Wonderbolt Warm-down

by Evil127

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Drama, Porn, Rainbow Dash, Sex, Spitfire, Profanity
Length: 6173

After a long day of training, Soarin and Rainbow Dash find themselves in the Wonderbolt locker room, alone...

Training is tiresome, especially Wonderbolt complex flight training. After a long day of training, exhausted from training, Soarin and Rainbow Dash find themselves in the Wonderbolt locker room, alone...

Kinks: M/F, M/F/F, Consensual, Straight, Caught, Teasing

Requested by: Superfun
Edited and Proofread by: ClearVision

Published 2018-04-01 20:20:07 UTC
Last updated 2018-06-27 19:59:54 UTC

[CH1] - Late Night Shower Fun

Late Night Shower Fun

Soarin’s pleasure filled moans filled the locker room as I planted a kiss upon the rim of his flared tip. I had complete control of the Wonderbolt as I arched my back, leaning down to plant another kiss upon the base of his cock as my chin nuzzled against his heavy nutsack.

It had been a hard day in training, Spitfire - our Captain – flew us ragged, making sure we were fit and sharp enough for the month’s upcoming event in Canterlot – the most prestigious location upon our summer tour. Needless to say, we were all bucked by the end of the day – tired and lethargic, leaving us wanting nothing more than to grab a quick shower and head to the mess hall for something to eat.

The only thing standing in mine and Soarin’s way upon this night, the entire reason we were mid-fellatio in the middle of the locker room, was the fact that we were both on cleaning duty for the evening. Using my tongue, I traced the full length of the stallion’s cock as the wet muscle smoothly made its way to his flared tip once more, wetting the underside of his cock with warm saliva.

The ‘Ablutions Hut’, the building that contained both the locker room and the shower stalls, was conventionally laid out. Rectangle in shape, it had a permanent dividing wall that separated the private shower stalls from the more public locker room with only a wide square-shaped hole that provided both the entrance and the exit. As for the dayk… dacor… way things looked inside, the traditional colour scheme of the Wonderbolts had been followed – the walls were blue, the floor was blue. The benches, blue, and the lockers were – you guessed it – blue!

Me and Soarin had a verbal, and physical agreement, a friendship with benefits deal. It was something that allowed us to blow off steam if ever one of us was feeling particularly hot and bothered. It helped more than you might think, it meant that we could stay sane and focused during training which we could safely practise in the presence of each other.

Hardly miniature in size, Soarin had the package to match what I desired. By no means the biggest I’d ever taken, my fellow Pegasus was still well equipped with a sizeable length that rarely failed to satisfy me. Veiny and sturdy, the dark-skinned cock stood proud as it beckoned me to continue sucking upon it.

As the ponies tasked with collecting our teammate’s dirty clothes and equipment for the night, it was required that we stay behind and make sure that the early morning cleaners had a chance to ‘clean’ before us lot came in for the day’s training. A fantastic opportunity, if I may say so myself, to just kick back, relax and get absolutely railed.

“Damn, Dash,” the stallion panted, his chest visibly heaving as his lungs filled themselves with oxygen, “You keep that up and I don’t think I’ll last long at all!”

I chuckled mischievously, flicking my tongue against the blood-engorged head causing the light-blue stallion to emit a sharp gasp at the sensation. I’d been with Soarin many times and I knew full well that it didn’t take long for this highly-rated Wonderbolt flier to be driven wild with lust and turn into a panting husk of stallion. A fact I was willing to push and see just where the stallion’s limits truly lay as I leaned my head forward, opening my mouth wide, before taking the sizable bulbous head in my mouth.

I wasn’t a novice; I knew what to expect as his precum oozed from the tip of his dick and lightly coated my tongue. Soarin’s cock spasmed atop my tongue, the sensations of my mouth alone nearly enough to tip him over the edge as he tried to resist the urge to unload in my mouth. Another unruly groan escaped his throat this time, echoing off the large rectangular room where us Wonderbolts changed before and after training.

