming, he thought as she slowly approached. The guys around him started at her with wide eyes, with some of them covering their privates. Unnecessarily; her eyes were locked on Prism.

Still, there must have been some disbelief on this face, because as she had reached him, she smirked and asked, “Thought I wasn’t being serious?”

“Nope, just thought you’d be naked by now,” he replied, smirking in turn.

“And deprave you from the pleasure of undressing me from this weirdly sexy suit?” she asked, arching her brow. “Besides, where would I keep these?”

He glanced at her raised hand, where she held a wrapper of a condom. Smirking, he took it, and with his other hand he pulled her towards himself and started kissing her. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her clothed body to his naked and wet one, pushing him back into the shower.

Prism turned her around so that he could press her against the wall, moving her up a bit to kiss her neck comfortably while one of her legs wrapped around him. He noticed in the corner of his eye that the guys were either trying to look away, hasting to leave, or just openly staring, but he didn’t care about any of them. His world was now reduced to him and Whirlwind.

One of his hands went between her legs, rubbing her pussy through her suit, while other went to the zipper. He brought it down, only to her belly button for now, and rolled the two halves of the upper part of the suit down her back, revealing her breasts. Sparing only enough time to get her arms from her sleeves, Prism raised her higher and bend his head down a little to lick her nipples. Whirlwind moaned in pleasure and writhed against him, her fingers running through his hair. Her moans increased as he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked it, before putting her back on the ground, his free hand coming to squeeze her other breasts as he returned his mouth her hers, kissing her passionately. Whirlwind replied in kind, entwining her tongue with his, pressing her crotch against his hand.

Feeling her pussy through her suit caused Prism dick to burn with desire. He brought his hand, where between his fingers he held the wrapper, broke the kiss to bite it (carefully) open, then quickly put the condom on. With his manhood now ready, he returned his attention to the rest of Whirlwind’s suit.

He kneeled, grabbing the suit around her waist and pulling it down. At it slid past her crotch, Prism leaned closer and dragged a slow lick across her pussy, causing her to moan. She raised one leg to help him get the suit off, then the other one. Finally naked, she tossed the suit away while Prism slipped his tongue past her opening inside of her walls. Whirlwind gasped, and he felt her hand on the back of his head push him against her pussy. Knowing she was getting impatient, Prism smirked, then withdrew a bit and flicked her clit with his tongue, stimulating her further. Whirlwind raised her leg again and placed it on his shoulder, pressing her pussy against his face, her hand and leg putting pressure on him. When Prism looked up, he saw her free hand playing with her breast. Her eyes were on him, though when she noticed him looking at her, she nodded slightly to the side.

Glancing in that direction, Prism realized that almost half of the guys had already left. A lot out of those staying where openly staring at them… and more than one was jerking off to them. Seems we are putting quite a show for them, Prism mused, his eyes quickly returning to Whirlwind.

Wrapping his lips around her clit, he brought a hand to her opening and rubbed it gently with his fingers while he sucked her love button. Feeling her body to shake and hearing her gasp, he decided after a few more seconds to move to the next part. The main part of the show, one might say.

He leaned back and slid from under her leg, raising. Whirlwind bend down a bit to press his lips against hers, and as they kissed, Prism placed his dick along her opening, drenching it with her fluids, while both of them moaned into each others mouth. With practiced ease, he aligned his hips so that the head of his cock was right at her entrance, and slid it inside.

Whirlwind broke the kiss to utter a lustful groan into the sky. She wrapped her leg again around him as he slid more of his dick inside of her, feeling the familiar tightness and warmth around it. As he bottomed out, he quickly pulled back and started thrusting at a steady pace. It had only been three days, but it felt like way longer since he had felt her walls clamping around his dick, milking it for all it’s worth. He pounded into her relentlessly, forgetting about all the flight courses, Wonderbolts Academy, other trainees, many of whom was still watching, just concentrating at the wonderful feeling around his penis, the feeling of her body pressing against his, the heat of their union and of the water pouring on them. He thrust again again, kissing her neck as he listened to her moans and the sounds of their genitals squelching and balls slapping against her. Whirlwind’s nails almost punctured the skin on his back, so it seemed to him, as she rolled her hips along with his rhythm, probably having longed for him as much as he had for her.

“Well,” he heard her gasp, “color me impressed. I had thought you’d not last long after so many days.”

Prism turned his head to glance at her and smirked. ‘You thought I would cum and stop fucking you? Not a chance. I’m going to keep this up for a while.”

Truth be told, he was worried how long he could keep it up; as Whirlwind had said, it had been some time. However, he hadn’t had time to ponder on it too much as he heard her giggle.

“Oh please, think I would let you off the hook that easily?” she asked with a wink. “If you’d cum, I would suck that monster cock of yours until you were hard again.”

“As if you need an excuse to suck it,” Prism teased, giving her a particularly hard thrust. “I know how wet you get when my spunk goes down your throat.”

“Look who’s talking,” Whirlwind replied in kind, having some difficulty to stop moaning to speak. “You love the taste of my pussy.”

“Oh, I’m not denying it,” he said, bending to kiss her neck, then her lips. “Although I maybe love fucking it more.”

Having said that, he pulled out completely, causing Whirlwind to look at him with surprise. Without pausing to explain, Prism took her leg off his waist, grabbed her and turned her around. Understanding, Whirlwind placed her hands on the wall, propping herself against it as she arched her back. Holding her hips, Prism positioned his dick against the opening of her pussy from behind and shoved it in, only to pull back and start thrusting. With this position allowing him to get a faster pace, soon the showers were filled with very loud slapping sounds, accompanied by Whirlwind’s moans and his grunts.

She glanced over her shoulder at him, her mouth open. “Mmm…” Whirlwind groaned, then added, “Give them a little show,” she winked, shaking her ass a bit as he pounded against it.

