Rainbow Racing

by Damaged

Rating: mature
Tags: Spitfire, Equestria Girls, Sex, Rainbow Dash (EqG), Adventure
Length: 10283

Rainbow Dash takes the first step in following her dream, racing cars, and soars on wings of gold.

Rainbow Dash has just finished school—along with her friends—and is about to start the rest of her life on the right foot. Heading to the local speedway for the first time, she has always wanted to see drag cars up close, but is in for a closer look than she ever dreamed.

Contains: Girl on girl. Car/motorsports references. Oral sex. No metaphors of cars/sex/girls (what do you think this is, 90's metal?). Okay, I lied about that last one, Rainbow Dash is terrible at it, too.

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Published 2017-06-17 21:50:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-06-18 21:34:03 UTC

A First Taste

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.

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Staged and Ready

Letting go with a little reluctance, Rainbow felt a hand brush her wing. Instinctively she tugged it back. The fingers that tickled her feathers were gold, however, and despite her initial reaction she found herself extending the limb back out.

"They are real…" Spitfire's confidence was replaced with incredulity. She gently stroked one of Rainbow's big primary feathers and heard the girl give a soft sigh. "Sensitive?" Her ego returned and she traced the big feather down to its base and then gently squeezed the downy barbs at the base, then ran her digits up the vane.

Rainbow Dash's legs were wobbly enough from her first non-solo sexual experience, but having someone stroke her feathers like this was almost enough to send her into a heap on the ground. Before she knew it she had her eyes closed and parted her lips as a groan formed in her throat.

"Mmmf!" Rainbow's eyes flew wide again and she found herself pulled against Spitfire. The older woman had joined their lips into Rainbow's first serious kiss, and she felt all the butterflies and excitement of the earlier moment return.

"Boss, you only get one more run before the rest of the qualifying rounds start." Soarin knew he wasn't welcome, but he also knew the chewing out he would get if he let Spitfire get too caught up to run their last test run before tomorrow's big event.

"Mmmhmmm." Spitfire rolled her eyes and drew back. "We are going to finish this later." She saw the yellow flame of nitromethane burning in Rainbow Dash's eyes. "After I clear three hundred miles an hour."

Her legs actually wobbling at the foreplay Spitfire was plying her with, Rainbow Dash could only nod. "Why…" Her voice came out high-pitched and cracking. She grinned and got herself under a little more control. "Why don't we race?"

"What?" Spitfire was confused. "Blue, there isn't another car here that could keep up with me down the quarter. Until tomorrow, anyway. How are you going to race me?" She had to get ready for her run. Pulling on her gloves, she reached for her helmet.

"Easy." Rainbow Dash's ego vied with her desire to please Spitfire. She had no clue what the woman saw in her, but she ached to prove herself. "You drive, I run." A flick of her wings implied that more than just running was on the cards.

"Huh. Magic against machine. I like it, Blue." As she turned, Spitfire reached her free hand out to grab a firm grip on Rainbow's tight rear. No fat there, all muscle, and tense as a steel cable under strain. She squeezed a little and loved the surprised gasp from Rainbow. "Bring it. No one is staging beside me in this. Get your shoes on and let's hit this!"

The flirting had Rainbow just as pumped as the challenge. "I am going to kick your tail." She started strutting alongside Spitfire, but Soarin stopped her with something gold in his arms. "What's this?"

"Boss' old suit. That's black-top you are running on, and there is a very dangerous machine runnin' beside you. If you are half as fast as you think you are, you need this." Soarin shoved the race suit into Rainbow's waiting hands. "Get it on or you don't run." Eyes flashing to Spitfire's, he saw his boss give a slight nod.

Rainbow Dash would normally have argued, but when she got no support from Spitfire for a counter to his demand, she grumbled and started pulling the suit on. "Stupid suit. The magic keeps me safe and… hey that's cool." She flicked her wings, her magic having apparently shoved them through the thick fabric somehow.

Spitfire had to keep her eyes off Rainbow Dash. The feel of the girl's butt, of her soft body quivering in orgasm, kept eating at the corner of her mind. "Stop it, focus on getting this missile down the track." She stopped beside the car and pulled her helmet on. The silence of the world fell around her and she entered her "place."

