The tour started off pretty standard. They found one of the many vantage points with a fantastic view of the sprawling cloud structures. However, Rarity seemed more enamored with her reflection than RD’s abridgment of centuries of pegasus history. Worse, the flying fashionista turned a lot of ponies’ heads wherever she went.

“Whoa, check out them wings,” said a construction worker as she let her jackhammer get away and fall off the edge. Luckily, safety precautions ensured the expensive equipment was tied off, so it didn’t get too far.

“Ah, you’re too kind,” Rarity tittered as she fluttered by.

“Trixie suspects that some creatures may enjoy this upskirt view more than others,” the blue unicorn remarked as she bucked her hips.

Spike fell forward and rubbed his erection along the mare’s lower back before smiling guiltily. “Was I that obvious?”

“It feels like there’s a hot coal on Trixie’s ass.”

“Ah gotta admit, Ah don’t hate the view either,” AJ added as she watched Rarity fly by. She then whistled. “Yo, Rars. Don’t go flyin’ too far. Them wings glitter like a beacon, attractin’ who knows what kind ‘f unsavory folk.”

“Darling, please, don’t tempt me,” Rarity swooned.

“I’d advise against anything rough,” Twilight interjected. “Those wings are exceptionally delicate.”

“You mean that if they break, then Rarity might get to live out her fantasy as a damsel in distress as a strapping young pony swoops in to save her?” Pinkie asked.

“Wait, how did you know about that fantasy?” Rarity asked. “Have you been reading my diary?”

“Come on, Rars. Anypony who’s spent five minutes with you can tell you’d want something like that,” Pinkie said to Rarity’s satisfaction as the flying marshmallow flew out of earshot. “Also, yes.”

At AJ’s request, the first major stop was Cloudsdale’s most renowned feature, The Weather Factory. Sure, there were other such factories spread across Equestria, but this one’s title had caps to distinguish it from the lesser imitations. The building was more like a layered campus, with each layer pumping out different varieties of weather, which an untrained eye could only discern as different-colored clouds. Luckily, the upcoming competition meant the usual tourist crowds were significantly smaller than usual, so the group was able to get in immediately. Unfortunately, Rarity’s enthrallment with her new wings meant that she flapped in several no-flapping zones, such as snowflake sculpting, sending the tiny crystals flying in random directions.

Then they moved on to the rainbow production facility.

“So…” Pinkie began.

“Before you ask, no, we don’t make rainbows out of foals,” Rainbow flatly asserted. “That’s just an old pony’s tale to mess with the kiddos.”

“It still seems a little fucked up,” Twilight commented. “I mean, pass your flying exams, or get thrown into a grinder? I’m surprised Cloudsdale isn’t constantly raining urine.”

“Oh, it is,” Gilda added with a chuckle. “It gets broken up in the clouds, but it still comes back down as it came out. Like, every two-hundredth raindrop is actually piss. Think about that the next time it storms.”

“Don’t listen to her. She’s just having fun,” Fluttershy assured to her friends’ peace of mind. “It’s more like every four-hundredth drop.”

Gilda squawked in amusement.

“So, the foal thing is like Nightmare Night, but year-round?” Pinkie asked, focused on what really mattered.

“That’s a good way to put it. Everypony knows it’s just a story, and it’s mostly the older foals messing with the younger ones. Well, except when the grownup has a sense of humor, then all bets are off,” RD clarified.

“Her dad,” Gilda elaborated with a fond grin. “The guy thinks he’s funnier than he is, which, in a weird way, just loops back around to making him genuinely funny.”

That’s when Pinkie dipped her chin in the multi-colored liquid and gulped before straightening and licking her face clean. Her face went through each glowing shade of the rainbow as she panted, and even breathed fire a few times. “Spiceyyy!” she whisper-screamed before running off, making even the workers laugh.

“Honestly, I’m a little disappointed,” RD remarked. “If anypony could handle fresh rainbow, I figured it’d be Pinkie.”

“I didn’t know you could eat rainbow,” Spike said.

“Only in the liquid form, which only exists at high altitudes,” Fluttershy explained. “It’s a spice that’s almost exclusive to pegasi, but only in moderation,” she coached.