I thought we were already giving them a pretty good one, Prims noted, amused, but didn’t have anything against obeying.

Nodding with understanding and winking, he brought one hand off her hips, raised it, and smacked it against her ass. This prompted Whirlwind to utter a lustful moan, which resonated across the showers along with the sound the slap had made. Prism leaned closer to her, his hand moving along her body to grab her breast and squeeze it as he pressed his lips close to her ear.

“Good enough?” he asked in a whisper.

Instead of replying, Whirlwind once again turned her head over her shoulder, trying to kiss him. Twisting his head to properly align, Prism happily kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth and wrestling with her tongue.

“More,” Whirlwind whispered when they broke the kiss. Her beautiful blue eyes stared into his as she continued, “Fuck me until I can’t walk, I want to be sore when I wake up tomorrow. Show them how to screw,” she added, nodding again at their crowd.

Slightly confused as to why she put an emphasis on “them”, Prism glanced at the on-lookers again. To his surprise, he saw that there weren’t just guys there anymore. Five girls were standing there too, staring at them with wide eyes. Some of them were wearing only towels around themselves - probably having been going back to their quarters before they came here (whether some guys brought them here or he and Whirlwind were so loud they could hear them from the corridor, Prism didn’t know) - while others already clothed, all with wet hair suggesting that they had just recently finished showering themselves.

Naturally, Prism had recovered much quicker than them. He grinned and winked at them, then turned back to Whirlwind. “Think people will start taking example from us?” he asked, releasing her breast and moving his hand down her body.

“Tired of seeing just naked guys, huh?” she replied, her lips briefly lining into a smirk before she opened them again to give voice to her pleasure. Prism’s hand had made it’s way between her legs, and he was now rubbing her pussy as he fucked her, feeling his own dick inside of her body. “Oooh… maybe, if they get turned on enough,” Whirlwind said, probably as excited at the thought as he.

Smiling, and, wondering what he had done to deserve such an amazing girlfriend, Prism kissed her again, then leaned back. With a last brush of his fingers across her pussy, he brought his hand for another loud slap before placing it again on her hip. Squeezing her hips, he brought them towards himself in time with his thrust, increasing the intensity of their lustful fucking.

“You like that?” he asked Whirlwind after a particularly loud moan.

“Yes!” she shouted in reply, her eyes closed.

“You like the feeling of my cock spreading your insides?”

“Yes! I love it! Give me more of your cock! I want you to fuck me so hard I’ll feel it tomorrow! Make me moan so loudly everybody in the Academy gets here, I want them all see us and be jealous!” Whirlwind opened her eyes and looked at their audience, before turning to him. “Let’s make them even more worked up. I want to see the chicks get wet and guys grow hard.”

Already done, Prism mused, glancing at their spectators.

That the guys had got boners watching them he had known since they had started. In fact, it looked that some of those that had started jerking off to them had already climaxed. The girls, however… there was now more of them. Some were keeping to the edge of the showers, blushing fiercely and looking as if trying to cover their eyes, but they were still there, still watching them, and as Prism’s eyes turned to regard them, he noticed that one was pressing her hand between her legs.

Others were more open about this. One had slipped a hand into her pants while standing in between other people, another let her towel fall to the ground and she masturbated, naked, while kissing with one of the guys. A few more had also started making out with them; Prism vaguely recalled that some of his fellow trainees were actually couples already. As he regarded them, one guy had helped his girlfriend lose her towel and pushed her gently against the wall, entering her. She was red on her face, and seemed embarrassed, but didn’t object and wrapped her hands and legs around her boyfriend as they started to fuck.

Seeing people move away from them and some turning to regard them, Prism got a sudden urge to ‘win them back’. He just felt he and Whirlwind deserve more attention. Am I getting jealous that people are watching others having sex instead of us? he wondered, slightly surprised by the realization. However, he didn’t paid that thought much mind; he leaned close to Whirlwind and asked her, “Wanna change things up a bit?”

“Getting tired?” she asked teasingly, glancing back. Before Prism could think of a smart reply, Whirlwind winked and added, “Sure; lay down on the floor.”

Eagerly obeying, Prism stopped thrusting his hips, and pulled out of her pussy. A little break from stimulating his dick, even as short as this would be, was going to be useful, anyway. Now he really didn’t want to cum, not with all those people having sex around them (two more couples had joined).

He laid down on the floor, carefully positioning so that water from the shower wouldn’t be falling straight on his face. As his dick stood proud in attention, Prism kept his eyes on Whirlwind; didn’t want to seem too cocksure by checking out the girls’ reaction to seeing his penis in all of its glory (he was certain he heard a girl gasp… at least, he thought it was a girl). For him, it was more enough to see Whirlwind eyeing his manhood and licking her lips.

Half-expecting her to take off his condom and start sucking him off - licking her lips like that sorta gave a ‘cock hungry vibe’ - Prism was slightly surprised when she moved to stand atop of him, her legs on both sides of his hips. With some satisfaction, he had noticed as she made those steps she slightly shook. Whirlwind kneeled down slowly, spreading her legs and helping his dick align better with her hand as it slid inside of her. As it had just left it, her pussy offered little resistance, accepting it back into its wet folds. Whirlwind groaned and arched her back feeling him fill her again, before she bend down to Prism, placing her hands near his shoulders.

Prism run his hands across her back as she started bouncing her hips, and leaned closer to his ear. “How close are you?” she whispered.

“Not close, but I can still manage some more,” Prism replied in the same voice. “You?”

“Same… I think,” Whirlwind amended, humping his crotch. “Getting close. Try to not cum before me, alright?”

“Of course,” Prism said, surprised that she felt it was necessary to tell him.

He understood why as she winked at him. She had an idea.

