Spitfire was doing her favorite thing, and about to do her third favorite thing—flying and shouting, respectively. Flying so high that nopony standing on the field attached to Cloudsdale could hope to see her, Spitfire eyed her target.

Earlier, Spitfire had arranged with Soarin to position the newbies at the end of the practice field, and Soarin would be standing just to the left of the last marking on the strip. The colorful ponies below were hard to make out, but that high-contrast marking was perfect to target.

Spitfire didn't just tuck her wings—that's how a novice would dive—she leaned forward and started flapping to build speed faster than mere gravity could bestow.

Stretched out in a dive, Spitfire had to pull her wings in at last, folding all but the outermost primaries at the tips of her wings. Like a plummeting hawk, she controlled the last of her descent with tiny movements until, with a snap, she spread her wings and hit the stripe like a sledgehammer.

A dozen gasps went up as Spitfire made her entrance, but she was glad to see Soarin showed not the slightest flicker of surprise—making her arrival seem anything but normal would have ruined the effect, after all. "Report, Commander Soarin. What are you doing with this bunch of pansies on my practice field?"

"Captain Spitfire," Soarin said, betraying none of his admiration for the amazing crash-dive Spitfire had performed. "I regret to inform you that we have over twenty applicants for the Wonderbolts Academy this year."

"Over twenty?" Waiting for a nod from Soarin, Spitfire let out a groan. "Well, send them all home. I doubt any of them are Wonderbolt material." She snapped her head around to glare from face to shocked face. "Besides, we don't have a position in the Wonderbolts opening up."

A collective gasp went up from the recruits at Spitfire's proclamation, and from the way their heads snapped around, she knew the next step of their initiation had arrived.

"Captain Spitfire! Senior Airpony Rainbow Crash, reporting for duty." Rainbow Dash had been ordered to take things easy, which was why she didn't try to show-up Spitfire. She walked across the practice field toward the senior Wonderbolts, waiting for Spitfire to look at her.

Spitfire didn't turn to Rainbow Dash right away, instead focusing her gaze across the potential recruits. "What is it, Crash?"

"Requesting light duties, Captain." Almost splitting her face with an expectant grin, Rainbow Dash watched Soarin turn around first. The look in his eyes as he spotted her was worth every moment of planning with Thunderlane to make this a surprise.

Judging the moment right, Spitfire turned to face Rainbow Dash, and was thankful her expression was hidden from the recruits. Rainbow Dash had a small frame, which made the spread of her belly—further back than could be explained by a good meal—more pronounced than it should. After five seconds she snapped her mouth closed, and curled her lips into a smile. "Congratulations, Senior Airpony Rainbow Dash."

Rainbow Dash's pride had overtaken embarrassment when her pregnant state had started to become too obvious for ponies to miss. "Thanks, ma'am!" She proceeded to look over Spitfire's shoulder at the group of excited ponies. "Is this all you got for me?"

Spitfire rolled her eyes—still positioned so the new recruits couldn't see. She was about to say something, when she saw Rainbow Dash opening her mouth. It wasn't often Spitfire gave up the chance to get some good shouting in, but she trusted Rainbow Dash to give her an opportunity.

Leaning in, Rainbow Dash cupped one hoof up and said—plenty loud enough for the cadets to hear— "Can they actually fly?"

Turning around to face the new hopeful pegasi, Spitfire set her throat in preparation. "Well?! Can you fly?!"

"Yeah!" many enthusiastic voices replied.

Soarin stomped forward, stopping only inches before walking all over the first pegasus of the group. "The first and last word out of your traps, to the Captain, is ma'am. Now, try again!" When all the recruits turned toward him, Soarin stepped back. "Not to me! To the Captain!"

"Ma'am! Yes, ma'am!" The voices still lacked some conviction.

"I want to see you all flying patterns. Groups of three. Pick two wingponies and GO!" Spitfire smiled a little as the assembly broke up and took to the air. She turned to Rainbow Dash and Spitfire held out her favorite clipboard. "You can take things from here?"

"Yell lots, pick out the ones who can't hack it, yell lots, take a note of anypony who can actually fly, and yell lots? Yeah, I think I got this." Rolling her eyes, Rainbow Dash turned away from Spitfire, only to see two stallions showboating for the mare in their wing. "Cut the games, you two, I wanna see how fast you can go!"

Spitfire watched Rainbow Dash stomp off after another pegasus who had landed. "Soarin?"

"Yeah, Captain?" Soarin was a little surprised by the turn of events, too. No wonder, he mused, Thunderlane asked for some lighter duties for her.

"Pregnant mares are scary." Shaking her head, Spitfire watched as Rainbow Dash shouted vehemently at the recruit, and could well imagine what poor excuse was given to elicit the reaction. "Let's get into that paperwork."

Together, Soarin and Spitfire took to the air and flew up to the officer's area of the Academy, and headed into Spitfire's office.

"Hold on," Soarin said, just as they both got inside.

Spitfire turned to see what was the matter, and raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "What's the—"

Moving rapidly, Soarin walked up to Spitfire and took her ring wing in his grip. Spitfire didn't resist his effort to stretch the limb, and he dove his head into the mass of feathers and caught the errant secondary feather.

Letting out a sigh, Spitfire felt her body tremble a moment as Soarin preened her wing. The gentle tug of feathers, straightening the one her dive had kinked, drew the weight of dealing with paperwork away. Standing still, she felt the errant feather end up being plucked with a short, decisive tug. "It wasn't salvageable?"

Soarin walked to the trash bin and spat the feather out into it. "You bent it too far. Would have just thrown off your flying. I noticed you favoring the other wing on the way up here."

