Despite trouble getting to sleep, Spitfire slept the night through with the most wonderful dreams percolating through her subconscious. Playing with Soarin, being played with by Soarin, and now playing with others with her lover at her side all featured in Spitfire's dreams. But what had really hit her was a dream of them both being played with.

The dream heated up, and Spitfire felt her conscious mind floating a little more toward the surface. Somepony was eating her out while she sucked a bat pony's cock, but it wasn't until she climaxed that she actually jerked all the way from the dream to find she was in the midst of orgasm.

With a tongue stroking across her nether lips, Spitfire squirmed and twisted in bed as her muscles trembled and clenched. Without meaning to, Spitfire opened her mouth and cried wordlessly to the room.

As the rush of pleasure subsided, Spitfire tilted her head and looked down her body at Soarin smiling back at her. "Good morning," she said.

Soarin nuzzled his way up the expanse of yellow fur until he reached Spitfire's chin—at which point he kissed her. "Mmm-morning," he said once the kiss broke.

Spitfire pressed her forelegs against Soarin's chest and rolled him onto his back. A dominant streak filled her, and she leaned down to rub her belly against Soarin's. "Maybe my good little stallion wants to—"

Loud knocking broke the moment like a hammer. When it came a second time, both Spitfire and Soarin let out groans.

"I'll get it," Soarin said. "You smell too good to be answering doors."

Smell too good, Spitfire knew, was a result of how Soarin had woken her up. She lifted her foreleg off him and let her lover slip off the bed. The question remained now, though, as to whether she got up and had a shower or waited in bed for Soarin to return.

The restlessness from the previous night had an obvious cause in Spitfire's mind, and that was a lack of her usual flight regime. She'd been neglecting things to help take care of Windy. This thought was enough to spur her to action. "Shower first, then a morning fly to limber myself up."

Spitfire got five minutes into a shower before Soarin joined her. Another five minutes later she finally asked. "Who was it?"

"Surprise. Rainbow Dash went into labor early in the morning. Looks like we're back on duty with the newbies." Soarin used his wings to massage Spitfire's shoulders and work the coat shampoo into her fur.

"Huh." Rolling her shoulders, Spitfire smiled a little wider. "So I'll get a little more yelling in for the day."

"We'll have to let Spicy know we can't make it." Soarin felt Spitfire wilt under his touch. "Come on, it was a nice break, but we can still do fun stuff while working full time."

Spitfire's lithe physique stretched under Soarin's touch. He watched her shift and stretch each non-wing muscle one by one. "Come on."

Turning and watching Soarin walk from the shower, Spitfire turned the water off and joined him. "What're we doing?"

"It's a warm morning. We're flying." Soarin pranced out of the bathroom still dripping a little, and had Spitfire hot on his heels.

Celestia's sun shone down on them, and by the time Spitfire and Soarin's hooves reached the edge of the clouds their wings were dry. Neither hesitated for a second before leaping off the side of Cloudsdale and into the embrace of the sky.

Right away their muscles flexed and worked—and Spitfire felt right again.

Breakfast was held with the recruits, where Spitfire gave them the news about Rainbow Dash. They spent the morning putting the Wonderbolt hopefuls through their paces, and it was just as lunch called their name that they spotted a dark shape on the edge of the Wonderbolt's training field.

Soarin didn't make a point of flying too quickly, the stranger wasn't doing anything dangerous, but he did want to see who it was. As he winged his way closer, he saw that they looked odd because they had a large black umbrella.

A few ponylengths away and Soarin could tell who it was. He smiled wide and braked to a stop just before the stranger. "Spicy! Oh heck, we were supposed to let you know we couldn't make it today."

Spicy Hot twirled his parasol and batted his lashes at Soarin. "You'll have to make it up to me with a kiss." He loved the astonished look on Soarin's face so much he pursed his lips.

He was exposed, and it was the strangest request he'd ever gotten, but before he could talk himself out of it Soarin leaned forward and kissed Spicy on the lips. It was only brief, but Soarin kept his eyes open to see Spicy's excited expression. "There."

Dancing in place, Spicy twirled his parasol and swung it about. "I got a kiss!" As he swung it around, he closed the sun umbrella and pressed it down into the cloud—leaning toward Soarin over it. "What do I have to do to get another?"

"Have patience until the end of the week? Our drill sergeant is out of action and somehow she was doing the work of both Spitfire and me, and now we are worked off our hooves." Soarin felt good about the kiss. It hadn't meant anything other than being how Spicy had wanted an apology. "You might know her, R—"

"Rainbow Dash." Spicy tapped his chin with a wingtip. "Let me think. First pegasus in living memory to pull off a sonic rainboom, saved the world with her friends several times, among the first ponies since ancient times to be recognized by the crown as a poly family. That Rainbow Dash?" Spicy had the drollest look he could muster on his face. "Oh, and pregnant with what ponies are already saying will be the fastest foal on the planet."

Soarin laughed. "Yeah, that Rainbow Dash. There was no chance of getting her to stop working, so we gave her light duties—of which she did twice the workload. There is nothing on this world that can stop her."

"So the weekend?" Spicy asked, lifting his parasol and opening it again.

Nodding, Soarin turned around at the sound of his name. "Yeah. The weekend."

