More Like Wonderquads

Called back from the land of dreams by the ringing of a preset alarm clock, Lightning Dust found herself clutching something warm. For a mare who was used to sleeping on her own this came as something of a surprise at first. Then the hazy morning fog that loomed over her memory lifted, and she remembered exactly where she was, and who she was with. This must be Rainbow Dash she was holding in her arms-a loose arm, perhaps. Or maybe a leg, judging by the thickness of it. Yeah, that must be it.

She wasn’t sure how she felt about waking up with Rainbow Dash of all mares in her bed. She had told Rainbow that she had grown since their last encounter, and that was true. But the memory of her humiliation in front of the Wonderbolts would stay with her for the rest of her life. The shame, the anger, the sense of betrayal. All still tangible and real, and for a brief moment Lightning felt it all rise up in her chest, hot and boiling.

But she still remembered the other stuff. The comradery they had felt back on camp. The joy finding someone who was on her level, or near about. Not just that, but someone who was cool and passionate and… pretty… Dust swallowed and pulled her hands away, the hot feeling having now spread to her cheeks.

“Mmmh. Nnnh.” Protested a sleepy voice. Lightning chuckled.

“Rise and shine, Dash. Big day ahead of you.” She patted the warm limb in front of her, then frowned. Strange, she didn’t feel any fur on that. It felt kind of smooth, actually. She patted it again, letting her hands linger this time. She moved them down towards where Rainbow’s foot should have been, and once more Dash groaned. Dust gasped as she reached the end of the limb. It was flat, spongey and slightly moist.

A thought occurred to Lightning Dust. Rainbow Dash doesn’t have any legs anymore. Or arms… blinked her eyes and had a good look at what she was feeling up.

“Go on, keep touching it…” moaned Dash.

“Rainbow!” screeched Lightning Dust, doing a full somersault backwards out of bed and dancing away. “You filthy, disgusting pervert you!”

“Hey, I’m not the one touching up other mares junk while they sleep.” Replied Dash, her face partially hidden behind the rising mass in front of her. Lightning grumbled something under her breath as the quadruple amputee pegasus in bed had a laugh at her expense.

“Just don’t forget who’s taking care of who here, OK?” she said, folding her arms.

“And don’t YOU forget who the Wonderbolt here is.” Shot back Dash, sitting up and tilting her head to the side of her morning wood so that she could see her caretaker better. “You’re right, I haven’t forgotten who’s taking care of who. And right now I’m hungry. Breakfast in bed sounds pretty good.”

“Urgh… fine. But for goodness sake that thing better be gone by the time I’m back.”

“Heh, can do!” said Dash, waggling her eyebrows and licking her lips. Lightning’s face scrunched up in disgust.

“NO, not like that! I’m not cleaning that up, no way. You’re meant to be learning some self-control, remember?”

“Pffft. Spoil sport.”

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Breakfast came after their morning shower together, which went smoothly, thankfully-Dash actually reigning herself in this time, showing some of that much talked about self-control for once.. After they were done there was the matter of getting Rainbow dressed and ready to go out. After all, they were up early for a reason. Today was Rainbow Dash’s first day as a full-fledged Wonderbolt. The more minutes past, the more excited Rainbow got. She buzzed around the room like a very well-endowed hummingbird, full of energy, as her caretaker picked out clothes from the wardrobe.

“Wonderbots t-shirt”? she asked, holding up a blue and yellow shirt with a Wonderbolt formation on the front.

“Nah, too obvious. Just give me something casual. I won’t be wearing it long anyway, right?” said Dash, as Lightning put the shirt back and picked out a plainer red top.“Because they’ll be giving me my very own official awesome Wonderbolt uniform!”

“Hah, yeah, good for you.” Replied Dust, rooting through what was left of Dash’s pants after throwing out some of the more obviously redundant items last night. There were some gym shorts that could work…. Then Dust seem something that she had inexplicably missed last night. She grabbed it and turned around.