“Screw moderation. Pinkie’s got the right idea for this stuff,” Gilda declared. “When this is all over, I’m challenging her to rainbow shots.”

RD removed her cap and held it over her chest. “Rest in peace, Gilda’s tongue. You felt great on my pussy.”

“Shut up,” Gilda said with a chuckle as she hip-checked the speedster.

Just then, Rarity had wrangled another group of admirers following underneath and lavishing her with praise. Unfortunately, they were the three stallions RD least wanted to see.

“Hey, if it isn’t Rainbow Crash,” the dark brown stallion said with a derisive laugh.

“Yeah. Um, Rainbow…” The one who sounded like he hadn’t finished puberty struggled to think of a witty follow-up, only to say, “Crash, haha!” Even his friends seemed to pity him.

“Rarity, if you have to talk to losers, could you be a pal and gag them first?” RD requested. “I’m pretty sure my penis fled in fear the moment it heard their pointless yammering.”

“Funny you should mention that.” Rarity waved her head as her horn lit and her mane caught on the wind. The spell caused several clouds to lash out like striking snakes, only to bind the four stallions in her classic style. “Hmm, I’ve never worked with clouds before,” she said as she examined the restraints on the leader’s hoof. She hovered with her butt inches from his face while her tail delicately teased his erection. “Alas, these knots are not up to my standards. I’m afraid I’ll have to keep practicing,” she bemoaned as she fluttered off.

“Uh, where’s she going?” asked the leader as he thrust his hardness into the open air.

“To something worth her time, I suppose,” RD replied with a sneering smirk. “We should follow her example.”

“Well, uh, y-you’ll still never pull off the Sonic Rainboom,” jeered the leader as the others left. “Maybe you should try getting some better wings, like the cock tease.” He then gagged as another cloud ribbon shot out and covered his muzzle.

“That’s Lady Cock Tease to you, plebian!” Rarity huffed.

Then, as they walked off, RD found herself flanked between Gilda and Fluttershy.

“Don’t listen to them. You’re gonna win that competition for sure,” assured yellow quiet.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been practicing for weeks, and I still can’t do the Sonic Rainboom,” RD fretted. “And just look at these boring, plain old—yow!” After the sharp pain in her ass, she whirled on Gilda as the larger creature stared down at her.

“Rainbow Dash doesn’t get to talk like that,” Gilda firmly stated. “You’re better than that, and you know it.”

“B-but…”

“Who cares if you haven’t done the Sonic Rainboom in practice? That was never your strong suit, anyway. You’re more the type who sleeps all day, and then inexplicably outperforms everyone cuz you’re just that awesome.”

“Past observations support this assertion,” Twilight dryly added.

“You’re Rainbow-mother-fucking-Dash. You don’t whine like a bitch. You make others into your bitches, and I ain’t gonna be no bitch’s bitch, got me, bitch?”

Spike counted on his fingers as he tried to sort the avian’s words.

After a moment’s thought, RD held her head high and nodded. “Forget what I said about your tongue. When we get home, I’m gonna destroy that pussy.”

Gilda gulped. “Is there any chance for a—?”

“No. No quickies. It’ll mess with my performance. Besides, I’m not talking about some casual fuck. When I say destroy, I mean destroy.” RD then clicked her teeth for emphasis, making Gilda stumble and Fluttershy nearly trip over her erection.

Unfortunately, the pep talk didn’t last long. Each room they entered brought a new gaggle of ponies to admire Rarity’s wings. You could almost see the fashionista’s ego inflate with each awed stare and declaration of love. Meanwhile, RD’s ego fizzled like a deflated balloon as every nagging doubt swelled in her head. Worse, she got good at hiding it. Every time Gilda looked away, the cyan mare looked closer and closer to a panic attack. Things became exponentially worse when some rando suggested Rarity enter the competition, to which she agreed.

Finally, the hour was neigh, and everyone headed for the colosseum. Rarity and RD split off from the group to sign up and confirm their application, respectively. Rarity was allowed to enter. However, the judges made clear, in no uncertain terms, that she couldn’t win. She wasn’t a pegasus, and her wings were obviously fake. The judges were just using her celebrity status to put a few extra butts in seats, which suited Rarity just fine. She just liked the attention. Alas, RD didn’t hear any of that, and remained sure that her biggest competition was the marshmallow that’d never flown a day in her life.

