Watch Her Learn, To Scream My Name
Author's Note
Because of the recent episode of Newbie Dash
Last minute proof reading equals not much proof reading...soz
Watch Her Learn, To Scream My Name
Spitfire flips her mane back as it is still drying and throws the towel around her neck. She stops at the locker room door. Blaze is giving Fleetfoot a massage(nothing unusual there), Soarin still in his spandex costume and Dash is...what the hell is Dash doing?
"...They don't call me Rainbow Fash for nothing." She says, giving her the brightest flirting eyes she could for her stallion crush.
"Uhh, huuuuh, uh," Soarin replies intelligently, his confusion by the sudden advance of the skittle colored mare throwing him off guard.
"The Fash is for fashion," she flutters her eyes multiple times.
Spitfire has had enough. "Crash!" She exclaims as she makes her entrance into the locker room. Rainbow immediately turns tail and takes a few steps towards Spitfire. Spitfire's stare is like dildoes- err...daggers, piercing Rainbow Dash's soul. "I don't know why you are acting like this but you need to stop," Spitfire commands. Rainbow Dash's face still speaks of her disapppointment in herself.
"I was just..." Dash starts out confidently before going back to a disappointed tone, "you know..."
And then she goes on to say something about banging each Wonderbolt in alphabetical order and yada yada yada.
"I know you're excited to find your place on the team, but just focus on the routine for now, okay?" Spitfire says sternly.
"Yes ma'am!" Rainbow Dash replies without hesitation, although the look on Dash's face still tells of her nervousness and uncertainty.
Hmmmm... Spitfire thinks to herself. A light bulb goes off in her head. She elbows the locker next to her with such force and precision that it forces open. "Maybe this will help motivate you."
Rainbow Dash peers into the locker. A single, standard Wonderbolt's coat hangs from the rack. Dash practically beams with joy as she takes it into hoof. A quick glance at the nametag turns her off immediately. "Crash?! You couldn't have put my regular name on it?"
"That's not how it works around here," Spitfire retorts matter-of-factly. "We all have our nicknames on our jackets. Right, Clipper?"
"Clipper?" Rainbow Dash looks around in confuzzlement.
A locker slams and Soarin shouts, "Right, Boss!"
"Now it's official," Spitfire says confidently as she walks by Rainbow. "Welcome to the Wonderbolt's, Crash," she snickers as she walks off.
Rainbow turns around and throws the jacket back into the locker with an aggravated grunt. She's about to close the locker when she notices something sticking out of the front pocket of it.
"Huh?" Rainbow Dash says, tilting her head to the side. She slips the little envelope out. It has her name in bold, red letters on the front. "For me?" She questions.
She lifts it up and tears it open. It has a certain and immediate scent to it. As to what it is, Rainbow can't say. It sure is...enticing.
Rainbow pulls a little white card out of the envelope and looks at it.
Rainbow Dash, meet me in my office in exactly two minutes after receiving this letter. Don't bother changing, come as you are.
Rainbow's heart sinks. Her mind starts racing as to what could be the meaning of such a subtle summoning. All of them negative thoughts.
Rainbow sighs to herself as she stops at Spitfire's door. Well, here goes my dream as a Wonderbolt...and everything else I've worked all of my life to be.
"Crash!" Spitfire's voice rips through the door leaving a head sized hole in it. Rainbow looks into the hole.
"Yes ma'am?"
Spitfire is sitting at her desk casually, the towel still draped around her neck and her mane is oddly flattened out. "Get your sorry flank in here!"
"Yes ma'am!" Rainbow shouts through the hole in the wall before disappearing lit of sight. The door opens and she steps in. Spitfire motions for her to take a seat. Rainbow Dash more than nervously closes the door and sits down as her heart races like a horse. Oh wait...
Spitfire says coolly, "I know this must be a lot to take in but we have another tradition. A tradition that is so secretly guarded that if it were to leave this room, we have another tradition to kill the pony that revealed that tradition. You still with me?"
Rainbow nods her head quickly to make sure that Spitfire understands that Rainbow understands. Well, that's just fantastic. They have a tradition for kicking ponies out. They'll probably tie a string of horseshoes to my hoof and force me to fly back to Ponyville.
"Now Crash, I can see you've been getting a little worked up here lately," Spitfire says as Rainbow's head droops at the mention of her 'nickname'. "And I assure you it's nothing to worry about."
