How Dash Found out She Was Gay

by Bass Canon

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Romance, Sex, Spitfire, Slice of Life, Twilight Sparkle
Length: 2345

With Twilight bored, she asks Dash an honest question. Dash's answer is simple as it is interesting: Spitfire happened. Twilight wants to know more, so she projects herself into that memory.

With Twilight bored, she asks Dash an honest question. Dash's answer is simple as it is interesting: Spitfire happened. Twilight wants to know more, so she projects herself into that memory, not knowing that projections like that are more personal than others.

Published 2016-06-25 11:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-06-25 11:40:01 UTC

The Badge of The Captain

Rainbow Dash had been enjoying herself in the Crystal Castle Library for the whole day, hiding from the scheduled heat wave, and reading about what was going on in the world of Daring Do. The stories had gained a new spice to them since she knew they were real, and that the danger, however exaggerated, was at its core real. This slow quiet day was interrupted by Twilight, of all mares. She walked towards Dash, books for her reading pleasure following her, nicely packed in her magical aura. Dash slowly rose her gaze, not impressed, as usual.

“Hey Twilight. You already done with that batch?” Dash asked as she saw the huge pile of books levitate to a desk near her.

“Yeah... And now I am officially bored.” Twilight sighed.

“I know how you feel. Tell you what, once I finish this chapter, we can go and see AJ. The farm is never dull.” replied Dash. Twilight and boredom rarely meet, but when they do, the purple alicorn is quickly a nervous wreck.

“Okay, sure.” Twilight replied as she sat next to Dash, and looking over the books she read. Sure, she could read one again, but today, it just seemed a chore.

Minutes passed, and there was no end in sight. Twilight herself chuckled, their roles reversed for once. She decided she had to break the silence.

“So... You dating Vinyl now? Did not see that coming.” Twilight remarked casually.

“Why not?” Dash asked, behind the book

“Well there was that Soarin episode a year ago, then you went to flying school, and since then it was all mares. It is just odd.” Twilight rambled on, looking towards Dash.

“You know I am gay Twilight?” Dash lowered her book, and looked Twilight in the eyes.

“Well, yes... But you told us after flying school. What happened?” Twilight’s voice gained its spirit back, her mind eager to learn something new.

“Spitfire happened.” Dash replied simply, and flipped the page.

“... What?” Twilight asked quickly. This was not the answer she had expected.

“I can’t really explain. You should have been there, as they say.” Dash blushed, her wings twitching upwards for just a moment.

Twilight got a familiar gleam in her eyes, as her horn began to glow. “Maybe I could be there. Hold still.”

Rainbow wanted to protest, but the magic hit her, and the pair glowed in purple unison, before both fainted, the horn of Twilight linking with Dash’s mind. It seemed Twilight had adopted Luna’s magic, and this seemed the perfect opportunity to do so. The alicorn raced inside Dash’s mind, until crashing into a very special memory.

“Oh sweet Celestia, that was intense. Now did I do this right?” Twilight mumbled, as she looked up. The fact she saw her friend Rainbow Dash in the bathroom mirror confirmed the success of her spell.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she shouted, as Dash moved out of the bathroom. Twilight had just made herself a front seat. How’s that for being there?

“You can do this Dash. Focus, resolve, and discipline.” Dash whispered to herself, as she moved towards Spitfire’s office.

She knocked at the large wooden door.

“Yes?” the familiar raspy voice replied, muffled by the thick door.

“Recruit Dash reporting Mam. You wanted to see me.” Dash replied, keeping her cool.

“Ah, yes. Come in Recruit.”

Dash did as instructed, and closed the door behind her. When she turned around, she froze. Standing next to the table, her back turned so her firm plot was in full view, wrapped tightly by cyan latex, that toned her body into that of a Goddess of Fitness, was Captain Spitfire. Spitfire then turned, and swayed her way towards Dash, getting close to her Recruit.

“You have done a fine job out there Dash. Best in class, and not only this year, but for many years.” she said smiling.

“I... Thank you Mam!” Dash stuttered, but regained her cool, for now. She had never seen this outfit on Spitfire, but it was not bad that she did, not bad at all.