Walking towards her cockpit, she couldn't help herself, she looked to the right. "Damn it, Blue…" Rainbow Dash was hopping on one leg, trying to adjust her shoes. Spitfire climbed into the cockpit of her car and settled into the seat. This spot was made for her in an extremely literal sense. The entirety of this section of the car was built around her size and shape, and only had one purpose: keeping her safe.

A tap at her shoulder was her signal to turn on the engine, and she flipped a switch in the tiny dash. As if the car had memories of Rainbow Dash's body in it, Spitfire felt a rush of sexual pleasure as the Wonderbolt started. "Focus on the track. Keep it straight, don't drive slow to look at the girl's ass." She was safe from being overheard, the beast behind her was breathing, burning nitromethane faster than ten normal cars.

Rolling up into the water trap, Spitfire gave an air-kiss to her steering yoke and hit the throttle. The world came alive. Spitfire could hear everything that mattered as Wonderbolt screamed and spun its huge tires towards the start line. Completely focused on the run before her, Spitfire didn't realize until she was almost back at the staging line that one of the people pushing her backwards was Rainbow Dash.

When she had been waved over by Soarin, Rainbow Dash hadn't realized what he intended her to do. Beside the admittedly cute guy, she pushed Spitfire's Wonderbolt back behind the staging beams. She wanted to give her friend some luck, and tried for a sauntering walk to the cockpit.

Spitfire's eyes locked on Rainbow, staring at the girl as she walked awkwardly towards her. The wings framing her torso hearkened back to a time of battle maidens swooping down from the heavens, and despite herself Spitfire's blood ran hot with need.

Rainbow cursed her lip-gloss-covered lips, wishing for once that she had actually gone with lipstick. Looking at Spitfire's helmet, she saw the perfect spot for her target.

Tight blue lips pressed to the corner of Spitfire's helmet-visor. She stared at the imprint Rainbow's barely colored lips left. A fine streak of slightly blue lip-balm that didn't obscure her view at all. It was perfect. Spitfire's heat turned to excitement and preparation. While her earlier thoughts of Rainbow Dash had confused and distracted her, whenever Spitfire thought of her now she felt herself center further into her place. Staring up at Rainbow's grinning face, she gave a nod.

Almost hyped up enough to cartwheel to the other staging line, Rainbow Dash felt that she could fly even without her wings. She looked at where Wonderbolt's front wheels broke the beam and brought on the first staging light. She walked forward and put her foot in the same place.

"Hey kid, off the track!"

Soarin moved to distract the official. "Give her a break, they are just having some fun. It isn't as if she can be hurt, Spitfire's going to be gone before Rainbow even leaves the line."

When she wasn't told again, Rainbow Dash decided to ignore the voice. She took a single step forward and set her other foot over the second staging beam. Crouching low, she glued her eyes to the Christmas tree. The second white light came on for Spitfire, and the world around Rainbow Dash slowed to a crawl. Her heart was beating so slowly, in her perception, that she was amazed she was still alive. A slow, deep breath came in and she saw the top yellow light come on for both of them. It hung there for a minute, then the next yellow light flashed.

From the top of the 'tree, the lights flashed rapidly down. Spitfire had trained and practiced this part beyond any sense or reason. It was automatic. Her foot was already moving as the last yellow flashed, and by the time the green came on her foot was on the power.

Ten thousand horsepower screamed and argued with the world about its lack of motion. The heaviest of clutch systems barely held on to the power Wonderbolt wanted to throw backwards. Its tires twisted out of shape, deforming at the energy shoving through them to the track, and in milliseconds of time it was leaping forward.

Spitfire was in her place, the car's new tune was on the money and the tires hooked up. She couldn't look for Rainbow, there was no way to see behind her anyway. Eight times the regular pull of the world grabbed at Spitfire and shoved her backwards, and an equal shove from Wonderbolt pushed back. Curling one wheel up in the air as the chassis twisted with the torque involved—like a sneer of defiance at nature—the car was over a hundred miles an hour before anyone's heart could beat just once.

Rainbow had never felt this much magic before, save when Twilight had used her all to defeat Gaia Everfree. She screamed and laughed, shoving backwards with her feet as fate and magic combined to send her forward. For nearly five paces she kept up with Wonderbolt, but then the machine screamed and defied even Rainbow's magic. She kept running, kept speeding up all the way to the end of the track, but Spitfire had her 'chutes out and was slowing before Rainbow got to the finish line.