“After I’ll have an orgams - arching my back so they can all admire my tits - I’ll dismount you. I’ll stay on my knees as you’ll get up I’ll start sucking your dick. Away from the shower; I want you to cum on my face,” Whirlwind explained, smiling lustily. “Show them off how much cum you’ve got in your balls.”

Prism could only smirk in reply. “I love you,” he said, kissing her.

Whirlwind kissed him back, staying atop of him with her body pressing into his for a few more heartbeast, before breaking the kiss and pulling back. Straightening, she looked him in the eyes before picking up the pace. Prism placed his hand on her hips, and Whirlwind covered them with hers, arching her back as she bounced fast and hard. He was entranced by the sight of her boobs moving up and down along with her, and was certain their audience was too. The pressure on his dick was slowly becoming unbearable for him, but he held on; he really liked what Whirlwind had in mind.

Still, he hoped she wasn’t too far from reaching her orgasm. Prism looked at her as she panted, keeping his hand down, perhaps not wanting him to ruin their audience the view by grasping her boobs (although the way she was sitting it would be a tad difficult to reach them for him). Not that he minded, he quite enjoyed helping her bring her hips down on him. Her pace started becoming quicker, the intervals between when he was hilted inside of her and when only his head remained grew shorter. Her moans were starting to get louder, too.

Finally, with a loud scream, Whirlwind came, her body shuddering and her pussy tightening around his dick. Prism groaned as she rode her orgasm on top of him, feeling his own approaching rapidly. “Dubz,” he gasped as she slowly rolled her hips.

Whirlwind looked at him, her eyes a bit hazy, but she nodded and, with some difficulty, raised above him, freeing his dick, then laid on her ass on the floor, moving slightly away from the running water. Remembering her plan, Prism rose, and - finding some problems with standing straight and walking - he took a few steps to stand before her.

Supporting herself on one arm, her legs splayed away, Whirlwind brought her hand to his dick and, after taking off the condom, took it into her mouth, sucking it enthusiastically. Prism gasped as she started bobbing up and down his shaft, feeling her tongue work underside it. He brought one hand to the back of her head, grasping it and running fingers through her wet hair. Whirlwind seemed to like it, cause she winked at him, and leaned back, her tongue dancing around his tip before she swallowed his dick whole again.

“Dubz,” Prism groaned again, this time because he felt he was about to cum.

Though he was certain Whirlwind heard him, she continued to suck him. Before he could do anything else, he felt a strong pressure in his dick as his balls empties their load down her throat. Almost immediately, Whirlwind pulled back, letting his cock slid out of her mouth, causing most of his shot of cum to land right on her face, as well as the next ones. Three shots in total splashed her face, almost coloring it white. As Prism breathed heavily, spent, Whirlwind smiled at him, to which he replied with a smile as well.

Slowly, she tilted her head to regard their audience, and, as Prism knew, to let them see her face. Glancing at them, Prism saw that now there were five couples fucking within the showers, not counting them, and others were all pretty much openly masturbating at this point. The closest girl, fingers in her pussy, was looking at Whirlwind with disbelief, then glanced at Prism and blushed when she noticed him seeing it. Guys were looking at him with envy. Some of the couples too were looking at them even as they fucked, probably stimulated even further by their sight.

“Hm, we seem to have started an orgy,” Whirlwind mused out-loud as she started to clean her face, as if only now noticing it.

“Sorta looks that way,” Prism agreed, lowering himself down to the floor and sitting beside her.

She giggled and crawled close to him, pressing against his body and kissing his lips. “You’ve got more strength left, right?” Whirlwind asked as they embraced one another. “I wanna show them how long real lovers can fuck.”

Prism smirked. “So, we’re staying until everybody leaves?”

“Yep.”

“Good,” he replied, rolling her over onto her back and moving atop of her.

A part of his mind wondered how long they’ve been fucking, but he was too occupied to put any real thought into it. All he knew is that, as he thrusted from behind into Whirlwind, who was now down on all fours, when he noticed somebody leaving through the door and he looked around, they were all alone.

“Well, it’s official - we’re the best,” he told Whirlwind, leaning down to play with her tit and kiss her on the cheek.

She glanced back over her shoulder. “Was there every any doubt?”

Prism chuckled, slowing down a bit as he straightened. “Of course not,” he said, slapping her almost gently on the ass.

“Mmm… harder,” Whirlwind moaned. Prism, not sure if she meant for him to slap her harder or just start thrusting harder, did both; slapped her again, this time putting more strength into it, and began to pound against her with renewed vigor. “That’s more like it,” she said, gasping. She looked back at him as he thrusted into her, smiling, but then added. “Hang on, I wanna try something else. Lie down.”

Nodding, he pulled out of her and laid on the floor. It was still wet, even though sometime ago they had turned off the showers. Considering how long they must have been there, they would have probably bankrupted the Wonderbolt Academy. Prism made a mental note to take a shower later when they would finish (or better yet, as they would be finishing) as Whirlwind moved atop of him, then turned around so he was seeing her back as she slid down, letting his dick back inside her pussy.

He run his hand along her body as she started moaning again. “Oh yes,” she exclaimed as she started humping him, while he thrusted his hips in sync with her. “Yes… you like this position, huh?” Whirlwind asked, glancing back at him.

“I like every position,” he reminded her, smirking.

She giggled in breaks between soft moans. “We should have done it before; it is a touch more revealing.”

“Oh, so you like to have me fuck you as you show off your bouncing tits to everybody?” Prism asked teasingly. “Well then, guess we know what we’ll do tomorrow.”