Rainbow looks up with a hopeful look. "You mean you aren't going to kick me out of the Wonderbolts and make me fly back to Ponyville with a string of horseshoes tied to my back hoof?"
Spitfire deadpans at Dash. Then her face lightens up and she replies, "What?! Horseshoes?! No they'd probably be dildoes."
Rainbow looks at Spitfire with confusion and says, "what?"
"Nothing!" Spitfire almost shouts giddily. She stands up and walks around her desk and stands in front of Rainbow. "So about that tradition..."
Rainbow Dash's face lights up with excitement and pours her full and undivided attention into Spitfire's words.
"...we have this method of...relaxation," Spitfire says as she turns around slightly and whips her tail about. "If you catch my drift," she stops and wiggles her eyebrows at Dash.
"I'm afraid I don't uh... Get it ma'am," Rainbow replies, looking around the room.
"Have you ever been mounted by another pony before?" Spitfire asks as Rainbow eyes furrowed.
"Well, Dad used to give me piggyback rides when I was a kid," Dash replies innocently as Spitfire facehoofs.
"That is not what I mean Dash. Have you ever been hilted by a stallion before?" Spitfire asks a little more precise and bluntly.
"Uh, mounted? Ma'am?"
Spitfire releases a frustrated sigh. "Have you ever had your fucking pussy pounded inside out?!" She practically shouts.
"Uhh...that's kind of personal..." Dash says. She wiggles in her seat a bit out of nervousness.
"Well, this is part of the tradition. So are you still a virgin?" Spitfire asks, no longer willing to beat around the bush.
Rainbow's face turns a light shade of red. "Uhm...yeah," she replies nervously, fear of being rejected taking over her thought process.
"Okay. So if you could have a mind boggling, passionate, ass-smashing session with anypony in the world, who would it be?"
"I've never give it much thought," Rainbow says quietly before looking anywhere except Spitfire's fiery eyes. Spitfire is about to retort, but Rainbow Dash suddenly continues, "well, if I had to pick, I'd say...Derpy Hooves. There is just something about that mare."
"So you're a lesbian huh?" Spitfire asks, raising an eyebrow at this discovery.
"I go both ways," Rainbow says, looking away again as she said it.
"Okay, so I want you to go outside my door and pick your favorite Wonderbolt. Right now."
"Uhm, yes ma'am!" Rainbow Dash says with uncertainty before getting up. She walks to the door and with another glance back at an impatiently waiting Spitfire, she walks out.
She gasps as she looks around to find every Wonderbolt on the base is looking at her. At least 10 pairs of eyes are staring her down. Suddenly overwhelmed, she looks around and remembers what she is sent to do.
After a few moments of gazing, she eventually falls on one.
Soarin.
She pokes her head through the hole in the door and says, "okay, I've decided."
Spitfire looks at her and says, "Bring him or her in."
Dash points to Soarin and he follows her back. With a bunch of different 'awwws' and one "that is so cliché!", they reenter the office together. Soarin however, wore a very content expression on his mug.
"So, Soarin's your favorite, huh?" Spitfire says with a smirk.
"Did I do something wrong?" Rainbow asks, worry creeping into her voice.
"Oh no, he is quite the popular pick," Spitfire says, her eyes shifting in a way that makes Rainbow's heart race.
After a moment of awkward silence, Rainbow asks, "so...what now?"
"Well, you said you are a virgin," Spitfire says slyly as she makes her way around the desk. She makes a flick of her chin at Soarin and then the door shut behind her. "And well...their are none of those on the Wonderbolts." Rainbow Dash blushes hard and starts stammering inaudible gibberish. "You see, the tradition is...well, you aren't the only newbie to be worked up and up tight during their first days which is why this method of relaxation was proposed way back in the day." She creeps up on Rainbow Dash, who is almost cowering in her seat out of fear and excitement. Spitfire lays a hoof on Rainbow's thigh and finishes smoothly. "And I'm quite sure you wouldn't mind losing it to some of your heroes, right? I know that nopony else did."
Rainbow's heart is racing a million miles per hour, and her wings are extended slightly. Her massive blush gives away to her raw emotions. How many ponies get to just have blatant and random smashing sessions with the Wonderbolts? Who gets to do that for their first time?
