Soarin could hear shouting coming from the practice field, but having left Spitfire in bed to relax a little longer (he couldn't bring himself to wake her), he knew it wasn't the Wonderbolts' usual source of vocal assault.

As he rounded the corner of the barracks he saw the source of the shouting: Rainbow Dash. The swell of her belly suited her, or so Soarin thought, and yelling at newbies definitely seemed to be something she had in the bag. The only thing that had Soarin a little worried was why she was yelling at them.

"If you chickens don't get the Dizzitron scrubbed down in the next half hour I'm gonna make you use it as is!" Rainbow Dash saw Soarin the moment he stepped around the corner—and started to smile. She knew exactly what the source of the mess was.

Reaching Rainbow Dash just after she had done some more—excellent—shouting, Soarin planted his hooves and stood beside her. Like Rainbow Dash, he knew the source of the mess on the Dizzitron, he just didn't know she knew. "Somepony made a mess? Couldn't hold their breakfast?"

Rainbow Dash raised one eyebrow just a little. "Somethin' like that. Where's Spitfire?"

"Sleeping in. We—uh—tried some new wing exercises last night." Soarin almost congratulated himself on the perfect excuse. Nopony would believe it—they all knew he and Spitfire were an item—but none of them would think he tied Spitfire to the Dizzitron and bucked her silly. "I'm sure she'll come out a bit later and yell at me about it."

Not shy about the collar around her neck, Rainbow Dash turned so that the tag caught the light a little. "She like that all the time? If you know what I mean?"

Soarin looked at the shiny tag on the collar and gulped. Rumors had gotten around that Rainbow Dash's relationship was a little wild, and after what Spitfire had told him it seemed so. "N-Not all the time. I mean—"

"What are you runts doing?! Scrub faster!" Spitfire's voice resounded over the training field. She saw Soarin and Rainbow Dash standing together and stomped her way over to them. "And you! You turned off my alarm, didn't you?"

Shrugging with a smile, Soarin was completely unprepared for what Spitfire did next. She kissed him on the cheek.

An expectant silence wrapped around Soarin, Spitfire, and Rainbow Dash. Everypony knew Soarin and Spitfire were an item together but neither showed it on the job. Until now.

"Last time I saw a mare that satisfied, Fluttershy couldn't walk straight for two days." Rainbow Dash's voice was pitched low, but she saw Soarin's ear twitch in obvious detection. "I mean. Captain, good to see you. Happy to report the recruits are working well and are highly receptive to yelling."

Spitfire's face split into a delighted smile. "Then I might just put that to the test. Soarin, I'm sure there's more paperwork to do. Rainbow, take my afternoon shift and I'll handle this one." Turning, Spitfire watched as one pegasus tipped the bucket they'd been cleaning with over the edge of the cloud. "What do you think you're doing, newbie?!"

For all Rainbow Dash and Soarin were good at yelling, it was literally Spitfire's passion. Each of them tucked their ears back as their captain went from conversation to eleven out of ten in one step.

"You heard the Captain." Rainbow Dash's mind was racing with plans. The previous day Spitfire had watched Rainbow and Thunder playing games, and now she strutted around. She realized first of all she would need to find Thunderlane, then work out some way for Soarin to stumble upon them.

Turning as Rainbow Dash did, Soarin nodded. "Right, yeah. Paperwork. Yay…"

Walking beside her friend and (technically) senior office, Rainbow Dash knew her normal walk was being compromised "Why don't you join Thunder and me for a few drinks at lunch?"

Soarin was about to refuse when a traitorous little voice in the back of his head brought up an idea that the rest of him thought was terrible and great: I could ask them about their "games". Nodding, Soarin smiled. "That sounds good."

"Just swing by our place when you're ready to go." Rainbow Dash waved to Soarin with her wing as she left him at the admin building. She and Thunderlane had their own Wonderbolts share-home, and now she had to get back there to find her husband.

Rainbow Dash spread her wings and pumped, launching herself slower than usual. She had to get back to Thunderlane and explain her plan.