His groan was loud, it invited prying eyes to us both, and yet it excited the Tatarus out of me. Tempting fate, I closed my mouth around the tip of his throbbing cock and sucked on it as hard as I could, making it so I had a vacuum tight grasp upon his sensitive head. I felt his cock spasm once more as a loud groan roar sounded above my head and I knew for a fact that Soarin was ready to blow.

Leaving it to the last second, just as I thought he was going to erupt into my mouth I stopped sucking on the tip and pulled my head back. With an audible ‘pop’ my mouth was emptied of the erect phallus as my haunches rested themselves upon my hind-legs hooves, coming face to face with Soarin’s cock that protruded towards my muzzle. The stallion erupted into a whine as his dick was released back into the cool air.

“What’s the matter, ‘Quickdraw’?” I teased playfully, caring little for the saliva string that glistened under the sharp light of the locker room, connecting my bottom lip to the saliva coated cock before me. “You’re looking a little hot and bothered, over there!”

A sense of pride welled throughout my chest at the sight of Soarin whining and moaning for more attention, silently begging for me to finish him off. But, I’ll admit that when it comes to sex I don’t give anything away for free, and if Soarin wanted to finish then the stallion had better start recipra … reciprocot … giving me something in return!

“That was only the tip, too!” I pressed, abruptly using my hoof to push against his wanton dick that elicited a sharp groan from the sex-addled stallion. “How was it?”

He was little more than a hot-mess, panting heavily while his tongue lolled lazily out of his open mouth. His cheeks sported a rosy red hue, a brilliant flush that glowed from beneath his light-blue fur as he rested his back against the bench’s supportive frame.

However, he heaved between deep breaths as his head stooped slightly, struggling to keep his composure. “Y-yeah… so g-ood…”

‘Wow, I really did a number on him,’ I thought to myself with a chuckle.

“You wanna cum, big boy?” I teased with a higher-pitched voice than usual, a voice sweeter than Pinkie’s renowned candy floss. It was a voice I used very rarely, something that could melt the coldest of icicles and played upon a particular kink of Soarin’s. “D’you want to cum in my little mouth?”

With his patience waning, Soarin reached out with his forelegs attempting to grasp my lowered head; he wanted to cum and he wanted it as soon as possible. Making my back rear backwards, exerting more pressure upon my haunches, I dodged Soarin’s attack with ease before raising my own hooves to block any further advances.

Not moments later a second barrage of swiping hooves leapt for my chin, the strong hooves came within inches of my muzzle before getting tangled in the pre-emptive defences I had laid out. Wrapping my hooves around Soarin’s, we engaged in a momentary wrestling match as I fought to keep control of the situation, and for a fleeting moment I appeared to be losing.

“I can do one better, you know?” I stated, shifting my hooves before rising to my hind legs using the stallions well-toned legs for leverage, flashing Soarin a sultry look as I slowly turned around. With my back facing the stallion, his dick dangerously close to touching my flank, I flagged my tail as high as I could. As I allowed Soarin an unrestricted view of my sacred jewel, I felt the tips of my rainbow coloured tail brush and tickle the shaft of his solid member that welcomed the contact of my soft hair.

“Ooooh,” Soarin vocalised with a struggled breath. “Y-you spoil me-e…”

I couldn’t blame him that he was out of breath, he was being given a view to behold! From the tips of a rainbow coloured mane that draped over the top of my back that lead to the great expanse of light-blue that cascaded past two unfurled, well-kept wings that nestled snugly into my fur. Moving further down the blue expanse, he was treated to a wonderfully thick tail flying high above two plump flanks silhouetting an incredibly tight ponut above a winking marehood.

“I know, right? I’m unquestionably gifted in that department,” I responded playfully, sensually swaying my flank side to side letting my movements captivate the stallion underneath me.