“Yep, good thinking,” Whirlwind said, her eyes closed as she started to hump him faster. “We’ll do it when fuck again tomorrow,” she moaned, turning her head back away. “Oh, you can’t wait, can’t you? Screwing in front of everybody, see them either burn with jealousy, jack off or have sex right next to us? Feeling my hot moist pussy squeeze your monster of a dick-” she suddenly cut off in the middle of the sentence, stopping moving as well.

“Dubz?” Prism asked after a few seconds, confused. He leaned to the right, to look at her face. “I everything-”

He stopped mid-sentence. He could now see what caused Whirlwind to stop; she was staring at people standing at the entrance to the showers. Earlier her back was obscuring Prism the view, but now he could see too.

In the entrance stood his parents, Rainbow Dash and Soarin… and what’s worse, also Thunderlane and Cloudchaser, Whirlwind’s parents.

“So what brings you here?” Spitfire asked them after they finished greeting, sitting behind her desk again. “I assume this has something to do with your kids being here?”

“Yep,” Cloudchaser replied for all of them. “When we saw on the roster that Whirlwind will be on the instructor duty, we thought about coming to see how she’s doing. We hadn’t spend much time since she had returned to duty,” she explained, wincing slightly.

“And when they’ve mentioned it yesterday during our get-together, we thought we’ll tag along and check on Prism,” Rainbow said, then, more seriously, asked, “He didn’t start too much trouble I hope?”

Spitfire chuckled and shook her head. “Not any that I would know off.”

Her words didn’t really put Rainbow at ease. “That doesn’t prove much…” Noticing her husband Soarin rolling his eyes, she changed the subject. “So, how is he doing then?”

“I’m happy to see that he easily the best of all trainees,” Spitfire replied, much to her delight. “Definitely a Wonderbolt material, every other instructor at the Academy who had seen him doing our flight courses agrees that he won’t have much problem being advanced from the Reserves. Well, assuming he will pass the entrance exam first of course.”

Rainbow Dash nodded, recalling how her exam went. She’d make sure Prism understands he has to study for it.

But it wasn’t all Spitfire had to say about her son. “Oh, and you might be happy to know that he already broke three academy records.”

She beamed up hearing this. “Really?”

To her confusion, Spitfire grinned. “Yes - all yours.”

Rainbow blinked, surprised. “Oh... “

“You’re alright honey?” Soarin asked her, seemingly amused.

“Yeah, just conflicting emotions,” Rainbow replied, wondering if she was more proud of her son or annoyed that her record got beaten.

Well, more proud I guess, she decided.

“And how is our girl doing?” she heard Thunderlane ask Spitfire.

“She didn’t get anybody killed,” Spitfire started humorously. “Or wounded; you’d be surprised how often people had started the instructor duty with the latter. I was watching the video feed earlier from the security cameras around Academy grounds, watching how Whirlwind and other new instructors were doing. She took her duties seriously and did her best to act professionally.”

“Did her best?” Thunderlane repeated, frowning. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” Spitfire said, rolling her eyes. “Just didn’t yell at them as often as I would. Plus she and Prism kinda kept teasing each other.”

Yeah, sounds about right, Rainbow thought as Thunderlane sighed and Cloudchaser giggled.

“You heard that the two of them got together?” Cloudchaser asked Spitfire.

“I might have noticed,” Spitfire replied.

Rainbow couldn’t help but notice that she had seemed amused as she had said that. Just how those two kids had been teasing each other? she wondered, curious what Spitfire had seen on the security feed.

“And you put her in charge of Prism’s group?” Soarin asked.

She shrugged. “There are no rules against it. Sometimes I wonder what you two would have done if you were on instructor duty when those three were trainees,” Spitfire told Soarin, smirking. Nodding at him and Rainbow, she added, “Probably got together sooner, huh?”

Considering some stuff they had done on the Academy grounds after they started dating while both of them were on instructor duty, Rainbow guessed that Spitfire wasn’t too far off.

Before either she or Soarin could reply, Spitfire waved her hand. “Anyway, I’m sure you’d like to find your kids and catch up with them. We can talk later.”

“Thanks,” Rainbow said, as all of them saluted, more out of habit than actual necessity. “See you later.”

“So,” Cloudchaser chat up as they closed the door, “feeling sore over losing some records?”

Rainbow snorted with laughter. “A bit,” she admitted, as they began to walk down the hallway, “but if anybody had to beat them, I’m glad it was one of my sons.”

“I wonder if it was smart letting Whirlwind be Prism’s group’s instructor,” Thunderlane muttered, more to himself than to them.

“Why’s that?” Soarin asked him.

“You’d know if you had a daughter,” Thunderlane replied, and although he’s face was serious, his voice had a note of amusement.

“Fair enough,” Soaring agreed, seemingly ending this discussion.

“Oh, come on you two,” Cloudchaser exclaimed, nudging her husband playfully. “What, do you think the two of them would make out in front of the other trainees or something?”

Rainbow and Soarin chucked seeing Thunderlane frown at her as if that was exactly what he had been thinking.

“I wonder why Spitfire let her do that though,” Soarin said after a second, as if trying to improve Thunderlane’s humor. “Instruct Prism’s group I mean. Kind of doesn’t strike me as something she would do.”

“Maybe Whirlwind had convinced her somehow?” Rainbow said, smirking. “If I was in her place, I’d love to have an opportunity to boss my man around.”

Soarin smirked. “First time I heard that you needing an opportunity to do that,” he said, winking at her.

“Hm, I wonder where we can catch the kids at this time,” Rainbow heard Cloudchaser wonder as she grabbed Soarin’s hand and pressed closer to him.

“Mess hall?” Rainbow suggested. “That’s where we’re going right now. Although I suppose it couldn’t hurt to ask somebody,” she added, noticing two trainees coming from the opposite direction of the hallway.

They were busy talking, but when they were about to pass each other they looked at them… and stopped, staring. Rainbow Dash suppressed a smirk; she could still remember how she had first reacted upon meeting Wonderbolts.