“Ok, please tell me you didn’t actually wear this around. Like, in public.” She said, holding it up. It was what looked like a perfectly normal pair of pants, with one added detail: a third full length trouser leg that went right down the middle, starting at the crotch.

“Hey, a friend of mine made those, ok?” said Rainbow, defensively. “And besides, they’re actually pretty comfy. Nice to not have it all bunched up for a change.”

“Well we can safely rule wearing this out today.” Said Lightning. She folded them back up and, after a little hesitation, put them back in the wadrobe rather than discarding them entirely. She eventually picked out some black gym shorts and got to the task of forcing them up and around the mass of flesh that hung between…well, not between legs anymore, she supposed.

“OK, there.” She said eventually. “Think we’re just about ready to go!”

“All right! Oh my gosh my first day as a Wonderbolt’s really happening, oh my goooosh!” Dash started to zip around the bedroom again.

“Hey, don’t tire yourself out before you even get there, Little Miss Wonderbolt.” Said Lightning sardonically, grabbing a hold of the pegasus and bringing her to her chest. “Save some of that for today, ok?” Rainbow looked slightly taken aback at being plucked out of the air like that, but she did nod, to Lightning’s relief. She didn’t want to show up with a tired out Dash, after all. She would be being tested just as much as the amputee in her arms. The soft, pretty, helpless mare…

“Uhhh, you there, Lightning?” asked Rainbow. The green mare shook her head clear of her confused thoughts.

“Sorry, still tired I guess. Ok, I’ll carry you there, and then we’ll-“

“Woah woah woah! You want to carry me right into Wonderbolt training?!” said Dash, squirming in Lightning’s arms. “I’ll be a laughing stock!”

“They won’t be expecting you to be fully independent yet, that’s the whole reason I’m here!” replied Dust, tightening her grip on the wiggly mare in her arms. “Don’t be a baby”

“I’m going to look like a baby because of you!” Dust groaned, frustrated.

“Ok, I’ll carry you most of the way and you can fly in on your own. Now stop struggling.”

“Fine. But if anyone sees you carrying me…” Rainbow pouted, clearly unhappy. Lightning Dust did wonder if she would be petty enough to report this to Spitfire. She’d make sure to plead her own case if she did. Lightning was just doing what was best for Dash, after all. And if that meant holding her close in a tight embrace as they soared through the skies then damnit, that’s what she’d do…Wait, that sounded weird. What was with her? One night in bed with that mare and she was at sixes and sevens already…

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“Well if it isn’t the newest Wonderbolt!”

Spitfire had been waiting for them outside on the runway, wearing her gym clothes and hovering in place as the two newcomers arrived. Dash flew right up to her to greet her, saluting with one wing very briefly before also hovering in front of the captain. She was caught between being formal and being, well, the excited fangirl she was deep down, and her face was constantly shifting between solemn determination and an open grin. Dust simply stood to the side and let them get on with it. Dash wanted her to be hands off when on duty, so she’d do her best not to interfere too much.

“Adjusting well?” asked Spitfire.

“Heh ,like I was born this way.” Replied Dash, doing a quick loop in the air to demonstrate how comfortable she felt. “You guys were right, this feels so much easier without those crummy old limbs.”

“Don’t think you’re the finished article just yet, recruit.” Said the captain, still friendly but her voice now loaded with her trademark sternness. “We’re gonna make sure you’re really ready before the weeks done. You ready for some serious training?”

“You better believe it.”

“Good. Follow me into the gym then, let’s get nice and warmed up first.” The two quads started to float towards the gym. Dust followed them on foot, wondering exactly how much she’d actually be needed. At least it would be easy work today, surely.

Spitfire led them to the gym, where other full-fledged Wonderbolt members were already starting their own personal routines. Lightning scanned the room, recognizing each one. There was Soarin dressed in a grey, well-worn shirt and black shorts, doing crunches on a mat by himself. Fleetfoot and Blaze were taking turns on a fancy looking weights machine, using their wings to lift the heavy weights up and down. Misty Walk and Silver Zoom were over doing wing pull-ups, chatting amiably. There was a certain thrill in suddenly finding yourself right in the middle of all this. Lightning felt like a fly on a wall, getting a look at how life could have been…

“Alright, everyone, look who’s here!” announced Spitfire, floating into the room. Everyone present stopped what they were doing and looked over, offering various forms of greetings-some friendly and open, others with a simple hello or a cool wave. Lightning couldn’t help but notice one or two eyes were drifting downwards towards the conspicuous bulge at the front of her shorts. Not that this sort of thing was unheard of for Wonderbolts, of course. But either the other ‘Bolts were better at hiding their own packages, or Dash was way bigger than anyone else.

Lightnign watched her charge carefully as she hovered to the side of Spitfire. The cyan pegasus waved at everyone in turn with confidence, then realised she was expected to say something. She cleared her throat nervously.

“Uh, hi!” she began, a little haltingly. The other Wonderbolts continued to stare, waiting for more, as Dash started to sweat. “Uh…hope you’re all ready for the best training session ever!” She said, bobbing up and down mid-air. This earned at least one or two “Woo’s” from the crowd-Lightning specifically seen Soarin show his approval from his work-out mat. It wasn’t the best speech she had ever heard, but it would do for now, she supposed.

Dash actually did live up to some of her earlier boasting-she took to the exercise like fish to water, doing a mixture of crunches, pull ups and weights over the course of about an hour or so. Lightning hung around awkwardly, not wanting to commit to any workouts herself in case she was needed for any reason. She didn’t feel comfortable enough to chat with the other Wonderbolts while they did their own thing, given that she wasn’t a real Wonderbolt herself. This meant that for the most part Lightning Dust just stood beside Dash, occasionally listening to her work out talk of “Was that good?” or “Yeah, that was good wasn’t it?”. Luckily it wasn’t a long session today-they still had their flying to do afterwards, and given that Dash was new they had agreed to go light at first.

Before that though they agreed to hit the shower and have lunch. Dash was visibly tired, which did not go unnoticed by the always attentive Spitfire.

“Feeling the strain, rookie?” she asked, smirking.

“Hardly felt it.” Replied Rainbow, although it was obvious to anyone that she wasn’t used to this particular form of exercise. Everything she did was taxing either her wings or her core, with nothing to alleviate the stress. She panted heavily as she flew towards the showers, Lightning trailing just behind her wondering if she would have to catch her. She hoped not-Dash had been very insistent on being independent when in front of her new teammates. Although, given what was coming next, that would be difficult to keep up. Actually, she’d been meaning to ask about that…

“So, uh, do I wait out here?” asked Lightning Dust, as the rest of the ‘Bolts made their way inside to the showers. Spitfire looked at her carefully, while Dash shot her a sudden stern look.

“I don’t know. Can Dash take care of herself?”

“Course I can!” said Rainbow, puffing her chest out. Lightning sighed, realising that as much as she’d rather not put herself and her charge through with this, they both had to face up to the facts.

“Rainbow, I had to dress you this morning. And bathe you. You need me in there.” Rainbow’s eyes went wide and for a moment it looked as though she was about to chew Lightning out, but Spitfire cut in quickly.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, rookie. She’s your caretaker for a reason.” Said the captain, in her best no-nonsense tone. “Can you even get out of those clothes?” Dash said nothing, clearly angry but offering no counterargument. Spitfire nodded. “Thought so. Now get your butt in there and shower off. Oh, and don’t mind if there’s any banter in there. We all went through it.” Spitfire glided inside, leaving Rainbow hovering in a huff.

“She’s right, you know” said Lightning. Rainbow exhaled in frustration. If she could have crossed her arms she would have, she had that kind of pose about her. As it was she just hovered there. Lightning went over and gently put an arm on her shoulder. Then another. “Come on, no one’s going to care. And if they do… well, you can shove their words down their throats out in the skies. Sound good?” Rainbow looked her in the eye, and finally smiled.

“Heh. Yeah. I suppose I could. Come on, let’s get to it.”

When they got inside the others were already halfway through their showers. Which mean they were all completely naked. Lightning did her best not to stare, focusing on getting Dash out of her clothes as quickly as possible. She continued to focus on this as she heard one or two snickers from somewhere-she felt Rainbow tense up at that moment as well. But those laughs quickly died down when Dust peeled off her charge’s gym shorts. Funny that.

Lightning carried Dash over to the showerhead and asked her to hover as best she could as she handled the soap. It was a little more awkward than the bath at home. Partly because of how she had to do everything standing up, juggling soap in one hand and Rainbow in the other. A lot of the time it seemed like Lightning had a hand right underneath Rainbow to fully support her when she wasn’t flying, like when her wings were being washed. She was just thankful that Dash wasn’t responding to this physical contact in a way that might embarrass both of them.

The other part of the awkwardness came because they were sharing their shower with a room full of naked Wonderbolts. The idea that she would be spending her time around naked heroes of hers hadn’t really occurred to Lightning until now-not to mention being naked as well. Lightning, as a confident mare, knew that she had a good body, but a small part of her felt very vulnerable standing in the buff in front of all these famous flyers. She was also, by her reckoning, the only mare there not to have a dick. Which was a bit embarrassing, obviously.

Spitfire had strategically placed herself right next to the two of them, and try as she might, her brilliant orange coat meant that the eye was drawn to her like moths to a flame. Watching her expertly manipulate her wings to wash every part of her toned body was something else.Her breasts were much fuller than a normal elite athletes, but then again, Spitfire was well beyond a normal athlete. Her own cock was actually bigger than it had seemed from the bulge in her pants, even if it was still smaller than the monster attached to Rainbow. It was hard to tell in amidst all the water though, plus the fact that neither of them were at full mast, as it were.

No one was, really. Of course not-this was just routine to them. The stories about the wild Wonderbolt shower room antics were just that-stories told by ponies with a lot of imagination. Still, Lightning definitely caught more than a few stares from the others, from both male and female ‘Bolts. They might be desensitized to nudity, but you didn’t get someone like Rainbow Dash in your locker room very often. She wondered if Dash had caught those stares as well-she spent most the shower staring straight ahead, unresponsive to the chatter around her.

Soon it was over, and everyone filed out to dry themselves off. Again, Lightning Dust insisted on doing this for Dash, who continued to act grumpily as the bolts around her joked around and talked about their days. Her mood improved considerably though when Dust pointed to her locker.

“Look at this! Your very own Wonderbolt locker.” She said, tapping on the door with her fingers. “And you know what’s inside that, right?” Lightning opened the locker to reveal a Wonderbolt uniform.

“Yeah!” said Dash with more enthusiasm than she had shown in the last twenty minutes or so, earning more amused looks from her teammates. “I mean, uh… cool.”

“Heh, don’t try acting so cool all the time.” Said Spitfire, waltzing over to the two of them, still completely naked. “Go ahead, try it on. I know you want to.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” cried Dash, not even minding that Dust would have to help her into it. She let Dust unzip the back and pull it onto her. It was a tight fit, but eventually she had squeezed into it. Lightning Dust had to admit that Dash looked pretty good in it, helped by the fact that this was the first outfit she had worn that was actually made for a limbless mare. Her trademark rainbow mane gave the outfit a vibrant look that almost distracted the view from the incredibly obvious bulge around the crotch area.

“Uh, we might have to see about that.” Said Spitfire, as the other Wonderbolts came over to stare at it. “I’ll see if we can disguise it somehow.”

“Heh, I don’t see the problem” said Dash, smugly. “It’s not like you guys don’t have your own assets on display. Heck, it’s like a Wonderbolt tradition!”

“Well, tape it up at least or something. Don’t want any wardrobe malfunctions when we’re in the sky. Ok, everyone get ready and meet in the cafeteria. Rainbow Dash is gonna need her fuel for her first Wonderbolt flight training!”

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Lunch was the first time Lightning and Dash felt something like proper comradery. Maybe it had been the showers-baring all in front of everyone was a great leveler. Or maybe Spitfire had said something to the rest of her team. Either way, the ‘Bolts were now making regular conversation with the two of them.

“Hey, I remember you!” Soarin had said to her, as the others were busy discussing their favourite shows. He held a shake in one wing and sucked on it happily before continuing. “You were at the training camp with Rainbow Dash!”

“Ah, heh, yeah…” said Lightning Dust, digging her fork into the salad in front of her. “Long time ago now.”

“You were really good. Like, really good.” Continued the grey stallion. “I know what happened as well, of course, but…” he stopped, suddenly unsure. Lightning nodded quietly.

“Yeah, I know. I screwed up. It’s ok, I’m working on getting that out of my system.” She said, nodding her head at the happy cyan mare revelling in the attention. Soarin looked over, then back to Lightning Dust.

“Oooooh.” He said, nodding. “Guess your both helping each other, in a way.”

“That’s what Spitfire seems to think.”

“She’s a good captain. I’d trust her.” The two of them looked over at Spitfire, who was hovering just outside the circle of chatting Wonderbolts, quietly finishing off her own lunch. The captain looked over at Soarin and Dust, who both immediately averted their eyes. Good captain or not, there was still something intimidating about Spitfire that was hard to get used to…

“Ok, everyone, meet me outside on the track.” Announced Spitfire, making her way to the door. “Time to fly!”

“Yeah, now that’s what I’m talking about!” said Dash, springing out of the crowd and zooming out of the door. Lightning trailed behind the others as they led her outside.

“Think you can keep up with us?” asked Fleetfoot, in her trademark lisp. For the first time today, Lightning felt that competitive edge of hers rise up. She may have gotten better at curbing it, but it was always there, ready to be used.

“Hah! More than capable. I’m just as good as Rainbow Dash at flying. Don’t you forget it.” She said, a little hotly. There was a few “oooo’s” from the others, and Fleetfoot just snorted, a glint in her eyes. She turned around in the air, floating backwards as she spoke.

“Big talk. Let’s see if you can live up to it. Cause I sure didn’t see a locker with your name on it…” There were more ooooo’s as Lightning found herself taking deep breaths. Don’t rise to the bait she told herself. You’re not that mare anymore. Deciding not to say anything more, she pushed past the floating Bolts and made her own way out. Fleetfoot smirked, only to have a grey wing smack her face.

“Hey, what gives?” she said. Soarin glared at her.

“She’s doing her best to change. Don’t make it harder, ok?”

“Hmph. We’ll see how much she’s changed…”

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Spitfire organised the team into two groups doing separate, concurrent flight paths. Dash and Dust would both be on the same team, naturally, in case Rainbow needed to stop at any point. The two groups shot off in different directions-Soarin, Misty Walk, Silver Zoom and Blaze doing in one team, and Rainbow, Spitfire, Lightning and Fleetfoot in the other.

“Don’t forget your big talk, caretaker” said Fleetfoot as she whooshed past her. They were in a 2-1-1 formation, where Spitfire led, Fleetfoot and Lightning made up the rearguard, and Dash stayed in the middle. That let Spitfire dictate where they were flying, using her wings to indicate the direction they were going to go in and barking the occasional command for anything more complicated, like loop the loops or barrel rolls. It also protected Dash somewhat-if she felt tired or wanted a break the she had two flies behind her to relieve her.

Lightning found herself managing to keep up with the others relatively easy, although she did concede that the others had an agility advantage when it came to doing quick mid-air tricks. Having no limbs meant the others where lighter and had less to concentrate on, whereas Lightning Dust had to be aware of exactly where every part of her was when doing a spin in mid-air in harmony with three other flies. Occasionally she could see Fleetfoot, who was directly ahead of her, turn her head and look at her, as if judging her. Yeah, go on, judge away thought Lightning Dust. In that moment, she wondered how Rainbow was doing, and looked forward.

“Feeling ok, Dash?” she said. Dash didn’t respond. Her eyes were focused straight ahead. Ah, she must be concentrating, thought Lighting. No wonder she’s so quiet. She must feel under pressure to perform well, given that it’s her first day. Before she could stop it, Lightning felt her gaze settle on the Rainbow Rear in front of her. Given that she had no legs, and her tail was streaked out behind her rather than covering anything, her butt was on full display with no limbs to hide it with. The skin-tight costume made things even more explicit. Rainbow’s ass was toned, obviously, but the real eye-catched was the two bulbous orbs protruding underneath.

“The hell can she fly with those things?!” Lisped Fleetfoot, who had apparently been staring at the same thing. “Have they gotten bigger today or is it just the suit?” Lightning went to respond before sensing that something was wrong. Dash hadn’t reacted to Fleetfoot’s comments. She was really focused on what was in front of her. Lightning looked up and over her charge’s shoulders. All she could see was Spitfire’s butt. Her shapely, incredible butt…

Oh, no

Before she could stop it, it became incredibly apparent that Rainbow’s sleeping giant was in the process of awakening. Her flying became erratic, veering from side to side, as the underbelly of her uniform started to bulge out, like a giant snake was making its way towards her front. Abandoning formation for now, Dust flied beside Rainbow.

“Rainbow, snap out of it! Concentrate!” she said.

“I…I can’t! I’ve not really had time to, you know… take care of myself in days!” said Rainbow, eyes still fixated on the derriere in front of her. Lightning made the mistake of looking at it. Up close she had to agree that Spitfire had a magnificent butt-large and solid, with two baseball-sized lumps poking out of the fabric. Rainbow groaned.

“See what I mean? Stupid, sexy Spitfir-uuggth!”

Lightning looked around and gasped, and at the same time Spitfire turned her head.

“What the heck is going on back there? Rainbow Dash, did you call me-what the hay?!” Rainbow Dash was beyond speaking now. Her boner, having made its way along the front of her uniform, had been effectively channeled up past her chest and now made its way out of the only exit available-the mouth hole. A dark blue cockhead popped out at an upwards angle, drooling pre, as Dash could only mutter inaudibly, her mouth muffled entirely by her own pulsing horecock.

The other three flies in the team stared at the bizarre sight in front of them, eye boggling nearly out of their goggles. This proved rather unfortunate, as it meant that none of them saw the other team flying up towards them until it was too late.

“Look out!” came a voice. Then, chaos.

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Spitfire’s office always had a military vibe to it, which is to say that getting hauled into it was always something to be extremely nervous about. The captain had summoned them in after seeing if everyone was alright, and now both Rainbow and Lightning were there, side by side, waiting for the giant luxury office chair to turn around. Lightning felt herself shaking as she waited, and Dash wasn’t much better off. At least she had managed to contain the thing that had landed them here in the first place, for now.

When the chair finally turned, Spitfire was sat there, dressed in full officer uniform. A neutral observer who didn’t know better might have said that Spitfire looked somewhat comical, all glowering looks and impressively dressed while dwarved by the chair she was sitting on. But Lightning Dust would have rather swallowed broken glass than dare to laugh.

“Spitfire, I’m so, so sorry.” Began Dash, but she was quickly cut off by a look from the fiery-maned mare in front of them. Spitfire sighed deeply, massaging her temples with her wings.

“I’ve been captain of the Wonderbolts for a long time now.” She said, her voice more subdued than the two errant mares had been expecting it to be.”I’ve seen a lot. I’ve seen Changelings swarm over Canterlot, the return of Princesses from the moon, Sonic Rainbooms performed by rookies...” she looked over at Rainbow at that last remark, her features softening for a brief moment before immediately hardening again. “What I have never seen before today is an entire flight exercise being ruined because of a mare’s enormous erection.”

“I know, I know, I screwed up, and I’m sorry!” said Rainbow Dash again, looking miserable. “It’s just…you don’t know what it’s like. If I don’t…you know-“

“Cum?” said Spitfire, completely deadpan. Rainbow winced at her direct language.

“… Yeah. If I don’t cum, I get super pent up. And between the operation and adjusting and everything, well, things got out of control.”

“You seemed fine in the shower.” Said Spitfire. Lightning looked at Rainbow Dash, who was trying to splutter out an explanation.

“In the shower she felt embarrassed because I had to help her.” said Lightning, thinking it over. “Right?”

“…Yeah, probably. Look, this is kind of a private thing, can we just move on and-“

“You nearly took out half of the Wonderbolt squad today. I think that makes it a matter for me to consider, rookie.” Corrected Spitfire, which silenced both of the mares in front of her desk. She then turned her attention to Lightning Dust, who found herself tensing up defensively. “You are her caretaker. I expect you to take care of any physical issues that might cause something like this to happen again. Understand?”

“Of course.” Said Lightning Dust, nodding. Then she paused. “Wait, what? You mean-“

“I don’t care how you do it, just do it. If it happens again there’s gonna be consequences. Dismissed.”

“But-“

Spitfire span her chair back round again, signalling that the meeting was done with. Now it was Lightning Dust spluttering wordlessly, her brain trying to understand exactly what was expected of her now. She looked at Dash, who was staring at her wide eyed, a blush forming beneath her blue fur. Oh dear. This was going to be an awkward night…

When they finally got home, Lightning felt as if she had been away forever. All she wanted to do right now was collapse onto a soft bed and sleep the day away. And to think it had been going so well. She made her way to the bedroom and fell face first onto it, closing her eyes and relaxing. Of course, this didn’t last long.

“Lightning Dust? You OK?” called Rainbow, eventually joining her in the room. She had changed back into her civvies after the meeting with Spitfire, and had spent most of the flight home lost in whatever her own thoughts were. Lightning had been much the same. There was a high chance they had both been thinking about the same thing, but neither had wanted to address the subject, at least not until they were home.

“Mff mffff.”

“Uh, come again?”

“I said I’m fine.” Said Lightning Dust, turning herself around. Rainbow hovered by the doorway anxiously.

“Uh…ok. Well, I’m actually kinda hungry, was gonna ask if you could maybe whip me up a-“

“Do you want me to jack you off?” asked Lightning, bluntly. Rainbow flinched again, before flying over to the bed and landing on it, sitting up and facing Lightning. This had the probably unintended side-effect of putting her crotch right next to the turquoise mare, who nevertheless made no effort to move, thinking it would send a negative message.

“Look, I think Spitfire was way outta line to say that kinda stuff.” Said Rainbow, looking down at the prone caretaker. “I’d never force you to do anything weird.”

“I know.” Said Lightning Dust. “But you’ve not answered the question. Do you want me to jack you off?”

“I…hey what is this?”

“Just establishing the ground rules. You’ve been Little Miss Flirty up until now, and all of a sudden your all shy?” This caused Rainbow to stammer slightly, before composing herself.

“I was just joking those other times. You kind of have to get a sense of humour about it when you have to take this thing outside.” She said, wiggling her pelvis as she spoke. “I can’t hide it, so I act the clown about it, ya know? Makes people feel more comfortable. At least I think it did.” She stopped, displaying an unusual amount of introspection.

“It must be hard.” Said Lightning Dust.

“Well, not right now, but later on…”

“Rainbow, we’re being serious right now!”

“Heh, sorry, couldn’t resist” snorted the amputee pegasus. “I mean, sometimes, I guess…hey, you remember Twilight, right?”

“Princess Twilight?”

“Well she wasn’t a princess when you knew her, but yeah. Well, since ascending she’s kinda had a growth spurt. If you know what I mean.” Lightning cast her mind back to when Rainbow’s friends were there-when she put them all in danger. She did remember a certain purple unicorn that day. She remembered certain parts of her anatomy as well.

“She was already massive!” said Lightning, sitting up suddenly. “So you’re saying that she’s even bigger now?”

“Oh yeah. She even puts me in the shade, and I don’t say that lightly.” Smiled Rainbow, chuckling. “I mean if I was a princess I’d be even bigger, obviously. She has an unfair advantage. Actually I think I’ll get her measurements again, cause I think-“ Rainbow was interrupted by a pair of fingers clicking in her face.