"I uhhh, I think I won't m-mind," Rainbow stammers, her face reddening ever more. Spitfire's hoof is warm through her spandex costume, and the costume seems to be getting tighter.
"That's good," Spitfire coos. "Soarin, come over here and give the newbie a little bit of distraction.
"You've got it boss," he says seductively as he walks over to Dash who is still sitting in the chair. Her legs closed tight and she is now facing Soaring who just walked up. He stares at her for a minute, right in her glistening and uncertain magenta eyes. Rainbow's ears lean back a little and that's when Soaring pounces. He leans in quickly and starts kissing Dash passionately. Her ears shoot up in surprise and her eyes widen but her instincts instead of pull away, tell her to lean in. She starts kissing back and as they both put pressure into it, Soarin slowly makes entrance into her untouched mouth, exploring like Dora.
Spitfire uses the distraction and begins rubbing the inside of Rainbow's thigh. Slowly and gracefully she drifts her hoof across her thigh, the spandex nearly giving her carpet burn. She makes sure not to touch the end of the runway, however. She slowly makes her way up Dash's body, rubbing her all over her stomach and slowly making her way to the zipper of the costume. She pulls the zipper down slowly, Spitfire taking in every second of her virgin body as it is slowly unveiled.
Rainbow glances down, watching Spitfire nervously. Spitfire leaves it half unzipped, the cool air in the office sending a gentle breeze against Rainbow's fur. Spitfire climbs on top of Dash and puts both hooves into the spandex and wraps one around each side to Rainbow's back and finds the base of her wings. After mentally picturing where her hooves are at, Spitfire begins massaging the base of Rainbow's wings, earning a shiver and causing Dash to gasp into Soarin's mouth.
Soarin had already changed out of his spandex, which means there is nothing in the way of his slowly unsheathing stallionhood. His slowly growing jerky stick is bobbing against his stomach, just out of sight of Rainbow Dash. With Spitfire rubbing her wings and the very though of doing this naughty act with Soarin has her mind racing and is making her experience ten times as fun.
Soarin then pulls away from Dash, wearing a smirk on his lips. She looks a little embarrassed and Soarin asks, "Having a good time, Dash?"
She is quiet for a second before saying, "I... I think s-so."
"Well, it's time to graduate to the next level," he says seductively as he slowly rises above the chair and stands on his back hooves. His meat stick is hanging right in front of Dash. She blushes extremely hard and asks, "w-what am I...supposed to do with...that?"
"Try licking it," Soarin replies with a compassionate smile in his face. She hesitates as she stares at his rod but in the end gives into her curiosity. Besides, if her idols do it, then surely it can't be a bad thing, right?
She licks the under side of the flat head experimentally, earning a heavy sigh from Soarin. Spitfire watches the scene unfold and retracts her hooves from Rainbow's suit. She grabs ahold of the zipper and pulls it the rest of the way down, revealing all of the virgin Dash. Spitfire starts kissing her belly, sending shivers down Rainbow's spine. Rainbow Dash after having delivered a couple of licks to Soarin's weenie, decides to mare up, and takes his long dong in her mouth. Slowly but surely, inch by inch of his smooth and lightly veiny cock enters her mouth until he hilts at the back of her throat. Soarin looks down at the inexperienced and innocent eyes of the pony below him and she looks back. She tries to say something that sounds like a question but only comes out as a muffled mess and it vibrates Soarin's dick. Clearly not knowing what to do next, Soarin puts his hoof on the back of Rainbow's head and slowly bobs her head back and forth along his shaft. Her innocent eyes are almost too much for him too look at.
Spitfire looks right into Rainbow's no-no square and just happens to notice that the mare is not even slightly wet. It actually confuses Spitfire. "Hey Soarin," Spitfire says looking up at the stallion who still has his rock hard cock in Rainbow's mouth. "Could you stop for a second, I need to ask Crash something." Soarin pulls out and steps back with a look of confusion. Rainbow looks at Spitfire uncertainly.
"Did I do something wrong?" Rainbow asks nervously, worried to disappoint her idols.
"Oh no, you are doing great. I just happened to notice that you are not even remotely wet down there and normally after a few minutes of this activity, every other female Wonderbolt is...are you not enjoying this?" Spitfire asks softly, worried that Crash isn't liking the activity. She isn't doing anything like the rest of them. The rest you could swear they majored in sex ed and were prostitutes to pay the degree. Dash is acting different.