With a twist of the neck and twist of my spine I was able to catch Soarin’s muzzle in my field of vision. He wasn’t doing anything particularly noteworthy, in fact it was quite boring watching his half-lidded eyes imitate the movements of my flank. ‘He better not think he’s catching a free ride. This is a two-pony affair!’

With slow deliberate movements, I glided myself down the Stallion’s front, back down onto all-fours. I could feel his tip slide against the small of my back, the immense heat of the flared phallus causing me to shudder as I continued my way down.

“So which hole would you like?” I asked, as my well-toned flank moulded against the backs of my hind legs, helping to plump up and accentuate the curves of my lower hind legs. ‘How irresistible…’

Soarin, and subsequently his cock, seemed to ponder my question – I wasn’t sure which head was pulling the strings anymore for my fellow Wonderbolt. I knew from previous experiences with him that he much preferred “the smoothness” of my pussy than “the unyielding grip” of my “tight ass” – yes, he used those words.

‘Pervert…’ I silently quipped with a smirk, Soarin really was a hopeless romantic and I could only chuckle at the dumb looking faces he was making.

It took him a few moments to process the choices available to him, his thoughtful state making him look slightly goofy as rosy cheeks competed with furrowed brows for space upon his maw. Finally, his face lit up with silent triumph, apparently having chosen his hole of choice. With a tense of his jaw, Soarin went to spea-

‘Reeeeeeeek’

My heart was in my mouth, beating out of my chest as the familiar squeal of the locker room door filled the room. If it weren’t for the wall that prevented outsider’s from peering in at those in the changing room, we would surely have rumbled then and there. I was frozen to the spot, my eyes the size of saucers as I awaited the certain doom that was just around that corner.

‘Nopony’s meant to be here this late!’ I practically screamed in my mind, while not necessarily true – there would still have been guards patrolling the building to prevent anypony entering and vandalising the property – the few who would still be around would never venture into the shower block.

The tightening grip of Soarin’s hoof around mine calmed me somewhat, signalling that he too was wary of who the pony might be. It was a situation where we didn’t know who the pony was, and if we were unlucky we could both have been suspended on the spot. And it’s not like we could have played it off either; I dare anypony to tell me how to explain why I have Soarin’s erect cock throbbing inches away from my muzzle.

‘Eeeeeeeeeek’

The sound of the door closing was grating upon my pricked-up ears, the sound sucked the sound out of the room once more, but it grounded me and reminded me of what was important. All that mattered was that we didn’t panic, that we didn’t waste any time – time we simply didn’t have – gawping at each other instead of doing something proactive.

Taking control of the situation, yours truly, the fastest flyer in Equestria – on both land and in the air, it appeared – sprang to my hooves, mindful to not knock or drag my fur across the stallion’s throbbing dick, lurched backwards. With great difficulty, I managed to nimbly twist my body around and pulled the lust-engorged Soarin from his seated position. My destination was the passageway that divided the concealed shower stalls from the openness of the locker room and within two leaps we bridged the gap.

I felt my hooves skid as the grip of the wooden flooring gave way to slippery tiles, a surface that was suitable for the rapid movement of hooves. My eyes struggled to adjust to the dimmed lighting of the windowless corridor as we said farewell to the bright lights that hung high in the locker room, the sounds of hooves striking the flooring with dull thuds still stinging my ears.

The lighting changed slightly as we quietly made our way to the furthest shower stall away from the opening; the bright lights of the locker room being replaced with less harsh, dimmed bulbs that buzzed quietly. When we had reached the end of the narrow corridor, I whipped my body around and unceremoniously gripped the Stallions forehooves using all my strength to toss the stallion into the darkened stall.