“Hi,” she told them. “Listen, could you help us out? We were looking for Prism Bolt, one of the trainees, and Whirlwind, she was a new instructor today? Do you know where they are?”

To her slight confusion, the two trainees shared a looked before either of them replied. “Um, yes, I think we’ve seen them…” one started, stammering. “Um…”

“I think they should still be in the men’s shower- I-I mean, locker room,” the other one amended, his eyes growing even wider. “Around it. They were, um…”

“Talking,” his friend finished for him, her mouth curling into a nervous smile. “Yep, Whirlwind wanted to talk with him about something, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” the other quickly agreed, nodding. “Anyway, we need to go, bye!” he said, and both of them all but bolted past them.

“What’s their problem?” Thunderlane wondered, confused.

“They were probably nervous about meeting their idols,” Rainbow replied nonchalantly. “Anyway, we know where to go now, let’s go,” she said, taking a turn on the next corridor that would lead them to men’s locker room; fortunately, they weren’t too far away.

“What would Whirlwind need to talk about with Prism that it couldn’t wait?” Soarin wondered, glancing at the parents of said girl. “I mean, it had to be something important if she couldn’t have waited until they were somewhere more private?”

“Come to think of it,” Cloudchaser mused, frowning, “I thought the flight courses usually end about two hours ago.”

“Maybe Spitfire now holds them up longer,” Rainbow replied, shrugging, as they entered the lockers room. She looked around; there was no soul here. “Where the heck are they?”

Soarin opened his mouth, then paused and raised his hand. “Wait - do you guys here that?”

Rainbow listened in; now that he pointed that out, she could hear some voices coming from the showers… and weird sounds that were altered by the echo. Although it kinda sounded like.

… No, she thought, shaking her head. Surely they couldn’t be having sex there right now...

Still, it was a direction, so since there was no way they would be doing that, she began to head towards the showers, followed by the others. Just as she was about to enter it, she heard something that made her pause.

“Oh, you can’t wait, can’t you?”

That was definitely Whirlwind’s voice. Except it has some strange tone it, as if she was… moaning. Rainbow, shocked, turned to exchanged confused look with the others, before entering the showers.

What they saw inside made them wish they hadn’t.

“Screwing in front of everybody, see them either burn with jealousy, jack off or have sex right next to us?” Whirlwind said as she bounced on top of Prism; at least, Rainbow thought (or rather hoped at this point) that it was her son. They couldn’t see his face, it was obscured by Whirlwind’s naked body, and all they could see were his legs, flapping balls and penis that kept disappearing inside of her pussy. Whirlwind, still with her eyes closed, continued to dirty talk (and scar her parents for life), “Feeling my hot moist pussy squeeze your monster of a dick-

As she opened her eyes and saw them standing there, her voice failed her. She stared at them they had stared at her, stopping moving. Prism had noticed something was wrong, because he began to lean from behind her. “Dubz?” he asked, his voice sounding concerned. “Is everything-”

He too lost his voice as he saw them.

His jaw dropped. He tried to say something, anything, as his brain tried to comprehend what he was seeing. They parents seemed to have the similar problem; they were standing at the entrance to the showers (where, as he had just now realized, laid several used condoms), staring at them with wide eyes as his penis stretched Whirlwinds pussy’s, their genitals on full display.

As it turned out, Whirlwind was the first one to recover. “H-hi Mom, D-dad...” she said quietly, shaking. “H-hello, Mrs. Rainbow Dash, Mr. Soarin…”

Gulping nervously, Prism raised a hand and waved. “H-hi… w-what are you doing here?” he asked, wondering just why in the name of every higher power their powers had to come here.

His father shook his head, seemingly recovering somewhat; still, as he answered, he wasn’t meeting their eyes or even looking at them. “We, um, heard that Whirlwind was this week put on instructor duty, thought we would come and see you both. The other trainees told us you were here, ‘talking’.”

“Guess that explains why they were so nervous when they answered,” his mother added, rubbing her eyes. “Whirlwind, would you mind get off my son, and both of you covering yourself?”

“Preferably before your father snaps?” Cloudchaser added, looking at her husband who was staring at them without showing signs of life, save for a twitch of one eyelid.

Whirlwind quickly got off him, and Prism scrambled off the floor, both of them hiding behind a wall in the middle of the showers. They looked at each other, Prism’s own fear, shock and embarrassment reflected in hers.

“This couldn’t have just happened,” Whirlwind whispered as they heard their parents walk away, probably deciding to wait in the locker room. She grabbed her head and shook it. “How could something like that happened?!”

“I dunno…” Prism said, as confused as her. He grabbed his towel and tied it around his waist, then checked how dry was Whirlwind’s suit; fortunately, when later they took out another wrapper from her pocket they put her suit on a dry shelf further away. “H-how long do you think they were there?”

“I don’t know… I opened my eyes and they were already there,” she said, covering her face. “Oh fuck, they must have heard me talking...”

Considering what she had been saying, Prism couldn’t blame her for being mortified. “Hey, c’mon, it’s not the end of the world,” he said, trying to cheer her up. “I mean, our parents are cool… and your dad isn’t really going to kill me, isn’t he?” he asked, slightly worried about his reaction.

“No, I don’t think so… although you might want to try to get to stand next to the exit,” Whirlwind replied, smiling sheepishly; Prism was hoping she was making a joke, both because he hated seeing her unhappy like that, and because he wanted to survive. “I mean, if you’d get out of the locker room you should be fine, Dad can’t keep up your level of speed of a long distance.”

“Good, I always wanted to be remembered as a trainee that run from one of the senior members of the Wonderbolts covered only by a towel,” Prism joked nervously.