"Oh no! I'm loving it! Did you want me to...pee on you or something?" She asks, obviously not knowing the type of wet Spitfire was talking about. She also doesn't want to disappoint the two most famous Wonderbolts. She just wished she knew more about what they are doing.
"Oh Celestia, please don't do that," Spitfire rushes out with Soarin nearly falling over laughing. Spitfire glares at him and he straightens up and she says, "we just don't want you to do something you don't wanna do just to impress us. You don't have to do this."
Rainbow quickly replies, "well, it's just uh...new to me is all." She looks around a little uncertain at their gazes. They don't look like the usual bad ass Wonderbolts she is used to. Their faces show of legitimate concern.
"Okay, just tell us if you want to stop," Spitfire says before motioning for Soarin to continue. Soarin inserts his half flaccid cock back into Rainbow Dash's mouth. She welcomes it excitedly, the new knowledge that these ponies really do care really setting the mood for her. She begins bobbing a little more enthusiastically than before.
Spitfire sets the Wonderbolt uniform away from Rainbow, and kneels down to look straight at Rainbow's perfect and...relatively smaller cunt. The lips are only slightly parted, just enough to see her perfect, pink love button. Spitfire puts her hooves together and closes her eyes and thanks Celestia for this wonderful meal she is about to receive. It really made her day that Dash still wants to go through with it. Her nervous glare towards what Spitfire is doing still gets Spitfire's juices pumping.
Spitfire decides that now is the moment. She sticks her hoof up to Rainbow's elegant and untouched pussy. Rainbow tenses up, the sudden movement nearly causes her to gag on Soarin longjohn. Spitfire smiles a little bit. There is just something about Rainbow Dash that is super special. Maybe that cute face she makes with a dick in her mouth and the nervous glare downwards. Maybe it's the way her legs are tensed up and only barely spread in the seat. Or maybe it's that light little glisten that now adorns her entrance.
That's Spitfire's cue. Spitfire spreads Dash open slightly to see the untasted pink pie before her. She studies her package, from her clit down to the cliff under. She looks into her perfect hole, the shiny red circle indicating the legitimacy of Dash's claims of virginity. If Spitfire had a dick, her erection would be getting slapped around by the ceiling fan.
Spitfire finally lands her tongue on Rainbow Dash's runway, feeling naughty that she didn't look both ways. She licks a full circle around Rainbow's oval of opulence. Rainbow shivers as the cold air hits the saliva, her fur turning a darker shade of blue on the wet spots. Spitfire's tongue is like a paint brush, painting Rainbow's fur a more attractive contrast. Then she goes for the pink, her tongue traces around Rainbow's entrance, brushing her clit as she hit the top of the delicate cave. Rainbow shudders everytime and you can hear a soft and involuntary moan stop in her throat. Soarin loves the feeling of Dash's mouth vibrating around him, her warm tongue gliding up and down the bottom of his shaft. He is overall impressed by the new recruit; most newbies don't reach the medial ring, but Dash does.
Rainbow is blushing hard as she is violated. But only one thought really passed through her mind so far: I'm having sex for the first time with the Wonderbolts!
Sure she knows what sex is, it's how foals are made. She didn't know that it was this fun though or that there is this much to it. The pleasure tanks in her mind are beyond satisfied, the mere thought of doing the dirty act with Wonderbolts pleasuring her. This is one thing she didn't mind being a newbie at.
Soarin's cock flexes in her mouth, riding the rigid and soft top of her mouth. His balls visibly clench and his mind is elsewhere. Rainbow doesn't know what's happening and at first thought something is wrong with him, but his expression tells of something completely different. He tries pushing farther into Rainbow Dash's mouth on instinct and Rainbow Dash doesn't know what to do.
Something warms fills her mouth, Soarin rubbing the half of his cock that isn't in her mouth with his hoof. The gush just keeps cumming, Rainbow Dash slightly withdraws because of the sudden change in texture. She swallows half of it on accident, some of it dribbles out of her mouth and Soarin finally pulls his deflating cock from her mouth.
Rainbow sits there for a second trying to figure out the taste of the splooge. Then she makes up her mind. At first it was sour, now it's sweet. She shudders visibly as Spitfire begins licking her nub and hoofbumps Soarin without looking away. Soarin heads to the couch behind Spitfire's door and lays down, waiting for his horn-levels to rejuvenate. Which, with this fantastic display before him, won't take long.