It was eleven thirty by the time Soarin finished the paperwork. He stretched his wings first then every other muscle—arcing his back like a feline. Flight power wasn't the only part of being a Wonderbolt, flexibility was also a factor.

"I wonder if it's too early to go catch Rainbow and Thunderlane?" There was nopony to answer Soarin—none to tell him it was too early—so he stepped out of the stretch and made his way toward the door of the admin building.

Thunderlane saw the moment Soarin left the building and spread his own wings. Silent and fast, Thunderlane pumped hard to reach his home before Soarin—a feat he only managed because Soarin wasn't in a hurry.

Taking his time, Soarin practically glided all the way to the house Thunderlane and Rainbow Dash were living in. He landed easily beside their front door and lifted his hoof to knock.

Hearing the knocking, Rainbow Dash nodded to Thunderlane before letting out a muffled moan. A gag choked off her expression of pleasure, which only made her struggle more to make any kind of noise.

Ears perking up at a barely heard sound from inside, Soarin lifted his hoof to knock again, only his hoof didn't just rap upon the door, it pushed it open. "Oh, uh. Woops?" As he reached to pull the door closed again, Soarin heard a muffled squeal. His ears pricked forward, and without thinking he stepped into the house. "R-Rainbow Dash? Thunderlane?"

When Rainbow Dash saw Soarin in the doorway of the bedroom, she moaned again. He looked startled, confused, but she watched as dawning comprehension grew on his face.

Thunderlane had Rainbow Dash strapped into the mounting frame. An archaic device from days gone by, the frame held a mare in place and forced her head down. He was facing away from the doorway, balls deep in Rainbow Dash's vulva, and knew that she could see Soarin standing in the doorway. It went without saying that Thunderlane himself couldn't see Soarin.

Eyes widening further with ever buck Thunderlane's hips made, Soarin's mouth opened to say something. A look of panic crossed Rainbow Dash's face, and she shook her head to him. Slowly, Soarin closed his mouth again.

Now Soarin had a moment to think beyond "Two of my closest friends are the kinkiest ponies I know," and put it to work, naturally, imagining Spitfire bound and tied, even gagged. He felt himself slip free of his sheath, and though he knew he should leave, the rational parts of Soarin were clubbed into submission by his naughty side.

"Relax that ass, little bitch, I'm plowing that next." Despite it being mostly for show, Thunderlane was more than happy to let his libido run free. He ignored the stallion watching him, and just kept shoving himself into Rainbow Dash.

The words distracted Soarin from his fantasy. Things had seemed to be good with Spitfire strapped up and claimed by him, but the thought of her—with a suitable toy—returning the favor pushed out all his dominant ideas.

Rainbow Dash stared past Soarin as her own lust rose. She knew her master was good to her, and with him claiming her like this he was very good to her. But then the thrusting stopped. Her answering whine turned into a grunt past the gag as Thunderlane pulled out and thrust into her rear.

Thunderlane didn't—couldn't—look backwards. This game wasn't a proper session, and though he wasn't exerting his full dominance over Rainbow Dash, Thunderlane kept an eye on her for any tap-outs. "Can't put any more foals in you, might as well use you properly."

In his head Spitfire was saying the words to Soarin. He found himself rocking in place, eyes a little glazed, imagining his partner stuffing—stuffing something into him. The realization that he needed something to work with shocked Soarin back into the real world. His eyes widened as it fully dawned on him that not only was he standing here watching his friends have sex, Rainbow Dash could see him doing it.

Flicking her hooves, Rainbow Dash gave Thunderlane the gesture to slow and talk. He didn't stop (because she hadn't used that gesture), not that she wanted him to. When the gag was pulled back from her lips, Rainbow Dash laughed. "He's gone. You should have seen how into it he was. Do you think he'll top Spitfire again?"

"Does it matter to you right now?" Thunderlane kept his pace even, delivering slow, deep thrusts into Rainbow Dash's rear.

Moaning, Rainbow Dash shook her head. "N-No, master." The gag was worked back into her mouth and the mother-to-be let herself go to her dominant's care.