Whirlwind chuckled, then smirked. “You really think that going at that speed you’d keep that towel?”

He couldn’t not snort with laughter. Prism shook his head and leaned to kiss her. “You’re amazing,” he told her, truly meaning that.

“I know,” Whirlwind replied, her hand squeezing his ass through the towel. “You’re not so bad either. I’m sure we’ll be able to explain this to our parents somehow… and, you know, not speak to them for a few months after this.”

“Yeah, couldn’t agree more.”

As soon as they left the showers, wanting to wait for the kids in the locker room, Thunderlane starter pacing back and forth. “I’m gonna kill him,” he stated as he slowly recovered from the shock.

He heard his wife sigh, while Rainbow snorted. “No you’re not,” she said, then added, “At least not until I’m done with him.”

Now it was Soarin’s turn to sigh. “Rainbow, don’t be a hypocrite. We too had-”

“Yeah, at night, when we were alone,” Rainbow cut him off. “You’ve seen how those two earlier had reacted. Plus, the thing Whirlwind had said…”

Thunderlane turned away, not wanting to recall that. His little girl, saying such… things… It must have been Prism’s fault, he thought, resuming his pacing. He somehow convinced her to do this in front of everybody.

He still couldn’t believe that his daughter was having sex; let alone that he had seen it. Thunderlane wasn’t naive, he knew that sooner or later Whirlwind would start having sex (after all, him and Cloudchaser hardly waited until they were married, despite what he might had told their daughter when she was younger), but it would have never, in his wildest nightmares, crossed his mind that she would have… looked like this! In public place, with people watching!

“Speaking of Whirlwind...” he heard his wife speak up. Thunderlane looked at Cloudchaser as she continued. “Well, this is a men’s locker room and showers. Kinda looks like Prism wasn’t the one who, um, initiated this.”

His eyes grow wider, hearing her talk about their daughter like this, but as he thought about what she had said, he found sense in her reasoning. Which only made things worse for him.

“What the hell’s wrong with them?!” he asked, his question directed at nobody in particular. “Both of them! Don’t they have any shame?!”

Soarin cleared his throat, making all of them turn to look at him. “Not that I am happy that we saw them, or with what they had been doing earlier, but do we really want to argue with our kids about how they are having sex?”

Shuddering at Soarin’s last words, Thunderlane was about to reply when Rainbow beat him to it.

“So what, we should say ‘Oh, so you’re having orgies, that’s cool’?” she asked, her frown indicating what she had thought of that.

“Oh please,” Soarin replied nonchalantly, “if those were any other trainees that we would have seen and knew what they’ve done, you’d have loudly congratulated them.”

Rainbow cheeks grew red. “No, I would not!” As her husband raised eyebrows, she rolled her eyes. “Okay, maybe, but those weren’t any other trainees.”

Cloudchaser spoke up. “Let’s just talk with them and see what they have to say about this. Also, I think we should all be glad that they’ve at least had been using condoms. I am so not ready to be a grandparent.”

Thunderlane nodded, not even wanting to think how much worse this situation would have been if Whirlwind had gotten pregnant. But how can we be sure if those condoms laying around where theirs? he wondered. For obvious reasons, when earlier Prism’s penis was on full display he hadn’t looked closely enough to tell if they had been using one or not.

Just then, they all noticed the sound of approaching footsteps. As one, they turned towards the entrance to the showers, where after a heartbeat Whirlwind and him came though. Thunderlane frowned, the sight of the man who had so openly defiled his little girl making him furious.

Whirlwind could feel Prism tense beside her. She couldn’t blame him; her father was staring at him as if with an intention to kill. Also, though she doubted it was intentional, their parents stood in between them and the locker room’s exit, meaning he couldn’t run away too easily.

She cleared her throat and start. “Listen, we’re really sorry you had to… see that,” she started, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Prism nodded and added. “We didn’t know you were going to visit us.”

“Yeah, we should have called first, silly us,” Rainbow said sarcastically. “We should have know if we won’t we might walk into you two having sex in a public place.”

“Well, to be fair, you did walk into the showers,” Prism countered sheepishly. “That’s not exactly a public place. I mean, what did you expect?”

His mother frowned at him, though Whirlwind knew he had a point.

Soarin raised his hands in gesture of reconciliation. “Look, why don’t forget for now that we saw you two having sex...”

I’d prefer to forget about it forever, Whirlwind commented in her thoughts.

“... and talk about what bothers us more; that you were having sex in public,” Soarin continued, then added, “With an actual public, if we are not mistaken.”

Her cheeks grew even hotter. Unable to meet their gazes, she looked away. “Um… you aren’t mistaken,” she said in a low voice.

She could hear her father groan angrily. “Why?” he asked, keeping his voice calm with obvious difficulty.

Whirlwind exchanged glances with Prism. How were they going to explain this? She doubted either of their parents would be happy with just “Because it was fun” for an answer.

“And for that matter,” her mother unexpectedly spoke up; Whirlwind wondered if she was trying to somehow make it easier for them to come up with an answer, “when exactly did you start having sex? You hadn’t been back together for too long. Assuming that you really did get back together shortly before that party,” Cloudchaser added.

She nodded. “Yes, we really did get back together then. As for when we started having sex… it was the same day actually,” she finished sheepishly.

Their parents looked at them, almost disapprovingly, but finally, after a heartbeat Rainbow sighed. “Well, they’ve been a couple for years earlier, I guess that counts,” she said, shrugging. “So you did that before or after the party?”

“What does that matter?” Thunderlane asked her, frowning.

“Just curious,” Rainbow replied.

In the meantime, Whirlwind had once again exchanged looks with Prism. “Actually…” Prism replied, smiling with embarrassment, “both.”

All four heads turned to him sharply. “Well, they’re young,” Soarin said, as if trying to defuse the situation.