Rarity stayed in her dressing room, which was hers by virtue of the last pony who said otherwise walking away with a limp and a goofy grin. Meanwhile, RD was left to stew in her anxiety. Apparently, she missed the part where competitors were allowed fluffers to help maintain an ideal state of arousal for their performance. Normally, she’d just grab some rando and force their face against her ass. However, when she tried, she stumbled, and then ran off in embarrassment. While she wished Gilda was here, she was glad her girlfriend couldn’t see her in this state.

RD poked her head out behind the curtain to steal a peak at her cheer squad, but saw something that made her heart sink instead. Her guts clenched when the Wonderbolts flew in, but they were expected as celebrity judges. They flew in a tight formation and built up a static shock that burst into a sparkling display that breathed some life back into RD’s flaccid member. However, it nearly killed the speedster when she saw none other than Molestia and Lunaughty fly in and take their seats. Failing in front of the Wonderbolts would have been bad enough, but the princesses, to boot, was just too much.

Meanwhile, up in the stands…

“Oh, I’m just so nervous,” Fluttershy fretted as her hoof stroked the drake in Trixie’s lap.

“Don’t be. Dashie’s got this in the bag,” Gilda casually dismissed as she peeked over Trixie’s shoulder at her shortest friend. “Can I borrow him when she’s done? No reason. I just needed to, uh… stuff.”

“Trixie feels like a prison boss loaning her bitch to tributaries,” she deadpanned. “Trixie appreciates this power.”

Twilight cleared her throat. “Excuse me? Last I checked, you were both my bitches. If anything, you’re the top bitch’s throne while he gets all the attention.”

Trixie rolled her eyes as her hoof rubbed Spike’s rear. “Spoilsport.”

“Ah really think ya oughtta’ve fucked her ‘efore we parted,” AJ remarked. “Don’t care what she said ‘bout prime arousal whatevers. Nothin’ like a good fuck ta put yer head ‘n the right place.”

“Preaching to the choir,” Gilda said as the group watched one competitor after another take the stage and perform their stunts.

“Uh, no offense, but I was expecting something kinda, ya know… more,” Pinkie said as she gestured at her penis. “These ponies are fine, and all, but I’ve only got a half-chub. The brochure made it sound like these were the sexiest up-and-coming flyers in the country.”

“Never trust a brochure,” Trixie huffed. “They’re like advertisements. The point is to sell the ticket, but the product always falls short. Though, that stallion looked cute. I wonder if he’d be up to meeting afterward.” She turned to Gilda, who shrugged. “Is there a way to make that happen?”

“You could look for him, I guess. But if he didn’t win anything, he probably won’t stick around.”

“That seems counterintuitive,” Trixie grumbled. “They parade all these self-proclaimed sexy ponies before us, and when Trixie finds one she actually likes, he just flies off before she can even sniff his balls.”

“I’m pretty sure the princesses hoard all the best ones for themselves,” Twilight said as she pretended not to notice the kisses Molestia blew her way, making her blush. As usual, the alicorns had attendants catering to their every whim, but the solar princess’ attention was clearly fixated elsewhere. “M-maybe you could, uh, h-hang out a-and—”

“Pass,” Trixie dismissed.

“Huh? Why?”

“Trixie may have made peace with being enslaved to her eccentric mistress, but she’d rather avoid the mare responsible for her predicament.”

Time ticked away as more contestants entered the arena. Reviews were mixed, with most ponies agreeing this year was relatively disappointing. However, two names were on everyone’s lips. It didn’t take long for word to spread that Equestria’s latest heroes and celebrities were in the competition. This worried Fluttershy and Gilda, as they feared how RD might react if she knew so many ponies had come specifically to see her. Oh, and Rarity would be there, too, but the marshmallow practically fed off such attention, so she would probably be fine.

Finally, time was up, and the last two competitors were forced to take the stage together. All this time, RD had drawn things out by stealthily switching her position card with others, but that just gave her more time to fret. Rarity, by contrast, looked more fit than she had for her own fashion show. The white unicorn wore an elaborate outfit that leaned into the butterfly motif without looking too buggy. She even looked more colorful than the mare literally named Rainbow.