Spitfire had no clue how well Rainbow had run, but looked up to see her own time. It was only a practice run, but even with the sharp drag of the parachutes she was laughing. Her run had felt better than any other for the day, possibly the best of the year. She shifted her leg a little, somehow thinking she felt some moisture Rainbow had left on her seat.

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Catching up to Wonderbolt at last, Rainbow was panting. "Hey!" She waved at Spitfire while she paced beside the car. "Nice run!"

Wonderbolt jumped a little, but Spitfire had kept her foot away from the throttle. She righted the path of the car and stared at Rainbow Dash. "How the…" Her heart beat fast, and she looked up to the other side of the track.

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Spitfire took a second to take that in. She wanted to scream, she needed to. Reaching up with a free hand she yanked her helmet off and tossed it into the grass. "How the heck did you do that?!"

"I'm that awesome." Rainbow could almost strut, but instead she leaned down and with all the confidence running so fast gave, she kissed Spitfire. It was rough, exciting, and it made her feel even more alive for the audacity of it. Rainbow was in her element, and she knew what her life needed: speed.

Gurgling in shock at being kissed, Spitfire laughed into the embrace before either of them really wanted it to end. Turn about, now Rainbow was getting Spitfire all hot and bothered in Wonderbolt, and if anything the gold-toned woman found it just as exciting. "You're mad!"

" 'Cool as heck,' are the words you are looking for." Strutting along, her wings fluttering in the breeze, Rainbow felt on top of the world. "So about that job…?" It was as smooth as Rainbow could get, which was not at all.

"The girl I get off with is not automatically allowed in my cars, or in my shop." Shooting a quick glance at Rainbow, Spitfire finally turned the engine off, letting the beast sleep again. "You have to prove both of those things. Driving is coming up tomorrow, a job starts in Canterlot tomorrow. Don't think I won't make you work for both, Blue."

"What about the rest of today?" Rainbow reached out to the bewildered timing official and took both slips from them. Looking over the numbers, she couldn't help but be even more proud of her "run."

"That's it. Wonderbolt's tests are done, and we have a tune for tomorrow. No fun-runs in her. I might have sponsors, but she has expensive tastes in fuel and plugs." Clutching her ticket, Spitfire suddenly realized she had lost her helmet in all the shock. "Tonight… tonight is open to opportunity."

Rainbow's heart changed its beat, swapping from excitement to trepidation, but each pace was the same. "O-O-Opportunity?" She gulped. Not only hadn't she been with a girl before, but she hadn't been with anyone. There had been times when she wore out some frustration, but being with another living person in that was… terrifying, exciting, and confusing. Her brain immediately jumped over half a dozen conclusions, and she was trying to figure out what two girls could even do together.

With her crew catching up with them, Spitfire held back telling Rainbow dash what "opportunities" she might come up with. "Hey, how was that run?"

Soarin was full of excitement. "I have never seen a newly broken-in engine work that well. I mean, we got the timing just perfect, but it still should have been another few tenths back." He paused and looked at Rainbow Dash. "And you!" Words failed, and he just shook his head. "Wow…"

The loudspeakers that dotted the landscape sprang to life and barked something mostly incomprehensible about "super street qualifying." Thanks to the amount of speakers, and the way the wind carried it, the voice seemed to echo around the raceway. Securing Wonderbolt in their makeshift garage, the crew were taking time to relax.

Rainbow found herself pulled to Spitfire's side as soon as the woman got from her car and, with blushing cheeks, she was kissed again. This wasn't a brief brush of the lips, nor was it a chaste kiss between friends. Rainbow felt herself pressing and conforming to Spitfire's body, and tilted her head up into the embrace.

Rainbow had only two kisses to compare to this, and each of them were earlier in the day and with Spitfire. A touch between her lips caught her by surprise, but she found herself making a soft, needy whimper as Spitfire's tongue pushed into her mouth. For the first time not in a dentist's chair, Rainbow Dash had someone exploring her mouth. The firm tongue worked around, brushing her teeth, briefly wrestling with her own tongue before gently stroking the roof of her mouth.

Spitfire looked into Rainbow's eyes, and witnessed the moment when they widened. She caught the girl's laugh in her own mouth, and felt her squirm. When Rainbow broke the kiss, she was giggling herself. "Newbie."

"What was that? Why does that spot tickle so much?" Rainbow was in an outrage, although more at the craziness of the situation. "And why did you do it?" The undertone of laughter was in her voice.