The force of my movements caused my forehooves to slip once more and I only just managed to catch myself before my head made its acquaintance with the damp white tiles. Tingles shot through my nerves as I took a moment to steady myself, I wasn’t sure how much more I could take by that point. With the sound of thudding becoming clearer and clearer I made to jumped in after Soarin, only to startle as I felt something brush against the bottom of my hind legs – I’d proved my own point as my tail caressed and licked at my ankles.

Taking a deep breath, I ducked into the cover of the stall and moved with haste to draw the damp shower curtain to block out any dangers of prying eyes. It blocked out most of the light too, sealing us within our temporary prison. Talk about breathing, holding it in for what felt like forever.

In our darkened confinement, the thunderous thuds of hooves against wood had been dulled to quiet taps that occasionally failed to penetrate through the thick wall. My hope was that it was a security guard making his rounds or another fellow wonderbolt in need of a quick shower, at this point I didn’t care – as long as they left without detecting us they could stay here all damned night!

Nevertheless, I felt the fur on my back stand on end as the sound of the light thuds rose once again, marking that our intruder was moving towards us. The thuds suddenly changed, the hoofbeats sounding charged of electricity as the familiar sound of hooves knocking against tiles echoed around the room. I began to feel unsettled for a brief moment when the lightning strikes of the echoes became loud enough that I knew that they were dangerously close to us.

Now that our guest had there focus turned elsewhere I breathed a sigh of relief, taking steps I moved myself further into the shadows of the stall. Two steps and I was finally able to rest my flank against the corner of the stall, releasing a muffled sigh of exasperation trying to calm my nerves.

Looking over to the other side of the stall I watched my companion struggle to keep his faculties intact. Can you believe it; after all of that, he was still as hard as a rock? I think he may have even been turned on by our new situation.

Various sounds echoed easily across the stalls, sounds of rustling curtains and the squeal of a tap filled my ears showing the pony's intentions. The squeal of metal was immediately followed by the gushing of water that hissed noisily across the open tops of the stalls pittering of awry droplets that hit the hard surface of the tiled floor.

Sweet smells of lavender filled my nostrils and a soothing warmth slowly wafted over the open tops of the shower stalls and calmed my fried nerves. Pressing my ear against the dividing wall of the shower stall I listened carefully for any sign of noise movement outside of the pattering of water against the firm tiles, listening for anything that might tell us who the pony was or if said pony was being accompanied or not.

'What have i got myself into?' I thought to myself, cursing myself profusely over putting my career of being a wonderbolt in such jeopardy and right then and there I vowed that I would never be such a fool aga-

A gasp left my throat as Soarin’s body press firmly into my own, his hot breath filling my ears as I felt his lower body shifting slightly. Without warning, something warm and wet scraped between my spread hind legs, firmly pressing what felt like the tip of it into my lower abdomen. I very rarely give Soarin the props he deserved, but damn was he good at this sort of thing!
The way he had crept up on me with such silence was unbelievable, within seconds he had planned out what he wanted to do and pulled it off so expertly.

The stall was cramped with the two of us pressed against each other in the shower stall, the white dividing walls towering above our bodies. Sandwiched between a hard wall and horny stallion is usually pretty hot, something to take advantage of.

Not so much when you’re trying your hardest to avoid detection, however. I very rarely give Soarin the props he deserved, but damn was he good at this sort of thing! The way he could take control of sex was unbelievable.

I suppose this was karma catching up with me, I’d riled the stallion up into a horny frenzy and apparently, he was in need of some release. Nevertheless, a small feeling of vulnerability crept up on me as Soarin kept edging his body upon my own. I suppose the mixture of nearly being caught and a stallion taking advantage of the compromising situation we were in was getting to me a little.

A flush was quick to find its way onto my face as Soarin struggled to mount my backside. I mentioned that the pegasus had the ability to take control of certain situation, but what I really need from him now was a bit of self-control. We were still in a difficult situation here and I needed Soarin to use every brain cell that he could muster to help us navigate our way out of it.