“I’m sure you’ll do splendidly, darling,” Rarity assured, not noticing her friend’s trembling, possibly due to the heavy makeup weighing down her eyelids. “Oh, and I hope you don’t mind, but I changed our music. That rock-n-roll didn’t go with my wings, I’m afraid.”

On any other day, RD would have cock-slapped the mare for messing with her routine. Today, however, the cyan speedster barely noticed she’d been slighted. However, once the music got underway and the show finally began, RD slapped herself sensible and started Phase One of her routine. Realizing that she’d forgotten the jockstrap, she grabbed a prop cloud and began spinning it into shape. Unfortunately, rather than being a replica of her firm and robust ass cheeks, the sculpture more closely resembled an old lady’s sad, saggy rear. Most ponies cringed, but a couple sounded really into it. As the old saying goes, there’s a fetish for everything.

RD then began Phase Two and circled the stadium, using her wings to delicately tease the audience. Unfortunately, her eyes were repeatedly drawn to Rarity’s performance. It was surprising that the normally sedentary mare had such vibrant and vigorous moves. It was like twerking, but in a way that also drew attention to her swinging cock and crotch boobs. Careful wing flaps cast multi-colored light on whichever part Rarity wanted to emphasize, causing many seats to grow wet and cocks to climb tall. Even RD was so mesmerized that she accidentally slapped a few ponies in the face. Except for when she came to the three bullies who’d been heckling her from the moment she started. Those slaps were entirely deliberate.

***

“Something the matter, dear sister?” Luna queried as she wiggled her rump. A small colt was almost entirely concealed beneath her cheeks, his nose wedged against her pucker while his tiny pecker lightly penetrated her pussy. He tried to thrust, but couldn’t get the leverage, which only made his licking more desperate as he sought climax. The colt’s determination warmed Luna’s heart, as did the worshipful lavishing from the other foals around her. One filly humped the alicorn’s nipple like a dildo, a colt had wrapped the mare’s tail around his cock to masturbate, and many more contented themselves with licking her most private parts. The condom over the futa mare’s mammoth cock slowly ballooned as each little orgasm caused a spurt of cum, which added to a considerable mass. It would be the perfect treat for her little darlings on the journey home, yet Luna forced her attention on her sister.

“Hmm, I’m not sure.” Molestia’s horn lit as her aura gripped the mare currently fellating her mighty cock. The alicorn had applied an enlarging spell to her member, as well as an elasticity spell to her designated cock warmer, resulting in the smaller mare’s body being distorted as it wrapped around the ridiculously large shaft. Down below, the little ponies mirrored Luna’s harem as they worshipped her erogenous zones, yet she seemed utterly disinterested. “I just had a feeling that, with two Element Bearers, things would be more… interesting. Instead, all we’ve gotten is a pretty light show and a mare fumbling like a virgin on her first time.”

Luna frowned at her sister. “Wait a moment. Didst thou expect more, or expect more?”

A brief twitch in the corner of the white alicorn’s mouth betrayed her intent.

Luna thrust her hoof in her sister’s face. “Ah-ha! Thou art up to something. Confess, sinner!”

Molestia rolled her eyes and pushed the dark hoof down to her teats, which Luna promptly began massaging. “The vision wasn’t all that vivid this time. I just had a sense of a spectacular orgasm from a particular rainbow.”

“Rainbow?” Luna questioned. “Don’t tell us that thou intends to—”

“I’m not gonna fuck the liquid rainbow again!” Molestia vehemently denied, only to slump. “I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. Parliament passed a decree that I had to swear a magical oath after my last attempt nearly caused an ice age.”

Luna snorted a laugh, but steeled her expression. “Thou did it again in mine absence? Ugh, thou art hopeless.” She sighed as her eyes tracked blue fast. “So, about this particular rainbow…”

“When Twilight first applied to my school, Rainbow Dash created a Sonic Rainboom.”

Luna blinked. “But… she wouldst only have been a filly at the time, yes?”

Molestia nodded as her grin grew broad and twisted. “I came so hard that we had to replace a door, and that was just from the reduced wave after its journey from Cloudsdale. Imagine what it would be like at—Hey!” she whined as Luna levitated her cock sleeve off her cock. “I was using that.”