"To hear you laugh, to mess with you. And because I want to get you somewhere more private so I can show you something else my mouth can do." Spitfire saw trepidation on her new friend's face. "I can go slower if yo—" She groaned as Rainbow's hand grabbed her rear, and Spitfire felt the same squeeze she had given the girl earlier returned in full measure.

"I'm good to find out what you can do, but I… I need a bit of practice on what to… what to do back." Rainbow Dash was burning confidence and ego as hard as she could, but she had learned nothing from her time at Canterlot High School if not when it was time to ask friends for help. "I haven't exactly done this before."

"Hey, you are a newbie, but I can be your practice track." Spitfire pressed her face close enough to Rainbow's for their noses to touch. Her line was corny as heck, but she liked the idea of letting the girl play with her. "My van is just there," she pointed to the truck that housed her cars and had a loft, "just head in— HEY!" Rainbow's hands had both planted firmly on Spitfire's ass, and lifted. Laughing like a schoolgirl, Spitfire clung to Rainbow. "What are you doing?"

"Taking my prize." Rainbow's confidence had been boosted by Spitfire's words, and she was ready for action. With her ears perked forward in anticipation, she carried the taller woman to the ramp of the trailer. Inside was a beautiful car, and enough room for Wonderbolt and the crew's tools. She wanted to do things, all kinds of things, but she wanted to do something with Spitfire in the car.

"Do you have any idea where you are going?" Spitfire watched the outside recede as Rainbow carried her into the trailer. "Or what you're going to—"

Rainbow set Spitfire's rear down on the car's hood. For its part, the old Buick Century barely even lowered. Rainbow reached a hand up, remembering her own self-play, and searched for Spitfire's chest with it.

"You… you're going to do me here, in my own trailer, on my Buick?" Spitfire groaned when the inexperienced girl's hand found her breast, and squeezed. She spread her legs apart a little, her jeans straining against the action. "D-Don't stop…"

"Stop? I am just getting started!" Rainbow liked the sounds Spitfire made as her hand explored her restrained breasts through her tank-top. She reached along the girl's hip, tracing her curves up to find the breast's partner. Rolling her hips forward, Rainbow planted her groin firmly against Spitfire's.

"I thought you said you hadn't…" Spitfire cut her words off as Rainbow squeezed both her breasts at once. She moaned loud enough to echo in the close confines of the trailer. "You really haven't done me… this… before, Blue?" She wore a smile from ear to ear, enjoying her own Freudian slip's connotations.

"I'm a quick learner. See, now I got you in first. You are purring away as I ease a little more gas on." Rainbow slipped one hand down and back up, then the other, getting under the tank top. She squeezed Spitfire's breasts again, and her hands worked on pulling the sports bra she found upwards. "Second gear."

Blue flesh met gold, and Spitfire sang like an angel as Rainbow worked at her. She squirmed around on the hood of her car, but the way Rainbow had her pinned she wasn't going anywhere. "How fast are you taking me?"

"All the way down the quarter." Rainbow met Spitfire's lingo, upping the ante with her descriptions. "I can feel you rev higher, feel your throttle glide higher and higher. Rev limit? Clutch in," Rainbow Dash pulled one hand down and with every bit of confidence she could muster, worked it down Spitfire's waistband, "and third gear."

Spitfire bucked her hips up against the slighter girl, she couldn't believe how forceful and confident Rainbow had grown. She cast her mind back to try to put together what had done it, but as she did gentle fingers slid over the silken boxers she was wearing, and found her slit. She whimpered in pleasure and rolled her hips into the touch, trying to impale herself on the searching fingers, but Rainbow wasn't letting her have it.

"You have six gears, and there is no way I am short-shifting you." Rainbow leaned forward, crowding over Spitfire. She kept the slow squeezing-massage of the small but pert breast under the woman's top, but also flicked the hard nub of her nipple with her thumb. Every action Rainbow did she examined, tested, found the things and places that made Spitfire roar like a V8. Twilight's teaching was probably meant for other things, but Rainbow knew she would be making lists later.

The hand at Spitfire's crotch pulled back, and she gave a needy whimper in response to it. Slackness around her waist told her what Rainbow had done; her jeans were loose. Shimmying her hips, Spitfire wiggled until her pants were around her knees, and all that was between her and Rainbow's hand was her silk boxers.

