Fascinating Flatulence Fiction

"Nice flying, Crash. Though your barrel roll could use a little tweaking."

Another day, another workout composed of flying routines concerning formation when doing tricks. Though Spitfire only scheduled Soarin and Rainbow Dash to show up.

"Yeah yeah, I'm working on it! I can't be perfect at everything," Rainbow Dash grumbled as she peeled the breathable latex like uniform down her athletically toned body. She kicked it off the end of her left hind leg, causing it briefly to fly through the air and drape across the bench.

"What was that, did I hear Crash being modest," Soarin feigned shock as he held up his forehooves to his cheeks with his muzzle slightly ajar in a gasp!

Rainbow shot him a scowl, then turned to Spitfire as she let out a laugh just as she finished squeezing out of her own uniform. While normally they kept the playful insults to a minimum, there was a certain looseness when it was just the three of them. She never could put her hoof on why they felt particularly more open, but then she thought perhaps they were always like this when not around large crowds.

"Easy Soarin, be nice to the rookie," Spitfire giggled as she put away her uniform into her respective locker. She then turned and faced them both with a unusually large grin on her face.

"So... shower then, girls," she asked both Soarin and Rainbow Dash.

"Oh you know it, honey," Soarin answered in a rather campy feminine voice. He snorted and giggled at his own response, much to Rainbow Dash and Spitfire's chagrin.

"One of these days I'm going to turn you to the dark side, I bet my wings on it," Spitfire vowed with a tone of absolute assurance. She kicked her locker door closed as her eyes remained fixated on Soarin.

"Oh, that's so not going to happen," Soarin was quick to dispute, "I'm strictly for stallions, no foal holes for me," the pegasus went on to add quickly.

"I still can't believe he's... like that," Rainbow Dash reiterated as she always did when the subject of Soarin's preference for studs came up. She lost herself in a bit of thought as she went to put her own uniform away in it's proper locker.

"Well I've said before, I may prefer stallions... but even I won't turn down a nice mare derriere if she likes it like that," Soarin was quick to remind Rainbow Dash, as he had many times before. This was a particularly well known fact because Soarin had been caught numerous times with a certain mare Wonderbolt in the showers.

"Not, ever, going, to, happen," Spitfire emphasized the pauses between each word as she gave him a deadpan stare. He'd offered her many times before, and each time she reminded him that that particular hole was an exit only.

Rainbow Dash was blushing by this point.... she really didn't want to hear of Soarin's escapades or why precisely Spitfire had said what she did in response to Soarin's claim to loving "Mare Derriere" as he put it.

"Sooo... about that shower, huh guys," Rainbow Dash tried to reroute the discussion to something more interesting. Mostly anything except what was being talked about now.

"Oh I know, but that didn't keep you from liking my tongue shoved up there," Soarin was sure to remind Spitfire.

Spitfire was blushing madly and instantly she was in Soarin's face and had him pinned against the lockers!

"Keep that shit to yourself or I'll make sure you regret it," she spouted out loudly... she wasn't angry he brought it up as so much that he brought it up in front of another pony. Even if it was Rainbow Dash, it didn't make it any less embarrassing!

Soarin mused as he peered into those angry yellow eyes filled with a burning animosity.

"Oooh... well if you think that's bad, what if I tell Crash about your other, even dirtier secret," Soarin posed with heavy sass, he was playing with fire... and he loved it.

"Please, um... stop... I really don't want to hear about this," Rainbow Dash begged. She was really uncomfortable at this point, but neither pony seemed to regard her presence much.

Spitfire's eyed narrowed to slits, her face drawing close as it could as she glowered with a fiery ire in those eyes of hers.

"Don't you bucking dare, Soarin," Spitfire warned... there was something almost sinister in the way she stated her warning that put Rainbow Dash on edge.

"Oh... a dare huh, well then," Soarin took a deep breath, then exhaled as he turned his gaze toward Rainbow Dash.

"Spitfire told me she gets aroused when you break wind in front of her," he said in the flattest tone he could muster.

"Oh you are SO, BUCKING, DEAD," Spitfire cried out as she swung him around toward the door. She spun around and then, summoning all her strength, gave him a good double hind hoof kick that sent the pegasus hurdling through the front door. Her chest was heaving as she breathed heavily... she was really riled up as she turned to Rainbow Dash.

"So... is... is that true," Rainbow Dash asked, the look on her face showing a mixture of emotion.

Spitfire contemplated as she looked at the ground, then expelled a deep sigh...