“Yeah, she was using me,” said the cock sleeve as her body snapped back to its natural proportions, though she did adjust her aching jaw.

“Trust thy princess. This shalt save us from searching for thy body after mine sister rockets it across the country,” Luna replied as her magic began clearing the foals around her pelvis and extricating the colt under her butt. It hurt to see her little darlings stare at her with such pitiable expressions. “Fret not, little ones. This is for thy own good. Mine sister hast predicted another Sonic Rainboom, and that orgasm shalt be well worth the break.”

Molestia huffed and, after a moment’s thought, did the same with her harem. “You really believe it’ll happen?”

“Thou said it would,” Luna replied matter-of-factly. “How could it not?”

Molestia allowed herself a smile that was not sadistic, conspiratorial, or even remotely lewd. It was simple and sincere gratitude for her sister’s trust. It also made her stare impatiently at blue fast, mentally screaming at her to not fuck this up.

***

Rainbow and Rarity each climbed high above the arena for phase three of their routines. The former was hyper-focused on every minute wind current and change in air pressure in her immediate vicinity. Her eyes were closed as her wings took in every last detail and her mind accounted for everything that could go wrong, growing her anxiety to the point the weight was almost tangible. The latter, meanwhile, was so engrossed in her performance and fantasies of fame that she didn’t notice the rise in temperature. She barely even registered how each wing flap took slightly more effort than the last with each inch of ascent.

“Look upon me, Equestria! For I. Am. Rarity!” fashion horse proclaimed as sunlight poured through her wings to cast the stadium in a spectacular array of colors. It was almost enough to cause an epileptic episode or two. However, reality caught up to the mare in a different way as her fragile wings burnt to cinders. “Uh… oh.” And then gravity happened. “Aaaah!”

“You dumbass!” Twilight screamed as Rarity fell. “I told you they were delicate!” She leaned over the edge of her seat with her horn lit. “Fuck, she’s too far.”

Luckily, the acclaimed Wonderbolts were there to swiftly swoop into action and save the damsel in distress. But, unfortunately, the drama queen was so busy damseling that her flailing hooves got three consecutive lucky shots that knocked each uniformed speedster senseless. Seriously, a dressmaker had no business being that strong.

However, fashion horse’s screams eventually reached blue fast’s ears. The show was instantly forgotten at seeing her friend in danger. “Stupid cunt. Here I come!” she proclaimed as she dove straight down at top speed. In no time, she overtook the other pegasi who’d flown after the Wonderbolts, including Gilda, but there was still too much distance, and the ground was fast approaching. Rainbow’s mind had gone utterly blank, free of all thoughts, save for her goal. This was no longer a matter of wanting to go fast. She needed to go fast. Acting on instinct, she reached out with both hooves as the air pressure began bending in a way she subconsciously registered as familiar. A distinct bubble began forming ahead of the mare, which began sparking with white light. Finally, the bubble morphed into a multi-hued wedge, and an eye blink later, tore through the sound barrier.

The Sonic Rainboom lived up to its hype as the multi-colored shockwave washed across the stadium first, and then extended for miles around. Raw magic reverberated through every living thing in range, tickling their nerves with miraculous euphoria. Orgasmic gasps were so loud that they could be mistaken for cheers as clouds grew heavy with cum. Some parts of the stadium sagged from the weight, and the princesses’ private booth looked like a bomb had gone off. No one was hurt, but the weak-hearted did orgasm themselves unconscious. Things were only slightly less disruptive in the city, where countless carried objects were suddenly dropped. A virgin colt, nervous about his first time, was temporarily imbued with godly power as he jackhammered his babysitter. An elderly couple who usually had to struggle to maintain their sex lives suddenly regained their youth and broke the bed. Oh, and a rando background pony achieved enlightenment and ascended to a higher plane of existence.

Meanwhile, at the other thing…

Rainbow swooped in and saved all four falling ponies when they were mere inches from the ground, because the coolest heroes always wait until the last minute like that. As her trajectory brought her perpendicular to the ground before arching back up, blue fast finally regained consciousness from the Adrenaline rush. Rarity was in her hooves, bridal style, and three Wonderbolts were clinging to her barrel for dear life. “Whoa!” A rainbow trail followed the blue mare as she formed a gorgeous arch over the stadium, dazzling the post-orgasmic audience. And then she went back and sky-wrote ‘Rainbow Dash Rules,’ because no one had any right to argue. Finally, she returned to the stadium, where security took the Wonderbolts to the infirmary, and the audience blasted RD with cheers.