"Eager on the throttle. You might be revving too hard." Rainbow leaned forward, ignoring the woman's crotch to nuzzle her chest. On her back, Rainbow's wings flapped, and she used the air they caused—and a free hand—to pull Spitfire's top up. "What's under the hood?" Her nuzzling resumed, only now she had soft flesh under her lips and tongue. "Mmm, slow and lazy into fourth, we could cruise at this for hours…"

Spitfire had never been "stacked," not that she minded. A smaller chest meant getting gear was easier. But the way Rainbow focused on her chest made her feel like she was huge. "Wha… what are…" Her voice wasn't working, gasps and whines came from her when she tried to say too much. She arched her back up and pushed what assets she had against Rainbow's hand and cheek.

"A wheel-stand in fourth? Plenty more under the hood, and a solid back-end I would guess." Rainbow closed her lips over one bullet-like nipple and gently nibbled it. She kissed the breast to apologize for the rough treatment, all the while her ears perked to hear Spitfire's sounds of pleasure. "Into fifth." She squeezed one of Spitfire's offered breasts, while her other hand slid down the woman's body, tracing past her belly button and to her shorts.

"Blue!" Spitfire's voice was loud enough to be heard outside the trailer, but she didn't care. Rainbow's fingers were clearly not expert in their ministrations, but again and again Spitfire couldn't stop her body from bucking upwards. "Get into me… B-Blue!" Spitfire struggled to get the girl's nickname out, but then she felt both of Rainbow's hands pull up and catch a breast each. She gave a whine at the lost of attention to her pelvis.

"Lost some traction, but I think I can find sixth from here." Tracing her hands down, after one final squeeze of Spitfire's breasts, Rainbow Dash appreciated how perfect the woman's body was laid out on the hood. When she found Spitfire's boxers with her hands, she pulled them down. "And into sixth." She had no experience at all with this bit, not a bit, but she was so eager to practice that her confidence and ego took hold.

The first lick along her folds caught Spitfire's voice in her throat. She was completely silenced and couldn't make a sound apart from soft grunts. Another lick, and another, and soon she felt Rainbow's tongue start to press between her puffy, slick petals.

Rainbow discovered the taste of a woman, and immediately threw out the cliché descriptions from every bodice-ripper she had ever read—which was two. Spitfire wasn't "sweet" and it definitely wasn't "honey," but Rainbow realized with each lick that it was growing on her. She inhaled the woman's scent, she delved her tongue in and found every little spot that caused Spitfire to shimmy and shake.

The grip on her hips tightened, and Spitfire finally found her voice again as Rainbow shoved her tongue in deeper. "Oh, YES!" It was like she was back in the staging lights again. She was laying down now, and the track was ahead. Her heart trembled when she felt Rainbow Dash—her engine—come to life. Her throttle opened wide and Spitfire screamed in orgasm as Rainbow drove her to the end of her quarter.

"Hey Boss, what—" Soarin froze at the end of the trailer. Spitfire's yell had sounded like a summons, but as Soarin was caught staring at his bare-chested boss being driven to bliss on the bonnet of her '56 Buick, he realized he was in error. There was a rainbow-haired angel between Spitfire's unclothed legs, and the action of her bobbing head (along with Spitfire's continued vocalizations) spared nothing to the imagination. "I think I will just find something to do…" He turned and left the two women to their fun.

"You… oh heck… you newbie…" Spitfire panted hard, fighting for every breath not spent recovering from the lightning strikes between her legs. Rainbow was still down there, and was slowly lapping around her neatly shaved vulva. "You can't get to sixth gear on a quarter…"

Rainbow Dash tilted her head up, leaving Spitfire's body to simmer back down on its own. "Well I guess you have to show me." She cocked her smile to one side, making sure the offer was as obvious as possible.

"Blue… what am I going to do with you?" Spitfire reached out and cupped Rainbow's jaw, pulling her up and kissing her. She shoved her tongue forward, only to find resistance. Spitfire groaned happily as Rainbow countered and shoved back, pushing a musky tongue into Spitfire's mouth. Her eyes fluttered a little, but she suddenly had a need to find out what Rainbow tasted like in return.

"Mmmff!" Rainbow felt the grip on her own rear, and wrapped her arms, legs, and wings around Spitfire as the woman leaned up and off the hood. The kiss was still locked, so Rainbow trusted her lover to take her wherever she wanted.