“And that is why you have been chosen to receive a special badge of honor, one I give only to one lucky Recruit in the whole class. The Badge of The Captain is yours kid!” Spitfire proclaimed as Dash smiled in glee.

“That is so awesome, I am really grate...” Dash began to go on her ego trip, but it was cut short by Spitfire kissing Dash on the mouth. The Captain showed her experience, making sure the shock of the kiss was quickly replaced by tongue dancing, and giving Dash new and intoxicating sensations, so she would break the kiss, but only after a few precious seconds.

“Ah!” Dash simply said after breaking the kiss. She had never kissed a mare before, nor even thought about it. But besides the shock, it did feel very nice.

“What are you doing Captain?!” she asked, moving back a step, her plot pressed against the door.

“I am simply administrating your badge dear. The Captain’s badge must be both taken and given.” Spitfire moved closer again, the pair blushing, getting hotter by the second.

“But... I’m sorry Mam, I just, I’m not into mares.” Dash looked away to the side, being honest and timid, this whole scenario making her mind zoom all over the place.

“I do not see the problem in that. Just because of that fact, to not receive the highest honor this school has to give? Really Dash... Bad form.” Spitfire whispered into Dash’s ear, and began to nibble, as Dash began to breathe heavy, her defenses getting weaker and weaker.

The licking and nibbling of the ear continued, right until Dash began to moan. Then Spitfire moved back, letting Dash drop down, dazed and aroused.

Spitfire flexed the suit, its smell and sound giving Dash more reason to lose her cool, as she looked above towards Spitfire. A familiar feeling was creeping inside Dash, but for the first time for a mare, and not a stallion. It was the power, the dominance of her Captain, one a stallion could never give her. She was both free and at the mercy of Spitfire. Free to be wanton like an animal, but trapped to the will of her Captain.

“Ah... How.... How can you be so hot?” she asked out loud, her brain high on lust.

“Because I am pure fire Dash. Now... Time to burn up.” Spitfire smiled, as she sat on the table and spread her toned hind legs, showing Dash her wet and tightly packed pussy. Dash had seen that thing every day on herself, and even on some of her friends, never really giving it much leverage. But at that moment, she wanted nothing, not money, fame or the goddamn air. She only wanted that pussy. Her wings erupted in a savage wingboner, as she moved towards the pristine piece of mare that was Spitfire.

“Now lets see if you can handle working in the field.” Spitfire said in her raspy voice, licking her mouth in anticipation.

“...Yes Mam.” Dash replied, as her muzzle touched the outer edge of Spitfire’s vagina. The smell of rubber, and the dampness of the location made Dash moan. She was ready, willing and able to ravage this pussy, to give it the best treatment she could deliver. Dash gently opened the zipper above, so that her object of desire was ready for the taking. It was golden, it was so inviting, and it was ready.

She slowly tried to nudge her muzzle in, but Spitfire’s legs pushed her in, as her Captain moaned in approval. She sniffed, the aroma getting her higher and higher. She realized how her muzzle was made for pussy, and that from now on, she would use it for only pussy. Sure, stallions are nice, but this, this was too good to be legal. Dash began to lick, as Spitfire now both yelled and moaned, her voice echoing trough the room, and pushing Dash to increase the tempo. Dash grabbed the hind legs, and began to use her muzzle as a dildo, ramming herself in and out, only stopping to give the clit a playful nibble, much like Spitfire did to Dash’s ear.

“Yes, yes, faster Recru.. Ah, sweet Celestia!” Spitfire roared, as this new combination drove her to edge. Then, shaking on the table, the mare came, most of it entering Dash’s open mouth, which she drank, too aroused to think straight.

“Ah.... Ah... Fucking academy record.” Spitfire chuckled, as the pair simply sat there panting, enjoying the afterglow.

“You have... The desire, but not the technique...” Spitfire got from the table, and onto the floor where Dash was resting. She then opened Dash’s legs, revealing the cyan mare’s desperate pussy.

“Poor thing... I’ll make sure you won’t forget this Recruit.” Spitfire said and smiled, as Dash nodded and let herself go, at the mercy of her Captain.

Spitfire first placed her hoof onto the clit, and began rubbing. Dash had done this many times, but there was the added sensation that this was someone else, and not only that, but a mare too. This thrill of deviancy was mixing in with all the primal urges, and it felt good, real good.