Spitfire keeps licking Rainbow's delicate folds in a wonderful rhythm that has her practically squealing. Spitfire has an excellent idea hatch inside her head. "Crash," Spitfire says, stopping her attacks on Rainbow's love button. After a pause for Dash to regain her wits and look down at her, Spitfire says enthusiastically, "Say my name, say my name."
Spitfire dives back onto Rainbow's clit and starts sucking on it and Rainbows screams, "SPITFIRE, UUUUHHHHH!"
That's all it took. Rainbow's buildup broke like a dam, and sprayed across Spitfire's toothy smile. You would have thought Rainbow's pussy is a special effect in a bloody horror movie with the way her juices splashed across Spitfire and to the sides of her, matting the front of Spitfire's desk. The resulting shape on the desk is a perfect outline of Spitfire. Not realizing that Spitfire had the chair prompt up while she was sexually assaulting Rainbow Dash, she let go of it and Rainbow fell backwards.
"Whoa," she gasps as she falls backwards and lands on her back. She just sits there and stares at the ceiling, still riding out her first ever orgasm.
"Damn, Spitfire," Soarin remarks from his comfortable position on the couch, his cock now in hand and at the ready once again. "I think you put her in shock." He chuckles as he looks at Rainbow's beyond wet and still technically virgin pussy from his current view, which is her upside down and legs against the chair.
"Alright Soarin," Spitfire after sitting down next to him and rubbing her own extremely wet and pussy. "You ready to commit the real dirty deed?"
"Always ready, boss," he says with a seductive smile towards Rainbow Dash. Spitfire starts rubbing circles around her clit and Rainbow Dash is starting to come to.
"Crash!" Spitfire shouts suddenly. Rainbow Dash jolts to attention, her back legs spread slightly instead of being together like a normal salute would be. This is actually mildly amusing to Spitfire.
"Are you ready for the real ride?" She says, motioning her head towards Soarin.
"Uhh, yeah..." She says, letting her posture slack slightly. She realizes and jumps back in salute as a strand of mare cum drips to the floor behind her.
Soarin stands up next to the couch and pats the couch where he was sitting at, motioning with his other hoof for her to come sit down. She complies with only a little hesitation, her nervousness beginning to return to her. She lays down on her back, her upper back and head prompt up in between the couch's arm rest and back cushions. She grabs one of the throw pillows and wraps her front hooves around it, clenching it to her chest.
Soarin takes another step forward and puts one hoof on the back of the couch and the other on the arm rest next to Rainbow's head. His throbbing cock is sitting an inch from her entrance and smiles at her. "You ready, Rainbow Dash?"
Rainbow nearly squeaked in joy. He said her name! Her real name! She is still nervous about the whole thing, but she nods her head slowly, staring with starry eyes towards Soarin. He shifts one last time and puts his head right at Rainbow's hole. He leans forward slightly, letting the length of stallion sword slide up Rainbow's clit. She closes her eyes for a second and her lips part slightly. He did this motion a few more times, before sticking it in her.
He slowly moves his hips forward, Rainbow's virgin walls squeezing him tight. His tongue hangs out in a familiar manner, like when he just gets done eating an Apple family apple pie. Rainbow cringes and squirms under the pressure. Her virgin cave slowly stretching, accommodating for Lil Soarin. She gasps slightly as he moves a little faster, and next thing she knows, she has a feeling. The feeling is almost like that of having eaten a really satisfying meal, but just a little lower. She feels...complete. She could just sit here with his rod in her forever. The feeling of content is unmatachable. That's when the movement stops and that's when she looks down. She lifts the pillow slightly to see Soarin's pelvis squishing against hers. He is all the way in her! A sense of pride washes over Rainbow, relishing in the fact that she is able to take all of him in her.
He grunts and slowly pulls out until just the tip is sitting inside her folds. She is watching with anticipation and he goes back in at a normal pace. Eventually developing a rhythm, his cock soaring into Rainbow Dash. She gasps instead of moaning, which turns Soarin on a lot more than he'd have thought. His rhythm quickens and Rainbow's gasps become more frequent, his cock sliding in and out of her extremely tight, recently deflowered canal.