Cloudchaser was about to nod in agreement, but she stopped in mid-motion. “Wait. Didn’t the two of you leave with that friend of yours, Amber?”

Oh, mother of Celestia, no, Whirlwind uttered in her thoughts.

She heard Prism clear his throat, but even before he said anything, their parents stared at them with eyes as wide as when they’d walked in on them minutes ago. Apparently, their obvious nervousness was an answer enough.

“You’re kidding,” Thunderlane said, looking from one to the other. “You… just had sex for the first time and then a few hours later had a threesome?”

Whirlwind wasn’t sure what to say. She was happy that at least her father wasn’t angry anymore, or at least, not as much, but she didn’t really like seeing him so confused. Also, she noticed that Prism’s father was looking at him with something akin to pride, which annoyed her a bit.

“Yes,” she said, sighing. “Amber is a good friend, and she had helped me a lot during this past month. So when she asked, and gave me very good reasons why she wanted to have a threesome with us, we couldn’t just refuse.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Thunderlane muttered, frowning at Prism. “I’m sure your boyfriend agreed to have sex with her just because of that.

Whirlwind frowned hearing his choice of words. “Dad, that was a threesome,” she pointed out. “That means I had sex with her too.”

They once again glanced at her with surprise, but to a small surprise, that didn’t cause much reaction. She had expected at least some concern about her sexuality or something. However, before she could ponder too much about it, Prism’s mom asked a question that took her by surprise.

“So, how long did you had sex that day in total?”

Everybody turned to look at her. “What does it matter?” Cloudchaser asked, confused.

“Hey, first I hear that he beat my records in the Academy, then that they had a threesome the same day they’d started having sex,” Rainbow replied. “At least I want to know that I had a longer first time than they had.”

As they continued to stare at her with confusion, Soarin sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. “Wow, your ego can’t stop you from competing even in a situation like this.”

“Oh shut up, you said you’ll be with me in health and illness,” Rainbow told him sternly, although there was a warmth in her gaze as she looked at him. Turning to Whirlwind and Prism, she asked, “So?”

Whirlwind gave a tired sight. “I dunno, five hours before the party and… four with Amber?” she asked, turning to Prism.

“Yeah, something around that. So nine in total,” he said, turning to their parents.

She too looked at them… and found all of them staring at them with open mouths. Whirlwind looked from one to another, not understanding. “What?”

First to recover was Rainbow Dash. “Nothing, just… shocked,” she said as the others slowly regained their composure. “And maybe a little jealous,” she added, looking away.

Cloudchaser cleared her throat. “So, um, how exactly did you come from having sex and threesomes into what was basically an orgy?”

Whirlwind sighed. “It wasn’t an orgy… well, at least, we didn’t mean it to be. I just wanted to have sex with Prism here, I didn’t know some other girls would come and people would start having sex too. And as for why we did it…” she said, remembering earlier question, “I… suppose you could say that knowing people were watching us made it more.. exciting,” she finished, smiling sheepishly. “I mean, sure, at first we were embarrassed just from thinking about something like that, but we quickly stopped caring about it; I mean, why should we be ashamed? We’re both hot and have great sex. Are you saying we should be ashamed?” Whirlwind finished, raising an eyebrow.

That caused their parents to get a little abashed. “No, of course not,” Cloudchaser quickly said. “It’s just… we didn’t quite expect you to do stuff like this, it will take us some time to get used to that. But we would never think you should be ashamed. Right?” she asked, turning to Thunderlane, her voice a bit forceful.

He sighed, but nodded and gave Whirlwind a weak smile. “Of course. Just please, for the love of Celestia, don’t do it someplace we can ran into you.”

“Well, next time give us a warning before you come visiting,” Whirlwind replied, smirking.

“Oh, trust us, we won’t even come to either of your apartments now without calling a day before,” Rainbow Dash said, waving her hand dismissively. She then cleared her throat and looked at her thoughtfully. “So, um… you said public sex is fun?”

This time, all heads turned to Rainbow. “Seriously?” Soarin asked, his eyes wide.

“What?” Rainbow asked innocently. “If they can do it, why couldn’t we give it a try someday? And don’t you dare eyeball me boy,” she told Prism sternly, who was also staring at his mother with shock. “We just walked in on you two having sex in public place where an orgy took place, you don’t get to say ‘oh, parent’s having sex, gross’.”

Prism opened his mouth, but no sound came from them; his mother had a good point.

“You’re really considering it, or are you just trying to scare the kids?” Soarin asked his wife.

“Maybe,” she replied, winking at him, then turning - much to Whirlwind’s torment - back to her. “So, you were saying?”

“Um…” Whirlwind mumbled, not really expecting to have to answer this. She opened her mouth, but just that minute her phone started to ring. Surprised - she forgot she even took it with her - she glanced at her pocket, but decided to not take it. “Let’s just ignore it,” she said, taking it off her pocket - the vibrations distracted her - and put it on of the lockers. Having done that, Whirlwind cleared her throat and started, “Well, yes, I mean… it’s exciting to know that other people are seeing you-”

Her phone beeped, signaling it started recording message. “Hi Whirlwind, it’s Amber!” Whirlwind blinked; she didn’t know she had set the voice so loudly that all could hear them. “Listen, just calling in to remind you about next weekend. Oh, and also, got a little surprise for you; I’m bringing toys this time!”

Whirlwind turned to stare at her phone, then facepalmed.

“Cya!”

Slowly, she turned to look at Prism and their parents; her boyfriend as embarrassed as her, the parents looking at her either with amusement or embarrassment as well.

“So,” Rainbow started, smirking, “how did you say it earlier? That you ‘couldn’t refuse’?”