Spitfire increased the tempo, as she lowered herself in the famous 69 position, her own pussy now in licking distance of Dash. Then, she began to twist her tongue deep inside the cyan vagina, making Dash moan and stutter. There was a method to the orange pegasus, and Spitfire managed to edge Dash every time, stopping right at the end. Dash wanted to lick back, but her style was too rough, and only gave Spitfire a small flash of it, after she had orgasmed mere minutes before. This was not only giving Dash a new outlook on her sexuality, but also a lesson in how to please the sex she was slowly absorbing as her preference.

Time was stretching at this point for Rainbow, and edging became a wicked game of wanting more of it, but begging for release. She would cry, laugh and moan in unison almost, her own twisted form of perverted heaven happening in front of her very eyes.

“Well.. Dash... Are you ready for the big finale?” Spitfire teased, as Dash was on her way down from one of the countless orgasm denials she was given.

“...Ngh, yes...” she said meekly, her voice devoid from her usual bravado.

“Yes what?!” Spitfire growled, and then smile dominantly.

”YES MY CAPTAIN, PLEASE FUCK ME, PLEASE!” Dash screamed, the primal desire destroying the last remnants of shame or sense of place.

Spitfire obliged, and this time simply increased the tempo, without sacrificing her form. The arousal began to skyrocket inside Dash, as the warmth began to dull her senses. Everything inside her was focusing on the sensations her pussy was giving her. Nerves were tingling, the sounds were muffled, even her vision was blurred. Everything wanted to spin, until finally she had reached the familiar edge, the precious moment of utter anticipation and carnal desire meet in one memento of primal need for release. Only this time, the dam did not hold, as Spitfire tore it down, letting Dash wash away in the current of her own emotions.

Dash came onto the floor, and onto Spitfire’s muzzle, who drank her trophy. Dash's gaze was empty, she twitched and simply breathed quickly, like a scared little pup. She had nothing to say, nor move. Her reason to live at that moment was simply to let the orgasm wash everything away, into the sweet void.

Spitfire rose to her intercom, and pressed the button.

“This is Captain Spitfire. Please get a ER and a clean up in my office.... No, she is okay, if you ask me she is way beyond okay.” Spitfire smiled and hung up.

She then moved so Dash could see her.

“Well done Private Dash. You are now officially a member of our team. And unofficially you are now mine.” Spitfire kissed Dash on the cheek, as the cyan mare lost consciousness.

Gingerly, Twilight and Dash woke up.

“Holy shit!” Twilight screamed, panting heavily.

“Told ya.” Dash replied smiling, painting as well.

“So those meetings every month...”

“Yeah, one day for Spitfire, one to regain strength.” Dash admitted, her smile never wavering.

“But I still don’t see how one sex escapade made you...” Twilight replied, as Dash opened up her legs, and Twilight’s wings rocketed upward.

“... Sweet Luna.” Twilight replied and blushed. It seemed that sharing a memory can do the same.

Dash then lowered her legs, and the wings did the same. She then opened them again, and Twilight’s wingboner came back with a vengeance.

”Stop that!” Twilight jumped onto Dash to stop her, but only manged to get their muzzles real close together.

“Easy there champ, I won’t...” Dash said confidently, only to be interrupted by Twilight and her own kiss.

It was not on the level of Spitfire, the technique was lacking, but the desire made up for it.

“... You realize I am dating Vinyl?” Dash said as they broke the kiss.

“Outside the library. Inside, I own everything. Including one pegasus.” Twilight replied, words coming to her from deep inside, making her blush so hard that her purple fur could not hide it.

“Oh my, what about Fl..” Dash was cut off by Twilight hoof.

“No more stallions for me Dash. Now shut up and let us be gay together.”

“Whatever you say egghead...” Dash said and smiled, as Twilight went down, the first of many female treasures she was going to take as her own.

Author's Note

Hey guys, long time no see! Look, I know one does not "become Gay", and that issues of sexual preference are more complex and vast than shown in the above cloppy marefest, so don't worry. This is just kinky fun, and let us be honest, we are all gay/straight for Spitfire. :rainbowwild: