Rainbow Dash inhaled the warm, afternoon air. "Freedom!" She bounced from foot to foot in excitement. "FREEDOM!" She threw a fist into the air, almost dropping the report card for her final year at Canterlot High School. A passing grade, although not much better than "barely a pass," but even that had taken a lot of study time with her friends.

"Yeah, freedom…" Despite her slightly sarcastic tone, Twilight Sparkle was happy with her graduating marks. They weren't all A-pluses, but considering she had done one of her electives as a first-year college course (she got a regular A for that, how terrible), she was set for a catapult into her college years. "Did you talk to that shop?"

"Yeah." Rainbow bounced along and felt her body start to change. Her ears pulled and tugged to the top of her head, her hair grew massively long, and her favorite thing happened: Rainbow Dash grew wings. Flapping her wings, she did a quick flip in place. "I just need to take my report card down there next week and I have the job."

"Why don't you go to college instead?" Twilight had had this discussion with her friend several times now, and it usually ended the same way. "There are plenty of sports you could take up at college level."

"Sports are cool, Twilight, but you know what's totally awesome?" Rainbow mimed holding a steering wheel, and hovering on her wings she shoved a foot to the imaginary firewall of a car, slamming the hammer down. "I wanna race! I wanna build and drive my own car!" Her ears were tucked back tightly, and she stared down the street to a finish line only she could see.

Twilight couldn't keep a wide smile off her face in light of her friend's enthusiasm. "If you are sure that is what you want. So this garage, they work on race cars?" When Twilight glanced at Rainbow, however, the girl was completely lost in a dream world, one hand shifting gears while the other pulled a steering-wheel around. Adjusting her glasses in slight annoyance at being ignored, Twilight reached out to poke Rainbow Dash on the shoulder. "I said, 'Are you going to get to work on race cars there?' "

"What? As if! They wouldn't let a first-year trainee within ten feet of a real car." Rainbow landed on her feet, the sensation of standing becoming more and more uncommon when ponied up. "I will be scrubbing out oil pans and changing headlight fluid—that's what their head mechanic said newbies get to do."

Pausing to process what Rainbow Dash had said, Twilight lifted her hand a little, as if still in class and needing permission to ask a question. "I didn't know headlights had fluid…"

"They don't. Hazing," Rainbow rolled her eyes in resignation, "is alive and well. Look, I know it is going to be hard work, but they do build and repair great cars there, and I have to start at the bottom." With her mood deflated a little (but never her ego), Rainbow's wings, ears, and extra hair faded and left her a normal late-teen girl again. Walking along, she already missed flying.

The urge to encourage her friend again made Twilight reach out and put an arm around Rainbow. "So, what cars did they have in there last time you were there?" It was such an open question that Rainbow walked right into it. Twilight smiled a little wider when her friend perked back up.

Rainbow Dash was on her favorite subject. "Oh you wouldn't believe this one car—a 79 Impala—the owner got them to put a blown big block in it…"

All the tutoring her egg-head friend had given her had paid off for Rainbow Dash. She had been failing, and would have had a ton of trouble getting into a job, but the side effect of learning the "Twilight Sparkle Study Method" was that Rainbow had become just a tiny bit addicted to organization.

"Alright," she flipped open her notepad and looked around her bedroom, "a few changes of things in case I get grease everywhere, good shoes, sunglasses, sunscreen, hat, spare hair-ties…" She pointed to each item and crossed it off her list, until she got to the ties. "Where are they…" Checking her desk draws, Rainbow groaned and circled the offending item on her list. "I don't have time for this, I need to go…"

Stuffing all her things in her bag, and adding her wallet and phone, she hooked her bag over her shoulder and left her apartment. The summer day was warm, hot even. Rainbow Dash almost regretted her choice of jeans and a tshirt, but thumbing through magazines had taught her what not to wear if she wanted to be taken seriously as a fan.

The bus ride was devastating. As much as Rainbow liked being able to get around town for cheap; buses are slow. The ride to the main terminal was slow. The wait for the bus to the track went slow. And because it needed to be completely rounded out, the bus that drove all the way to the race track was slow.

With some headphones in it wasn't so terrible, and Rainbow found herself leaning against the window of the bus as it crawled through the countryside. A low row of hills beside the highway was the first sign that she was almost to her destination, and when the bus swung around and into the raceway's entrance she felt her pulse start back up—or so it seemed.

The morning was still reasonably young, nearly ten o'clock. Rainbow Dash felt energy flood her limbs from the nearness to raw, unadulterated, speed. Jumping off the bus caused a wave of hot air to rush into her, and Rainbow decided that while slow, when a bus' air-conditioning it wasn't so terrible.

Cars sprawled out before her. This was just the visitors' parking lot, but there was still beauty to behold. "Oh wow, a '67 'cuda…" She walked like a zombie towards the car. The perfect round headlights, the sloped back window, and when she saw the wheels she actually gave a little squeak of surprise; a big pair of racing slicks were on the back.

A gleam of chrome from the corner of her eye had Rainbow stumbling to the next car, then another, and another. The girl was in a daze as she walked through the parking lot, but it wasn't until she heard a crackling sound that her head snapped to the front gate. Her heart slowed to a crawl, and she could smell exotic fuels burning in the summer heat. Then all noise stopped, all noise except a roaring monster.

Running as fast as she could, Rainbow got to the front gate, paid for a ticket and got an arm-band fastened to her wrist. Everything around her was a dream, the only thing that seemed real was the cars burning like rockets down the unseen track. She needed to see them, and running through the relatively empty stadium, she finally saw what was making the noise.

The vehicle was to a car what an Olympic sprinter was to a couch potato. The main body was a wedge that tapered down to a point at the front, then past tiny wheels it grew bigger until it reached the dragon. Chrome, chrome, and more chrome. The dragon sat behind the wedge, quiet and calm. After the dragon were its wings, huge and black, they looked ungainly and bulging under its tail.

It was painted golden yellow, with a myriad of sponsor stickers like war wounds all over it. Orange flames boiled along the wedge until they engulfed the driver and their saddle. Stepping up to the dragon, a man in a suit colored much the same as the wedge sprayed something onto the dragon's teeth, and unseen behind the beast, an electric motor spun.

Fire.

The dragon inhaled and purred, spitting little flecks of flame from its throats. Rainbow Dash squirmed in her seat, spreading her wings and perking her ears forward for all she was worth. Unable to even remember when she had ponied up, Rainbow Dash felt when the dragon started to prepare for flight. Yellow plumes launched from its throats, and its wings unfurled to show their full splendor.

When it was rolled back into position, Rainbow Dash felt herself unable to breathe. One light. A second light. She knew the rules of the track, but not as well as the driver. Yellow light tumbled down, and just as it hit green the great dragon flew.

Fire longer than Rainbow was tall spewed forth, and the wings grew huge. Rainbow Dash was on her feet screaming as the dragon winged its way down the track. Still screaming when numbers flashed up on the board a quarter of a mile away, the world started to come back. "This is totally awesome!"

Each time one of the cars sprung from the line like tigers, Rainbow Dash was reminded just how fast that dragon had been, so when she saw it being wheeled back for another pass, she was actually bouncing in place.

A crew of yellow/orange clad workers rolled the mighty beast forward, but it was one in particular that Rainbow Dash's eyes were glued to. She had blue complexion, stood a measure shorter than the rest, and had a medium-cut, rainbow spill of hair. It was a lie, of course, but Rainbow Dash really wanted that to be her out there instead of the gold-skinned woman. Bright orange hair was quickly hidden under the hood of the racing suit, and soon every hint of her features was lost to a helmet.

Rainbow Dash watched the dragon screech again, leaving two thick black marks at the start line, but what she waited for was the big event. With its wings warm, the dragon was caught in the trap of gold and green again, and once more it exploded into movement. But something distracted her from the spectacle. Pressure on each side of her head caused Rainbow to tuck her ears down at just the right moment to avoid the roar of the dragon.

Spinning around, Rainbow missed the whole five seconds of race as she sized up her target. "What's the big idea?"

"First time here?" Soarin lifted his good arm to fend off the girl. "Hey, calm down. You need to wear ear protection this close to the track." He lifted a finger up and tapped his own protectors, then slipped them down.

"Oh…" The cups hadn't caught Rainbow's ears, but they had caused her to tuck her pony ears back just in time. "Uh… yeah. First time here, first time to any track." She blushed a little, hating to admit it. Something, a tiny voice, yelled inside Rainbow's head. There was something vital she wasn't seeing properly.

As another car—thankfully not a nitromethane-burning dragon—launched behind her, Rainbow finally picked up two important facts: the guy who put the ear muffs on her was wearing a gold and orange suit, and she picked up that his right arm was in a sling. "Hurt your arm?" Rainbow Dash was ready to thump herself in the head at the question, at the stupidity of it.

"Huh? Yeah. This is what I get for trying to pull some stuck undercarriage into place." Gesturing to his bad arm, Soarin shrugged. "Keep the cans if you want them, and try not to fangirl over Spitfire's car too much."

"Spitfire?" The name rang a bell to Rainbow, and she pulled out her pad to look at something. Flicking pages, a tiny Twilight remonstrated her lack of a filing system in the back of her head.

Top Fuel Bracket Leader: Spitfire

The words made Rainbow Dash tremble a little. Not just the most amazing dragon… car… she had ever seen, but the best in the country. "Hey! I'm Rainbow Dash…" Rainbow's ego battled with her inner fangirl. The guy who had given her the ear protection stopped and turned.

"Soarin's my name." Something tingled in Soarin's head. The sensation was one he had felt just once before in his life; Soarin felt the tingle of fate from when he had first gotten into a cockpit. "Hey," fate hand hold of him, "you want to come see some cool cars?"

Rainbow Dash wasn't sure how she kept the squee of excitement inside, as it was if she had opened her mouth at that moment she would have deafened everyone at the track. Getting her throat, lungs, but not adrenaline under control, Rainbow nodded. "That would be awesome!"

The sound of another car launching itself towards the speed of light roared over the pair, halting any hope of conversation. Rainbow Dash tucked her ears back again, and watched Soarin pull his ear protection back on awkwardly.

"This is so cool!" Rainbow Dash, escorted by Soarin, walked down beside the strip to a covered-over area. Under the big tent was the dragon. Her heart jumped into her throat, and Rainbow Dash realized the fangs of the beast were bared at her. But the great monster was already in half, and she was just facing its head. "What happened?"

"Cam." Spitfire had her helmet off, hood pulled back, and had opened the top of her driver suit to her midriff. The sleeves of her suit were tied around the middle of her tank-top, showing off her relatively flat chest. "Who's the newbie?"

"Picked her in one. This is Rainbow Dash, caught her standing within five feet of your back wheels without anything on her ears." Soarin reached up and plucked the ear muffs from Rainbow's head. "If I can't drive, I might as well save someone the tragedy of never hearing your voice, Boss."

"Boss?" Rainbow looked between Soarin and Spitfire, then noticed the insignia on the chest: a winged thunderbolt. "Wait, Thunder Racing?" She caught the grin catch at the corner of Spitfire's mouth. "You don't—"

"Yeah, we have a few of us from the club that like to drive as well as fly. This is how we get our kicks." Holding her water bottle up, Spitfire emptied it over her own head. Shaking to get the cool liquid to soak through her close-cut hair, Spitfire gave a happy sigh. "Damn she can be hot as heck." She knew what Rainbow wanted, could see it in the way the girl's eyes kept edging past Spitfire to the vehicle behind her. "Wanna see her?"

Soarin pulled his ear covers back on. "I think that's a yes!" He had to shout over the sudden excited squeal, but took it in good stride. Pulling back on the ear muffs again, he pointed at the drag car and was about to go into a full description, but Spitfire beat him to it.

"Well then, newbie, let's see what you know of your cars." Spitfire walked up to where two of her mechanics were stripping down the engine. "This is my Wonderbolt. She is five hundred and twenty-five cubic inches of hemi." As Spitfire spoke, she saw stars in the girls eyes. She watched as a blue hand reached out to brush the chrome of Wonderbolt's blower. "This is more car than nearly anyone can handle."

Rainbow Dash was almost panting with excitement. Her ears were perked forward, and her wings sprung out beyond her control. "What's it feel like?" She looked up at the butterflies of the air intake, imagined the force of air pouring into the dragon. "When the light turns green, and nothing else in the world matters. What does it feel like?"

Spitfire felt a jolt of energy, and she realized she was talking to a kindred spirit. "Nothing matters. There is you, there is the engine behind you, and there is a wash of yellow that turns green. You hit the clutch and hold on."

Two heartfelt sighs met each of their ears, and both Rainbow Dash and Spitfire stared into each other's eyes for a moment as they connected. Spitfire recovered first. There was just something about Rainbow she immediately liked, but wanted to challenge. "Come over here." Spitfire walked to the cockpit of the car and patted the seat. "Get in."

There was an implied "and don't touch anything" in Spitfire's voice, but Rainbow Dash wouldn't have anyway. She had to jump up and slip down, her legs squeezing down into the narrow confines of a car built for one specific person. Her heart sped up, and Rainbow already felt heat rise through her that had nothing to do with summer or the engines around her.

Spitfire read the girl as best she could, and watched as her hands instinctively reached for a steering wheel that wasn't there. "You drive?" Rainbow nodded to her in reply. "What do you drive?"

It hurt to say, but Rainbow Dash couldn't lie to the woman who let her sit in this car. "I don't have a car… I got my license earlier, full one." She watched as Spitfire's golden hand pushed something between her and the instruments of the car.

"This is the steering yoke. This is what you hold on to while screaming at the top of your lungs for the ride to stop." Spitfire had the girl trapped in the car, but a look at Rainbow's excited face told her that it wasn't "trapped" so much as "not moving until told to." Her fingers brushed just once, down towards the girl's thigh.

Rainbow's breath caught in her throat at the touch. She looked up at Spitfire and realized the woman had her in a compromising position. Compromising or not, though, Rainbow couldn't deny how excited she was. Memories of experiments, games, and even slow Saturday nights came back to her, but when she heard the zip of her jeans slowly unfasten, reality stormed in. "Wait…"

"I'm waiting, newbie." Spitfire released Rainbow's fly and rested her hand on the coarse fabric of her jeans' inner thigh. "What's the matter? Want to stop?"

"No!" Rainbow blushed at how fast and how loud she yelled the word. She looked at the row of digital gauges before her, and closed her eyes. "I have never felt like this… been like this… with anyone before."

"You can stop whenever you want, newbie." The word meant more to both of them now that Rainbow had revealed her secret. "Your choice." She paused to inhale the smell of motor oil, burnt fuel, and the scent Rainbow had put on that morning. She stroked her fingers down to Rainbow's knees slowly, then lifted them back and stroked again. "Playing with you in Wonderbolt's cockpit is just about the hottest thing I can think of right now."

"Me too…" Rainbow spread her legs a little more, letting the teasing fingers stroke a little further. She stopped thinking, she let go of her inhibitions and tucked her thumbs into her waistband.

Spitfire watched as Rainbow pulled her jeans down, catching her panties too. She wasn't smooth, not completely; a little tuft of soft rainbow-colored fuzz decorated the girl's mound. "That isn't dye?" Her fingers took up their stroking again, now on sensitive flesh.

Rainbow Dash clamped her hands onto the yoke, gripping it tight enough that her blue knuckles turned white. "It's as real as my wings and ears."

"Real as…" Spitfire's fingers stopped a moment, then stroked a little further up Rainbow's thigh. "I heard something about that. Some local girls in some sort of cult with wings and horns and all sorts of crazy. They're real?"

"Yesssss…" Rainbow Dash's voice caught as the fingers stroked up and along her outer lips. She bucked inside the confines of the car, restrained by the steering wheel and her own desire. "My-My wings are real. I can flyyyyy!" The fingers stroked along her damp slit.

"That is pretty amazing, newbie." Spitfire stroked a little more, hearing Rainbow's clenched breath at each movement. A heavy jolt caused the car to jiggle, and Spitfire had to press down with her palm to keep Rainbow in the car.

"What was that?" Rainbow wanted to turn and look, but the hand pressed firmly to her vulva, and the feelings it produced, made it impossible to sit up. "What's going on?"

Spitfire waited for Rainbow to stop jostling so much before stroking along her again. "They are putting my Wonderbolt together behind you. That was the blower kissing the inlet manifold." As she said the word "inlet," Spitfire pressed a single finger into the wet folds.

Rainbow squealed, but whether in excitement at the engine being built inches from her or the intrusion into her body was anyone's guess. She tilted her knees to the side in the confines of the car and moaned.

"They are bolting it down, torquing it just right." Sliding the finger in and out, Spitfire couldn't believe how tight and how hot Rainbow was. "They are putting the belt on the blower now. And he is complete again." She got an extra finger into Rainbow's vagina at last.

"What… what are they going to do? Don't you need to race?" Rainbow's body was on fire, she was burning like nitromethane and nothing would put her out. Each stroke of the fingers inside her was like a gear-change, and each shove back deep into her body was like a throttle going wide open. She wasn't sure when she closed her eyes, but the sound of switches being flicked had her full attention.

Spitfire finished starting the electronics and getting the car read. Looking up to her pit crew—who mostly wore big grins—Spitfire nodded. "Start her up."

Rainbow's engine was already running, but when ten thousand plus horsepower bellowed to life with a roar above her head, Rainbow Dash squealed and squeezed her legs closed. She was racing down the track. There was over seven thousand foot-pounds of torque shoving her forwards into bliss, and Rainbow Dash's voice screamed as loud as the dragon behind her head.

"Holy shit that is hot." Spitfire knew what the test was, and when she felt the engine first start to rev, she pushed her fingers in a little deeper.

Gripping to the yoke for dear life, Rainbow couldn't stop the feeling of the huge engine revving combined with Spitfire's fingers from pushing her into a pulsing set of orgasms that somehow timed themselves with a set of yellow lights in Rainbow's head. When the engine hit its rev limiter and had spooled up as far as it would go, she hit four full seconds of unparalleled pleasure.

When the parachutes of afterglow were out, Rainbow slowly came down. She could feel three gently undulating fingers inside her stretched body. She purred like the engine idling behind her, and felt every explosion within its cylinders through her bare ass on the seat. Her chest heaved, and Rainbow slowly opened her eyes again.

Spitfire leaned in and kissed one of Rainbow's ears. "Want to hop out and let me race, newbie?" While she pulled the steering yoke out, Rainbow pulled her pants back up. The engine behind the pair died with a sputter. "You did good there, but I think we need to get you behind the wheel of something tamer before you try my Wonderbolt."

"Huh?" Rainbow Dash's head was still full of fuzz and happy. She couldn't quite work out what Spitfire was saying. "Whaddya mean?"

Pulling her suit up and back on fully, Spitfire tugged the hood up and over her head. "I mean, do you want to drive something today?"

Rainbow Dash was stunned, and didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or hug Spitfire. Hug seemed like the best decision considering what they had just done. She jumped forward and squeezed Spitfire tightly.

"And depending on how you do I might be able to find you something to do regularly. Do you have a job, newbie?" Spitfire felt the squeeze tighten. "You know I can barely feel you through this suit, right?"

"Don't care, too awesome!" Rainbow didn't want to let go.

Author's Note

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