Fluffing her wings, and then folding them down tightly, Spitfire walked around her desk and lifted two folders off the pile that was waiting. "Oh? I thought your eyes were on something else?" She tossed one folder across the desk to Soarin.

Reviewing the next batch of applicants took the rest of the morning, lunch, and into early afternoon. Spitfire and Soarin were just reviewing the last two when Rainbow Dash knocked sharply on the door and entered.

"Okay. We've got about four good fliers in the lot. At least three that are flat-out not worth the trouble they'll cause, and one stand-out flier." She walked across the room and set the clipboard on Spitfire's desk.

"Yeah, that's about what we got from their applications. Thanks for that, Crash." Spitfire took the clipboard and started looking through it. "Got any plans for the afternoon?"

"Nah. Thunder's taking me to a new place in Canterlot for dinner, but figured I might do a little light flying, keep my wings from losing their mojo." To show off her wings, Rainbow Dash spread them and gave them the lightest of flaps—not even enough to rustle the paperwork.

Soarin busied himself with the last of the paperwork, not trusting his eyes not to wander. But, of course, just thinking about not looking at Rainbow Dash's pregnant belly made him remember seeing it. Catch twenty-two.

Not even noticing the conversation, or Rainbow Dash's departure, Soarin was startled out of his "don't think sexy thoughts" mantra by a flick to his ear. Jerking his head up, he was snout-to-snout with Spitfire. "Uh—"

Spitfire kissed Soarin, just a soft touching of the lips that reaffirmed her love for him. "I saw your little attempt not to stare."

"What? I wasn't staring!" Misinterpreting Spitfire's words, Soarin defended himself as best he could.

With a laugh, Spitfire leaned forward and pressed her mouth to Soarin's ear. "But I bet you also didn't imagine my belly, swelling with a foal you put there." She finished with a light nibble, and made her way to the door. "I'm gonna watch the newbies do some flying. You might want to work out that tension and get some flying in yourself."

Spinning in his chair, Soarin watched Spitfire leave with a surprised expression on his face—he thought he had been hiding his half-erect shaft pretty well, but her words were causing him to grow to full mast.

Spitfire spread her wings and pumped them hard. The truth was, she had been thinking about foals herself, several times, and though she wasn't completely against the idea, she wanted Soarin to bring it up. She spiraled up slowly, catching the thermal that rose off Canterlot's hot streets below, and soon reaching the same altitude she had been at when she had started her dive.

Of course, Spitfire was not ready to hear a groan coming from a cloud off to her left. She perked an ear, and spiraled up a little higher to get a look at what was happening.

"You can't move. Not an inch. Not embedded in this cloud." Thunderlane tested his work, gently pushing at the hard, "building quality" cloud that was packed around Rainbow Dash. "Our foal's safe, Stripes."

Her eyes wide, Spitfire quickly landed on a cloud overlooking what she had thought was some newbies having a make-out. What she had found was Thunderlane sealing Rainbow Dash in a cloud, only her plot, head, and forelegs sticking out. It was obvious what the stallion's plans were, and Spitfire was just about to rush down and stop him.

Thunderlane rubbed Rainbow Dash's jaw with one wing. "You're fine in there, Rainbow?"

"Yeah. This is great. We gotta do this back home some time." Rainbow Dash couldn't move more than the exposed parts of her, and she loved it. "Use my mouth too, if you want. I'll tap out if it gets too much, Master."

"I don't think I need to go that far, Stripes. Maybe I should just stuff cloud around that face of yours and let it set, too? Keep you quiet." Without another word, Thunderlane shoved himself into Rainbow Dash.

Spitfire froze. The way the two spoke this wasn't any kind of assault, but rather something they had planned together. It was a uniquely pegasus thing they were doing, and to Spitfire's normally straitlaced sensibilities, very kinky. Like a filly, she peeked over the edge of the cloud to watch the pair, unable to look away.

"Maybe I should just push this cloud a bit lower?" Thunderlane kept his pace up, bucking his hips against the trapped body of Rainbow Dash. He didn't take his time, or go gentle—he knew exactly how Rainbow liked it. "I could—I could cover up your legs, your head. Maybe those newbies wouldn't recognize you."

Rainbow Dash groaned, her ears tucking back at mention of being put on display like some kind of toy. She stared up at Thunderlane, and her heart did a loop-the-loop at how much she adored him.

Thunderlane leaned forward and started pushing cloud matter around the sides of Rainbow Dash's face, his hips still hammering away. "Yeah. I think I will. Put a little sign up for any stallion to have a ride. Fuck a Wonderbolt. Leave bits if you enjoyed it."

Biting on a forehoof, Spitfire watched as Rainbow Dash started to squeal and buck around in the tight cloud, and it was absolutely obvious that Thunderlane was climaxing. The way the big stallion slammed his hips against Rainbow's covered form had Spitfire's own engine running.

"Or maybe I'll just cover you up and screw you all day?" Thunderlane's voice had an edge of strain—he was unloading into Rainbow Dash, flooding her insides with his hot seed.

When more cloud was pooled up and over her face, Rainbow Dash let out a soft whine to Thunderlane, and was quickly assaulted by a kiss from the father of her foal. "Woof woof woof."

"Don't want to be buried?" Thunderlane kissed Rainbow Dash again, only stopping when she seemed impatient to talk.

"The burying is fine." Lowering her voice, Rainbow Dash wet her lips with her tongue. "But Spitfire is hiding on a cloud up there. She doesn't know I can see her."

His voice equally low, Thunderlane grinned like a timber wolf. "Then we give her something to remember."

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