It was only a short flight to Cloudsdale proper. Soarin's wings were burning, however. There was an academy record for how long a flight from the Wonderbolts HQ to Cloudsdale should take, and Soarin was sure he had just broken it—possibly in half.

He knew the place he was looking for. Everypony knew of such places, but nopony ever talked about them. There was the central ring of shops in Cloudsdale, and then another ring of shops around those before homes started. The building Soarin was headed for nestled in an alley way between two shops, the back of the shop actually the front of somepony's house.

Soarin landed in the street and looked around. There was the normal amount of hoof-traffic as well as the odd pegasus flying above—it was Cloudsdale after all. With another look to see if anypony noticed him, Soarin slipped into the alley.

The purpose of the store was not obvious. It didn't have a neon sign, and it didn't have a counter of its wares on a trolley outside. Pushing the door open, Soarin slid within. Inside, the store was the opposite of its exterior. The first and last thing to fill Soarin's vision was long, stallionesque shapes that had more to do with what was under his belly than Soarin had ever wanted to know about before.

Now it was everything he could think about.

"Hi there! Welcome to Cloudsdale Cloppers. What can I help you with?"

Soarin's head jerked toward the male voice, and saw an oddity for the city. A bat pony, his eyes bright and welcoming, stood in the middle of the shop. Like all such, his coat and mane were dull colors.

The range of dildos in the store, however, were practically every color of the rainbow. Every time Soarin tried to look for what he wanted, he blushed and snapped his eyes back to the store clerk. "I n-n-need a—" The word was only used in jokes, normally. Dirty jokes involving a mare getting her own back on her stallion. Soarin drew up all the bravery he had and squeezed his eyes closed. "Ineedastrapon!"

"Of course, sir. Right this way."

Soarin's eyes snapped open and he managed a nod before following the bat pony. Past all kinds of odd toys he walked, until—true to his word—the salespony had led him to a shelf lined with strap-covered toys. One caught his attention: it was gold-colored.

"Very good eye you have, sir. Notice the extra edged flare. I take it this is something for your partner to wear? You wouldn't fit inside that one." At Soarin's confused look, the clerk smiled to reveal his frugivorous fangs. "A stallion can wear one of these too, sweetie. Keep his mare feeling every thrust long past his own flagging—if you know what I mean?"

Knowing all too well, Soarin was nodding his head before he knew what he was doing. He quickly shook it.

"Well. I'm sure the mare in your life is going to love you—a lot—for this one." The bat pony lifted down the golden-colored toy. "How big are you? Be honest, or maybe I need to get my measuring magazine out?"

"Magazine?" Soarin was trapped in a dream. He couldn't do or say anything without being prompted by the bat pony.

"Would you prefer mares or stallions?"

Soarin gulped. "Four hoof-lengths!"

"There! Wasn't so hard—unlike these toys. This one should fit you." The bat pony lifted down another strap-on, this one had a hollow toy that Soarin could see would be just a little longer than he was. "You'll want something for both. Wetness is important, and we have the latest enchanted goop that unicorns have come up with."

Nodding his head, Soarin had no clue what he was getting into, only that he was happy that the bat pony seemed to understand. "Thank you! In a bag please. A brow—"

"We have pink bags. If I gave you a brown bag, everypony would be suspicious." Carrying the items to the counter, the bat pony did indeed put them in a pink, cute bag. "That'll be fifteen bits."

Soarin paid—quickly—and grabbed the bag while turning to rush out. Without the constant pressure of a thousand penis-shaped bits of rubber staring in his face, Soarin regained his manners. He stopped in the doorway and forced himself to turn to the nicest sex-toy proprietor he had ever met—also the only. "Thank you. I… Just thanks!"

The bat pony didn't even get through a reply before Soarin was out the door and in the sky. "What a nice chap. Those Wonderbolts are always so polite, but it must have been his first time." His musings were cut short when another pony opened the door. "Welcome to Cloudsdale Cloppers! What can I help you with?"

"Vibrator!"

"Right this way." It seemed—to the bat pony—that it was going to be a day for newbies. He smiled wider.

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