Spitfire stepped out of her jeans and shorts, and showing her bare ass off to the open trailer, she carried Rainbow Dash to her "trailer" at the back. The kiss continued, and lingered further as Spitfire managed to kick the door closed behind them. She tried to pull back, to ask Rainbow if she wanted a drink or anything, but the blue woman's lips were locked in place, and she pressed firmer still.

With a happy, resigned sigh, Spitfire carried Rainbow Dash to her bed. Setting Rainbow down, she worked a hand up and between them. A push finally unlocked their lips and broke the kiss. "On your back, newbie. Time to let me drive."

Rainbow reached to her own jeans and started to unbuckle them, but the sight of Spitfire pulling off her tank-top stopped her dead. She stared at the woman, at her pert breasts, tight waist, and curving hips. "You look so hot…"

"Hot? You put me into the red-line." Spitfire reached down and slipped Rainbow's tshirt up and off. Part of Spitfire cursed that Rainbow was wearing a sports bra; Rainbow Dash had bigger breasts than her. Then she grinned; Rainbow Dash's breasts were hers to play with. "Well what do we have here? I think I can drive this." She pulled up on Rainbow's sports bra, jerking the garment up and off, then gently pinched one soft nipple.

The moan and squirming didn't last long before Spitfire pinched the other nipple. Back and forth, the had Rainbow squirming for all she was worth. When Rainbow's nipples were rock hard, Spitfire leaned down and cupped one in her mouth. She closed her lips around the flesh and squeezed, keeping her teeth well away.

Giving up trying to undo her pants, Rainbow gripped to the covers under her and had to bite her lower lip. Still, she let out a gasp when Spitfire did close her teeth carefully around one nipple. "What—"

"The starter. Listen to you purr." Spitfire pulled back from Rainbow's chest, rearing up on her knees and leaning back so she could work on the traitorous jeans. Working by memory, Spitfire locked eyes with Rainbow Dash as her fingers undid the fly on Rainbow's jeans, and she started pulling them down.

Quickly discovering that being undressed was even more fun than undressing yourself, Rainbow pulled her knees up to let Spitfire cast the unneeded pants away. "I'm quick on the throttle." Rainbow gazed at the golden goddess of speed above her. Spitfire was looking back, and both wore hungry expressions.

"How did you run a quarter in eight seconds?" Spitfire brought a hand to Rainbow's thigh, and felt not a bit of fat. Some girls were desired because they had big hips, others because they had huge breasts, but Spitfire loved Rainbow Dash's tight body, it excited her in a way a soft girl never would. She could easily see that while Rainbow lacked the heavy curves of the modern beauty standard, she still had curves. She traced a thigh up, a wafer-thin waist that would leave any girl green with envy, then found the two mounds of the girl's breasts.

"I just thought about the amazing, sexy beast beside me." Rainbow curled her lips into a full grin. "I wanted to outrun Wonderbolt… and maybe the woman driving her." She felt the pinch on her nipple, and squealed at the sensation.

"She is a sexy beast, but I want you looking at me next time." Spitfire leaned down and lapped a long stroke with her tongue, tracing Rainbow Dash from belly button to neck.

"If I could see you in her, then I would have been staring at you." A tilt of Rainbow's head had their lips meet. She didn't fight this time, letting Spitfire claim her mouth with her tongue. She just started to suck on the intruder when a hand alighted on her mound. Rainbow arched her back and tucked her ears down tight as a finger pushed into her. She wasn't as ready for it as last time, so it was more of a shock. Nonetheless, she was in gear and racing quickly.

Rainbow had gone from barely damp to sopping wet in moments, and Spitfire now agreed that the girl was fast to rev. But with each delve of her finger into the tight depths, Rainbow shoved up and against Spitfire's body. Their chests pressed together, their breasts mashed tight, but throughout the stroking their lips never parted.

Giving up her attempts to let Spitfire do what she wanted, Rainbow wrapped her arms and wings tightly around her lover, and squeezed. Her hug was rewarded with a second finger, and she was over the finish line as fast as Wonderbolt had been.

The speed Spitfire had brought Rainbow to orgasm didn't phase the older woman, she broke the kiss and pressed a third finger in. Rainbow squealed loudly, thrashing against Spitfire as she was shoved into orgasm after orgasm. Spitfire marveled at her partner's reactions, but she kept up her ministrations.