"Yeah... it's... it's true," Spitfire lamented. Secretly, she had always wanted to tell Rainbow Dash, but knew she'd probably just make things extremely uncomfortable between them. She had made the mistake of telling Soarin about her issue, whom she often trusted with such matters since he was fairly open minded.

"Ow... I forget how hard you can buck," Soarin came in a few seconds later, then stared back and forth between the two mares.

"Well, you said you wanted to tell her," Soarin said with a pained smile, he was certainly sore from Spitfire's efforts.

"Not, like, that," Spitfire groaned then looked up at Rainbow Dash apologetically. Was she going to be scrutinized, would Rainbow now regard her with strange queer stares and feel uncomfortable. This wasn't the kind of relationship you needed with ponies whom you depended on when performing public shows.

"That's pretty weird, but kind of kinky," Rainbow Dash admitted with some reluctance. Her sympathy for Spitfire's situation allowed her to be a bit more open now too.

"All right, Crash, to my office on the double," Spitfire exclaimed in that all to well familiar commander tone she often took on when she was large and in charge. She quickly hoofed it out of the locker room and toward where her office resided.

"Well, that could've been a bit less painful, but I suppose I should let you get going... she hates waiting, you know," Soarin waved a hoof and was soon flying back out the door leading outside.

"Horse feathers, what did I just get myself into," Rainbow Dash entertained her mind with thoughts as to the reason behind Spitfire asking to come to her office. Was she to be punished? Perhaps this was in relation to what just transpired in the locker room? He mind was bogged down as she entered Spitfire's office.

"Ma'am, you wished to see me," asked Rainbow as she moved up to the desk where Spitfire was sitting.

"Yes I did," retorted Spitfire calmly, "Rear up, forehooves on the edge of my desk and rump presented," the yellow coated pegasus ordered.

Rainbow Dash gulped in fear, but didn't hesitate to assume the position as told to. Her back arched with her wings spread out so that her rear was left quite exposed. She'd been here quite a few times before in this same position, which usually meant she was about to be a victim for Spitfire's crop.

Spitfire moved around to the front of her desk, but didn't brandish the crop as Rainbow expected to. Instead, she felt Spitfire's warm soft nostrils snugly pressed her black fleshy puffed up doughnut.

"I command you to fart, Rainbow Dash," Spitfire ordered sternly, then pressed her warm wet tongue against the wrinkle that was Rainbow Dash's anus.

Rainbow Dash's eyes widened in shock and her her cheeks went absolutely scarlet! Well... it was a command... and Rainbow Dash never dare defied a command after she had received a good few beatings from Spitfire. She relaxed herself then squeezed as though she was relieving herself. There was a long pocket of musty hot air that sputtered noisily against her commanding officer's tongue. Rainbow could only moan uncontrollably in bliss she felt that lovely tongue explore the territory past her rump hole.

Spitfire groaned as she felt the warm noxious fumes being forced out of Rainbow Dash's extremely tight anus. It made her mind flutter as she felt the cyan pegasus' fart expelling into her open muzzle. She could taste it! It was horrendous, it made her absolutely wet. She plugged Rainbow's tongue with the tip of her tongue, then force it inside where it swirled about in frantic passion! It sounded sickeningly wet as air continued to be squeeze out and around her tongue.

Rainbow Dash felt as though butterflies were in her belly. Why wasn't she disgusted by this? Even a better question, why was she finding it so hot? Perhaps it was the fact that Spitfire was in such a humiliating position that aroused her. Her commanding officer was behind her, tongue buried deep into her musky hole and no doubt forced to smell and inhale her fart. That certainly didn't happen every day!

"Mhmm, well done, Rainbow Dash," Spitfire congratulated Rainbow Dash as she finally pulled away with a satisfied beam, "I believe we'll have to do this again sometime, if you're up for it," she added as she licked her lips, still able to taste and smell the foul aroma still fresh on her taste buds and now permeating the air of the office.

"Oh yeah, definitely," Rainbow Dash said without thinking twice, but then seemed lost in thought for a moment.

"Ma'am... this, this isn't going to get to any other pony, and... it won't change our relationship beyond closed doors... will it," Rainbow asked.

"No Rainbow, it won't, it's our dirty little secret," Spitfire assured her, then briefly presses her lips against Rainbow's in a kiss, "I'm still your commanding officer, but outside of that... consider me a friend with very special benefits."

"Thank you, ma'am," Rainbow sighed in relief, though the kiss left her quite flustered.

"All right, lets get to those showers," Spitfire declared with a sudden pep in her tone. Both of them nodded in agreement and briskly made their way back to the showers to wash off the sweat and stress of today's events!