Beside her, Prism sighed. “Mom,” he started, “don’t-”

“Hey, I’m not saying anything,” his mother quickly said, still smirking. “Heck, we’re damn proud of ya kid. Right?” she asked, glancing at Soarin, who gave a somewhat embarrassed nod.

Just as Whirlwind was about to once again think that it was slightly unfair how Prism’s parents were proud of him because of things like that, her mom spoke, “So, Whirlwind, how close friend is this Amber exactly?”

“W-well, not that close, we’re not dating in three or anything like that,” Whirlwind stammered, embarrassed. “But she is a very close friend to us, and since we had so much fun we decided to do it again.”

“I see,” her mom nodded, then raised an eyebrow and smirked. “So what kind of toys she was talking about?”

Whirlwind stared at her, surprised. “M-mom!”

“I was just kidding,” she said, sticking her tongue playfully.

“It wasn’t funny,” Thunderlane told his wife, causing her and Rainbow Dash to giggle. He sighed and continued; “Could we stop talking about how our kids are having sex?”

“Sure,” Rainbow replied, smirking, then turned to Whirlwind and Prism. “So, changing subject, what had Spitfire meant when she told us that you two kept teasing each other during flight courses?”

Thunderlane sighed loudly. “I was thinking about leaving the topic altogether, but…” he trailed off in defeat, rolling his eyes.

Once again, they exchanged glances, both smiling; compared to their earlier topics, this one wasn’t as bad. “Well, we first talked like we didn’t know each other,” Prism began, “with me calling her ‘ma’am’ and her calling me ‘trainee’...”

“Roleplay,” Rainbow nodded, grinning. “Nice.”

“Then when I finished one hundred laps as first, I was smirking because of us being basically alone for a few moments and because I liked our roleplay,” Prism continued, glancing at Whirlwind. “Dubz asked why I was smirking, and I said because I was thinking how much I’d like to f- have sex with her,” he corrected himself in the last moment.

Honestly, Whirlwind thought, rolling her eyes, considering that they saw us fucking, using the gentler word wouldn’t matter much. Besides, she added lusty, fuck sounds better.

She resumed paying attention, curious as to what Prism was going to say next… and how would their parents react.

“And then she squeezed my ass and massaged my boner through the suit.”

“Oh, mother of Celestia,” Thunderlane moaned in dismay.

Cloudchaser, on the other hand, snorted with laughter. “You made your boyfriend sprout a boner during flight courses?”

Whirlwind nodded and grinned. “Yeah, and then made him flying the obstacle course with it.”

Now everybody laughed, even her father, while Prism rolled his eyes. “Well, fortunately, I flew through it perfectly. Afterwards, Dubz commended me that I managed that, especially since I had some ‘baggage’, as she put it… and touched it.”

“I suppose by now we shouldn’t be shocked that you touch in public,” Soarin commented.

“Of course, Prism gave as good as he got,” Whirlwind said, not wanting to seem like the only one with grabby hands. “After he finished the race as first, he got behind me while I was waiting at the finish line and keeping an eye on the time of others, and started feeling me up through the suit, partially unzipped my suit and started squeezing my breasts.”

She paused, noticing the angry look her father was giving Prism. Perhaps we shouldn’t have gone into these many details, Whirlwind mused.

Clearing her throat, she added, “However, soon the other trainees started to get near the finish line, so he stopped so I could write down their times. After that we hadn’t exactly done much as exciting stuff. Just more role playing and stuff like that.”

“Wow,” Rainbow Dash said, sounding impressed. Glancing at her husband, she said, “Starting to wish you were my instructor; it sounds like the kids had lots of fun today. And that’s besides the orgy. Or breaking my records,” she added, winking at them.

Her comment caused Prism to smirk. “Hey, Mom, speaking of breaking your records, what is yours longest time having sex? Just curious.”

Whirlwind turned to look at him, both surprised and intrigued, while Rainbow Dash laughed hearing her son’s question. Soarin was rolling his eyes, whether at his wife or Prism Whirlwind did not know. Her mom, on the other hand, appeared to waiting for Rainbow’s answer, as if she too was curious. Her father, though...

“Well, since you ask…” Rainbow said, glancing at Soarin and grinning. “Our record is sixteen hours; a whole weekend of almost non-stop sex.”

“Sixteen hours?” Prism mused. Whirlwind could almost hear him smirk. “Okay then, we’re going to break it this weekend. Shouldn’t be much of a problem.”

“Um, Dad,” Whirlwind said, causing the other’s attention to turn to her and Thunderlane. “Are you alright?”

Her father had his gaze fixated on Prism, his eyelid was twitching and his hand was almost clenched, as if he held something in there (and considering his expression, the only things that fitted were knives or hammers).

“I’m… fine,” he said through the clenched teeth, still staring at Prism as if wanting to kill him. He shook his head and somewhat recovered. “Whirlwind, we kinda went through a lot this past half an hour; how about we’ll go to the mess hall eat something? You two can join us when you get dressed.”

“Um, yes, sure,” Whirlwind replied, glad that her father had calmed down.

Everybody else also agreed to the idea, so soon they were finally left alone, their parents going towards the mess hall. As the doors closed, both she and Prism sighed. “Well, that went well,” Prism said.

“Yeah…” she agreed, then gave him an amused look. “Were you trying to give my father a heart attack or something? Telling in front of him that you plan to fuck me for over sixteen hours.”

He chuckled uncomfortably. “Yeah, probably shouldn’t, but I just figured that considering everything we had already talked about - sex in the showers, Amber - we could talk about that too.”

“I suppose,” she agreed, smiling. She then drew closer to him and looked at him lustily. “So, you’re thinking about breaking your parent’s record?”

“Well, Amber was coming over for the weekend anyway, so…” he replied, smiling sheepishly.

Whirlwind smiled sheepishly as well, looking forward to the weekend.