“Dude, check out the lungs on that one,” Gilda said as she landed on the cloud beside RD and pointed to their friends’ box. Fluttershy was bouncing like Pinkie, and her voice could somehow be heard over everyone else.

“I-I did it?” Rainbow awed.

“You certainly did.” Rarity threw her hooves around RD’s neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss. “My hero! You save my lie,” she squeaked.

“Yeah, I did that too,” RD realized. “Hey, does this mean I own you now?”

Gilda’s eyebrow climbed up her forehead.

Rarity wiped a happy tear from her eye and smiled sweetly at her savior. “Not a chance in Tartarus. You couldn’t afford me, anyway. However, I’ll agree to waive all future expenses when you break into my Boutique. Fair?”

“I think I’d rather fuck you stupid for that stupid stunt you pulled,” Rainbow replied as she nuzzled her friend’s cheek. “Seriously, I may not have seen it happen, but it’s pretty obvious you overworked your fake wings until they broke.”

Rarity cleared her throat and averted her gaze. “You make a fair point,” she conceded with a sigh. “Very well, you’ve twisted my arm. I shall submit to your debaucherous desires for an evening of passionate fornication.”

“Cool. We can do that after we fuck,” RD agreed, smirking at Rarity’s bemused scowl. Then she faced Gilda. “And don’t think you’re getting off easy, either. I’ve got a griffon pussy in need of a good crushing.”

Elated, Gilda threw an arm over Rainbow’s side and nuzzled the smaller creature’s cheek. “I was wondering where Rainbow-mother-fucking-Dash went. Glad to have you back.”

Later, Rarity was put in the balloon basket as a kind of grounding for her bad behavior.

“I want to apologize to all of you for getting so carried away,” Rarity profusely said for what seemed like the millionth time. “I let my… b-beautiful wings”—she whimpered—“get to my head, but that’s no excuse.” She faced RD. “And I’m especially sorry for being thoughtless enough to jump into the competition after you worked so hard to win it.”

“Aw, it’s okay,” RD said with a dismissive wave. “With how I was freaking out, I was probably going to bomb anyway. If anything, you actually helped. Heh. Maybe I should put your life in danger more often?”

“Hmm, no,” Rarity deadpanned. “If you want to put lives at risk for your personal gain, I’m pretty sure that’s your bitch’s responsibility.”

RD tapped her chin in thought. “Tempting, but no. I’d hate to lose such a comfy bed warmer,” she said as the griffon nuzzled her side. “I just wish I could have met the Wonderbolts when they were, ya know, conscious. Hehe. Though, I wonder if sleep fucking is off the table.” Then a hoof tapped her flank, prompting her to turn around to behold her idols in all their glory. “Oh-my-gosh-oh-my-gosh-oh-my-gosh!” she exclaimed in a single breath as her wings went stiff.

“So you’re the pony who saved our lives,” greeted Captain Spitfire. “We really wanted to meet you and say thanks.”

“Oh-my-gosh-oh-my-gosh-oh-my-gosh!”

“Also, for the record, sleep fucking is invite-only,” Spitfire informed as she fished out a card from her uniform and handed it to RD. It was gold with a black barcode and text that read ‘Full Access to the Wonderbolt Barracks.’ “Just lick that square in the corner, and the card will register to you. So, whenever you’re passing through, don’t be shy about coming inside.”

*Thud*

“Uh, is she alright?” Spitfire asked.

Rainbow had fallen to her side, stiff as a board, and with a stupidly happy grin frozen on her face.

Gilda seemed unfazed as she waved a claw over the mare’s unresponsive face. “Yeah, she just had a fangasm. It happens. I’ll give that to her later,” she offered while taking the card.

“Ah, fair enough,” Spitfire allowed.

That’s when the princesses stepped onto the scene, flanked by their guards in gold and dark violet armor, respectively. The ponies bowed respectively, pretending to not notice the giant ball of off-white jizz floating above the royal entourage.

“Hello, Twilight,” Molestia greeted.