“Dash, focus.”

“Oh, sorry. Heh. ANYWAY,point is, she has it way worse than me now, but she never complains about it. She made it seem like no big deal, and she has to go and do important princess stuff on top of everything. So I don’t make a big deal of it.”

“Haha. Big.”

“Now who’s the one not focusing!” pouted Dash. “Man I got really deep there as well, I hope you remember all that.”

“I certainly wasn’t expecting that from you. No offense.” Sai d Lightning. They both had a laugh, the awkward air from before dissipating slightly, before Lightning took a deep breath.

“I want to be your caretaker. This isn’t slave labor, you know. And you need to be in tip-top shape. So if you want me to… you know, help you out, then I will.” Dash looked up at Lightning, and there was a tell-tale sign of movement from under her shorts as she thought about that.

“If you’re really, really, really sure about it, then… yeah, that’d be awesome.”

“Well, I could maybe lend a hand for tonight. Don’t expect the good stuff or anything.” Said Lightning. “I don’t think I could even fit that thing inside my mouth-“ As she spoke, the thought of her caretaker trying to wrap her lips around her cock was obviously getting to Rainbow. Her growing member started to shoot out of her shorts, with Rainbow simply falling backwards and letting it happen.

“Ok, remember, this doesn’t mean we’re like girlfriends now or anything.” Said Lightning, as she tugged Rainbow’s shorts free to free Rainbow’s overfilled testicles.

“Ok, sure, just hurry up cause I am dying about now.” Squeeked the limbless mare. Lightning approached the rising mass-even kneeling on the bed only kept her about the same height as it. She gingerly stroked it with her hand, which on its own summoned up a glob of pre, which dribbled down the side of the dark shaft. It was incredibly warm to the touch, as well as smooth. The golden-maned mare was content to stroke her hand gently up and down for a while, as Dash writhed.

“I forgot how good hands were for this…” panted Dash, eyes closed. Lightning felt her hand getting wet with the stream coming out of the tip.

“This isn’t gonna get super messy, is it?” she asked.

“No, no, just hurry up already!” was Dash’s reply. Lightning decided to just get it over with. She started to work the shaft in earnest now, gripping the side of it as best she could with one hand and going fast. The flat head of her horsecock swayed backwards and forth, coming perilously close to touching Lightning’s face. She could smell the sweat and musk from it for the first time. Or perhaps this was just the first time she had paid attention to it. Either way, it was a pungent odour that filled her mind with all sorts of naughty thoughts. She couldn’t help but give the head a swift little lick the next time it came within reach.

This got Dash very worked up-it turns out that while Dash was not the most articulate or wordy mare in bed, she was nevertheless very vocal, gasping and moaning at all times to indicate her pleasure. Lightning could tell that she was getting close, but decided to speed things up further and satisfy her own curiosity about something at the same time. With her spare hand, Lightning reach down and fondled Rainbow’s balls, scooping a hand under one of the heavy orbs and feeling the sheer weight of it. The quad in bed shuddered loudly, and almost at once Lightning could practically hear the seed sloshing around inside there. With great care, she gave the testicle a squeeze, still working her hand up and down the side of the cock.

“Oooooh!”

There was a rumbling sound that occurred just when Lightning leaned her head in for another lick. And then Lightning’s world went white. And warm. And very sticky. She put her arms up but it was useless, frankly, and only made more mess. It went on for what seemed like an eternity, Rainbow hollering away all the while, before finally, mercifully, the storm subsided.

“Hah…hah…phew! That felt…amazing.” Sighed Rainbow, happily. She looked up and seen the formerly turquoise mare kneeling in front of her, who was now painted white. There wasn’t an inch of her head or upper body that wasn’t covered in cum. She wiped her eyes clean and crossed her arms, staring at the drained but satisfied limbless little mare on the bed. Rainbow laughed nervously as her member deflated and collapsed messily against her stomach.

“So, when I said it was’t messy… I might have lied.”

“You don’t say.”