Spicy waited until Soaring started to take a step before smacking his flank. "If you don't come around, I'll be coming for another kiss."

Looking back over his shoulder as he walked away, Soarin couldn't believe how upbeat Spicy was about life. Somehow, he'd always imagined bat ponies to be super serious and focused on dark tasks.

"That was so—damn—hot." Spitfire spread a wing over Soarin's shoulders. "Why'd you kiss him, anyway?"

Soarin was surprised by the tone Spitfire used—hungry. "He wanted compensation for forgetting to tell him we couldn't make it today. I think we got off light—well, you did."

"Maybe I'll get him next time?" Spitfire asked, then kissed Soarin herself.

Soarin opened the door to Spicy's shop early in the day. He pushed his way inside and made room for Spitfire. "Hey, Spicy!"

Checking a particular shelf of dildos, Spicy turned and looked up at the call. A blur of yellow and orange came toward him, and next thing Spicy knew he had a pair of pegasi wings wrapped around his body and he was tilted onto his back. Staring up, he smiled wistfully at a very dominant Spitfire. "You wouldn't."

"I'm sorry for earlier in the week." Leaning down, Spitfire pressed her lips to Spicy's and pulled him upward into the embrace.

Watching as his special somepony orally assaulted Spicy, Soarin couldn't help but giggle as Spicy's wings went limp and flopped to the floor.

Pulling her tongue back from Spicy's mouth, Spitfire drew her lips back in a slow parting. "Will you forgive me?"

"I don't think I'd survive another, so I had better. What am I forgiving?" Spicy regained his senses enough to pull one wing up and use it to fan his face.

"She's sorry for using you to test a theory." Soarin walked over and bowed to Spitfire, extending his wing. "I wanted to know if she looked as hot kissing a stallion as I apparently did, the jury is still out, more tests are needed." Once Spitfire had released Spicy, Soarin pulled her into a hug and a quick kiss. "Who have you organized to come over?"

"Oh, you know, some friends. I'll also be open to the public, you know what that means." Spicy pranced his way over to the stalls and opened the door. "I hope you ate a big breakfast, because it's liquid meals for the rest of the day, my pretties."

A shiver ran down Soarin's spine. "You'll be the only one who knows it's us?"

"I'll be the only one who knows which of you is in which stall. Since you walked in here, if anyone was watching they'll know it is one of you." Spicy looked between the shocked expressions on his friends' faces. "Oh, come on! You didn't think about that at all?"

"Not really. What does—" Spitfire gulped and bit back her own words. "I'm still going to do it. Soarin?"

Soarin closed his eyes. "How would it look if word got out?" He opened his eyes again and looked at Spitfire. "I'm still in."

"You heard what Crash got up to in Ponyville with her partners." Spitfire walked to the stalls, her mind racing with her last experience in them.

"Neither of us are Element bearers, and last time I looked we hadn't saved the world." Soarin, seeing Spitfire's tail lifted, couldn't help but follow her. When he reached the stalls with Spitfire, Soarin watched Spicy fit the bridle and gag to her. "You—uh—are going to use us too?"

Spicy Hot giggled. "You ask a lot of questions. The answer, you sweet-lipped stallion, is yes. I'll make sure to use both of you several times, and I'll even pick out which of you I liked the most. Open up."

Her own mouth already forced open with a ring-gag, Spitfire watched Soarin open his own. She knew there was still the cuffs and the hood to come, but wasn't about to skip out on watching Soarin get dressed up. When Spicy had the bridle on and the gag in, and turned around to grab the cuffs, Spitfire stepped up to Soarin and pressed their mouths together.

With the ring gag in place, it was hard to form a full seal around their mouths, but Soarin didn't care. He kissed Spitfire in possibly the kinkiest way he ever had in his life, and poked his tongue forward to play with hers.

"I can't leave you two alone for five seconds!" Spicy might complain, but he didn't feel any desire to separate either of them, so he instead focused on fitting the cuffs. Once he had all eight on, and neither pony seemed inclined to break the kiss, Spicy reached for the hoods. "Who's first?"

"You went first last time," was what Soarin tried to say. With the ring gag in it came out entirely as vowels, and most of them were O. Turning his head, he faced Spicy just in time to be plunged into darkness.

Soarin could remember what Spitfire had looked like wearing the hood, and just the feel of it wrapped around him made his shaft slip free of his sheath a little. He was quite literally at Spicy's mercy, and he was still amazed how much he trusted the bat.

Locking eyes with Spicy, Spitfire leaned toward him to make putting on her own hood easier. It slipped on without a hitch, and she felt her ears tuck back into it. A few twitches from Spicy's clever wings and she knew it was fastened as tightly as Soarin's.

A tug at her bridle urged Spitfire forward. She moved with uncertain steps—trusting Spicy to lead her where she wanted to be. Just like last time her legs were strapped in, and there was even a strap securing her hood into the stall. The last limb to be secured was instead fastened to some string.

"Test it, please."

Spitfire tugged on her hoof and vaguely heard a tinkling bell chime above her.

The sound of the bell drew Soarin's attention. He was led forward by a tug on his bridle, and found himself led into the second stall. He had to lower his head a little, and was aware as Spicy fastened each of the straps that would keep him in place.

"Test it, please." Spicy waited for the second bell to chime. "Wonderful. Let me get you warmed up."

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