“Fair tidings, pupil of mine sister. How hath—” Luna cleared her throat before more carefully enunciating. “How… have… you… been?”

“And a special hello to your friends,” Molestia added.

“Princess Molestia, I’m truly sorry for ruining the competition,” Rarity apologized. “Rainbow Dash truly is the best flyer in Equestria. You know, when she’s conscious,” she said while watching Gilda try nudging the blue mare awake.

“Yeah, no shit,” Molestia replied with a scoff. “After that Sonic Rainbooom, my back legs are still tingly. Also, just look at what you made me do,” she added while pointing up at the sphere.

“You? I beg your pardon, but half of that is mine,” Luna asserted.

“The point is, after a performance like that, it’s basically a given that you won, Bearer of the Element of Dominance.” A golden tiara with wings levitated from behind the white alicorn as she continued. “That’s why I wanted to personally deliver this year’s award for the best young flyer to Rainbow Dash.” The tiara settled on the blue mare’s rainbow mane, prompting everyone nearby to cheer.

Rainbow gave a small squeak as her cock ejaculated enough to propel her almost a meter backward, yet she was still petrified.

Gilda rolled her eyes as she threw the blue mare over her back. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” she said while walking off. “Though, I kinda expected the first time I’d be carrying your unconscious ass home would be from a bar, not a fucking arena. Crazy-assed bitch,” she muttered endearingly.

“So, Twilight. Since I’m here, did you want to share a lesson with me?” Molestia continued.

“Actually, yes. Spike, take a letter.”

“But… I’m right here,” Molestia reminded.

“It’s part of the process,” Spike informed as Trixie handed him a quill and parchment from her saddle bags. “Just go with it.”

Twilight cleared her throat. “Dear Princess Molestia. It occurs to me that I still have much to learn regarding actionable magic in crises, which seem to be happening around me with alarming frequency. In this case, I need to practice extending my levitation range. However, while I’m willing to acknowledge my shortcomings—” She paused to look at Trixie, seemingly daring her to say something snarky. Instead, she was befuddled when the blue unicorn mere smiled and nodded for her to continue. “—I’m left to question why alicorns, the most powerful magical beings in the known world, didn’t solve this problem with a snap of their hooves,” she intoned in accusation.

Molestia pursed her lips while trying to not look guilty. “I was actually thinking something more along the lines of being a good fuck buddy. Uh, Rarity. Maybe you have something to contribute?”

“Oh, this is rather sudden,” Rarity gasped. “I have nothing prepared. Let me think. Um, it’s… important to keep your hooves on the ground, and… uh… to be there for your friends.”

“Ahem, details, Ahem,” Spike coughed.

“Oh, goodness. Um, beware of an unchecked ego, and always be mindful of those closest to you. Sometimes, even if you have the best intentions, you can still get swept up in the moment. However, while the call of fame and glory is tempting, I can honestly say that knowing I helped a dear friend was the most rewarding part of this experience. Also, she promised to fuck me stupid for my bad behavior, which I feel is counterintuitive for promoting good behavior. How was that?” Rarity asked.

“About usual,” Spike replied. He then faced Twilight and asked, “Is there a P.S.”

Twilight nodded as she fixed a glare on the snickering indigo princess and the stone still white princess. “Indeed. P.S. I’ll be researching the proper departments to send letters regarding what I seriously hope is an utter lapse in otherwise functional safety procedures. After all, being Molestia’s favorite fuck toy comes with certain privileges, which I intend to use to make my voice heard to all parties responsible.”

Luna’s childish expression said, ‘Ooo, you’re in troubllle.’

Molestia’s irate scowl retorted, ‘If you utter one syllable, I’ll hunt you down and gut you like a fish!’

And Trixie whispered to Spike, “Are they gonna kill each other?”

“I don’t know,” he said through clenched teeth. “Just shut up and don’t do anything that might provoke them.”

“Hehe, you two look so cute when you’re mad,” giggled Pinkie.

Author's Note

I continue making fourth wall and canon jokes as Rainbow Dash lives up to her namesake in the Colosseum. However, I still wasn’t satisfied with the level of eroticism, or even the quality of dialogue, which is usually my strength. It feels like I might be going through the motions, but I’d like to hear from you guys. Any ideas would be appreciated.

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