Rainbow was a car. She was a tight-lined mustang. Her driver—Spitfire—was learning her every reaction. She felt like they had been making love for hours, touring the track of her body, noticing every way she responded. Rainbow collapsed back on the bed, and her brain wavered. Three firm fingers were all the way to the knuckle in her vagina, but she was out of gas.

"If I could get you to drive me like that…" Spitfire was in awe of Rainbow's performance. She felt worn out herself and slumped down on the bed. "Maybe we could just snuggle for a bit… build up our strength…" Gently, she teased at one of Rainbow's feathers, noticing the amazing patterns in them. Each stroke of the soft down caused Rainbow to press a little closer to her, and Spitfire found she enjoyed that a lot.

Author's Note

So I do this "Ask x" thing, x can be any pony within the story. You can ask them anything and ~~I~~ they will definitely hopefully reply. Keep the questions appropriate to the age-rating of the stories and of course, ~~I~~ they will answer the best question(s) in the author notes of the next chapter. The more votes a comment has the more likely I will get it to the right pony to answer, try and keep it to one answer per post! ~~I~~ They will pick one question per chapter.

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Epilogue - Opened Eyes

Light filtered through the blinds, and Rainbow Dash wanted to turn over and go back to sleep. It was the weekend, and school was a million miles away. Her mind, still heavy with sleep, started to drift back off. Crazed dreams of a golden goddess in a fiery chariot came back slowly, but the sensation of a nose poking along her naked body stirred Rainbow's dreams up.

The goddess now had a face. Eyes that burned with a hunger Rainbow knew too well stared at her, and in that twilight-state she reached out and stroked the golden woman's back. The nuzzling descended, and Rainbow felt soft lips kiss her sternum, her belly, and finally down to her groin.

Sleep folded back from Rainbow's thoughts. She came awake to the world again and opened her mouth to moan. Licking, definitely licking. Her folds were being bathed expertly, and when Rainbow tossed the cover of the bed back she spotted gold.

"Morning." Spitfire paused her ministrations just long enough to greet Rainbow. "Hold on, I want you to sing again." As she pressed her lips tight to Rainbow's vulva, Spitfire worked her tongue deep into the soft, musky folds, and tickled the tip along her vagina. Again and again she lapped, ending each stroke with that same delving dive.

The oral sex was somehow even more intense than the previous night, and Rainbow found herself whimpering and moaning each time Spitfire plunged in. Her heart sped up, and she remembered looking down the quarter mile. She was suddenly running. Wings grew from her back, and her ears migrated to the top of her head as Rainbow "ran the quarter." She was so suddenly ponied up that was uncomfortably aware of one wing being stuck under her. Hitting the finish line, her body relaxed back from the red-line ride.

Licking slowly, easing Rainbow down from her screaming orgasm, Spitfire turned her head and lay her cheek on the other woman's thigh. "I swear, getting you off gets me so horny…" Spitfire squirmed a little, squeezing her legs together. "Are you ready, Blue?"

"Ready for what?" Rainbow was still distracted, not able to parse questions, nor formulate the answers in a timely manner.

"You need to do your physical, not going to be a problem if you can keep your wings in." Spitfire used a finger to stroke Rainbow's thigh, counting things. "Then you need a blind test in the car, if you can't find the gears, the pedals, you will be out."

"What?" Rainbow scrubbed at her eyes and stared down her body at Spitfire. Further complaints caught in her throat as the gold goddess of her dreams stared back.

"My ol' '56 out there is built up for Super Street. She ain't super-fast—not even as fast as you—but she is respectable. Show me you can drive her today and we can get you something of your own." Spitfire looked at the angel on her bed and snorted. "You have bed-feathers, I think."

"What?" Repeating the word, but for a different reason, Rainbow suddenly had Spitfire crawling up and over the top of her. Rather than set Rainbow Dash on her back, though, Spitfire rolled her onto her belly.

"These. I don't care if you race cars all day long, these are amazing," Spitfire started working on the bent feathers, preening Rainbow's wing into shape again, "and you need to take care of them."

Rainbow's mind raced. She was trying to go over what words Spitfire had used, and found only the implication that she might get to drag race today. If Spitfire hadn't been teasing at her feathers gently, she would have had the willpower to celebrate. As it was, all Rainbow Dash could do was melt into the soft bed and close her eyes in bliss. She couldn't believe how well the weekend had gone, nor the impact it was going to have on her life.

Author's Note

Short and sweet, an epilogue for your enjoyment. What good is such a story without a truly happy end?

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