Her walls stretch and strain to accommodate for length and mass. He looks down and the mere image of his cock sliding into her pink folds gives his mind a hard on. He quickens his pace, the build up in his groin letting it's presence be known in the back of his mind. He grunts and groans with each thrust.
Spitfire has been fapping at the scene on the other side of the couch and she can tell that Soarin is almost there. He is losing a constant rhythm. She gets up and says, "okay lover boy." She gets on top of Rainbow Dash, her flank in Rainbow's face. Spitfire's folds are glistening with her body's natural lubricant. Rainbow stares at it now, no longer able to see Soarin's cock ramming into her. "Don't forgot about me," she says and leans her head down and sticks her tongue out. Her tongue runs along his shaft as it comes in and out of Rainbow Dash. Boy did Spitfire love to taste the Rainbow. Soarin continues his trek and Rainbow Dash can't get her eyes off of Spitfire's experienced pussy. Her pussy winks and a little bit of precum dribbles out and onto Rainbow's chest. Rainbow pulls the pillow out from in between them.
"Feel free to starting licking whenever you want, Crash," Spitfire mocks around Soarin's cock. With the pillow no longer between them, Spitfire lies down and continues her assault on the top of Soarin's moving dick. Rainbow hesitates for a minute, deciding on his she should go about this. Deciding she'd just wing it, she licks Spitfire cunt randomly before she could tell herself not to. Spitfire shivers under the warm tongue of Rainbow Dash.
Dash takes in the flavor and wow! Her mouth almost exploded. She goes back in for more, licking Spitfire up and down. She notices that a little bit more dribbles out of from below her clit each time she licks the nub, so she begins focusing her attention on that. She begins sucking it only and then licking up the juices it produces.
Spitfire moans loudly. Rainbow's hot gasps on her pussy is just what she needed. Spitfire's orgasm is so close she can taste it. And Soarin looks like he could bust at any second. Rainbow Dash, is on the verge as well. Rainbow Dash makes a bold move and uses her teeth to rub Spitfire's clit, like a closed mouth, kissy faced smile. Spitfire shouts in ecstasy, her juices really begin flowing and Dash soaks them up. However, at the sight, Dash has a mental flash and her orgasm coarses through her entire body. Her pussy clamps down on Soarin's dick, trying to him in her. His thrusting slows slightly at first. The next thing he knows, Rainbow Dash is also squirting all over his stomach, erupting from her pussy like a geyser. This sends him over the edge and after a few thrusts, he slams in one final time, balls deep. His hot stallion seed splurts against Rainbow's cervix, causing her to moan in pleasure. His seed keeps flowing and her pussy is still clamped down on him. He coats every crack and crevice of her love tunnel with his seed.
After a few moments of riding out their afterglows, his cock retracts from Ber pussy with plop. Spitfire lifts herself from Rainbow and gets beneath her pussy. Soarin's cum pours out of Rainbow Dash's pussy, which is now winking trying to push the seed out and keep it in at the same time. Spitfire opens wide and gets all that she can from Dash.
Soft snores drag their attentions away from the cum filled canal to Rainbow's face. She is conked out.
Spitfire and Soarin look at each other and with an out of breath chuckle, they hoof bump. Their rookie is a natural in many ways. Spitfire retrieves a blanket from in her desk and drapes it over Dash (don't tell anypony about the blanket, it's very special to her in more than one way).
"Oh my gosh! You have to tell me all about it!" Misty Fly shouts at Rainbow Dash at the lunch table the next day. Rainbow Dash proceeds to tell her, although with the biggest blush on her face. The other mares around her giggle at some parts and make comments, "that makes me wet just thinking about it."
Once she finishes, Fleetfoot asks, "so how did it feel having that big, flashy cock all of the way inside of you?"
Rainbow blushes even brighter, but answers honestly. "It felt like...I was full. Like after a good meal." Realizing an opportunity to make a new joke to her wingmates, she continues, "Full like a condom full of water."
They all laugh at it, not expecting the newbie to be so open about it so soon. "Speaking of condoms..." Fleetfoot says jokingly and a few others laugh too. Rainbow's eyes go wide. How could she have just now realized? The other settled down and looks at her. Then they're faces go into shock out of realization too. A few gasp and a few put their hooves over their mouth. Rainbow is twitching with guilt and anger.
"SOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRIIIIIIIINNN!!!!!!"