“Right, this is the plan,” I started, my tone hushed, trying to distract the Stallion from continuing. ”they’re in one of the shower stalls. We just need t-”

An involuntary gasp made my throat burn in pain as the sudden intake of oxygen ripped through my throat. It was high-pitched, loud and I was half expecting to see the shower curtain be torn from its settled position. Soarin had decided to kick things up a notch, becoming more than a figurative pain in my ass.

With my defences down, pressed up into the corner of the stall, he had found the bodily cohesion to push the tip of his flared cock into my vagina. While lubricated, it did little to dull the shock that ripped through my body as he continued to get a feel for where he found his dick to be most comfortable.

“Soarin, we can’t!” I whispered menacingly through gritted teeth. As much as I may have wanted to continue we couldn’t take the chance of being discovered. “Get off m-“

My voice was swept away again, Soarin was making things very tricky, choosing to pull out his cock a few inches – momentarily setting my mind at ease – before slamming upwards into my stretched cunt. Another sharp gasp burned through my throat like acid, causing me to cough and concede the last foothold I had on the situation.

With all of his weight positioned upon my backside, my forehooves finally gave way causing us to tumble slightly as I knelt with my flank raised high in the air. I wasn’t enjoying life having my muzzle pressed up against the damp tiles that slowly numbed my bottom jaw with how cold they were.

‘Soari- Aaagh – you’re gonna pay for th-‘. Every pump of the stallion’s cock halted my protests in their tracks, that is if you could call verbal threats whilst allowing somepony to use your body to get them off, ‘protests’.

With my jewels on full display to him, it took no more than seconds for Soarin to find a position that granted him the best access to my pussy. With calm precision, the pegasus dominated my backside, rhythmically sliding his thick knob in and out of me. It probably shouldn’t have done, but I’m a self-confessed pervert and it turned me on something fierce. The fear of being caught heightened my senses, making everything bump, push and pull of his crotch into mine more and more pleasurable.

Still, I tried to put up a fight, trying to regain a foothold, but I either ended up making too much noise from panting or Soarin just pushed me back down whenever I tried to raise my body to my forehooves. This happened once or twice before I gave up, at least try and preserve the fact that we remained undetected as the dull patter of water echoed across the damp walls.

And so I let Soarin continue, try and keep him 'busy' until the showering pony finally left. My pussy was aching by this point, the unrelenting thrusts of Soarin’s cock sending shockwaves of pleasure through my loins. At first, I tried to stifle my moans and make sure the pony couldn’t hear us, but Soarin had me where he wanted me - literally - and he pounded into me with such ferocity I couldn’t stifle everything that left my throat.

My mewls of pleasure invited doom to us both, but I was starting to love every second Soarin was inside me scraping his cock against my soft walls. It’s fair to say I was losing myself in the mounting pleasure, caring less and less as a warmth started to spread across my chest. At one point, during my vaginal domination, I thought I heard a rustle behind me - must have been the wind...

“Good work, Soarin,” A feminine voice rasped from behind us, it was distinct, and I realised immediately that I’d heard this pony before. “giving the rookie a good warm down before heading off, I see?”

Spitfire!?

To be continued…

[CH2] - The Reprimand

The Reprimand

“Good work, Soarin,” A feminine voice rasped from behind us, it was distinct, and I realised immediately that I’d heard this pony before. “Giving the rookie a good warm down before heading off, I see?”

Spitfire!?

My body froze, I was mortified that we had been discovered as shockwaves ran through my body tearing my nerves to shreds. I knew she could see everything, from my flagged tail, exposed flanks to my vagina on full display with Soarin’s cock buried deep within it! In those moments of horror I felt like I could have cried, my mind kicking into overdrive as it tried to come up with some fandangled excuse as to why me and my Wonderbolt senior were conjoined at the hip.

‘This is it,’ My mind cried. ‘My career is over!’

I’d go down in history for the fastest expulsion from the Wonderbolts’ first squad, how could I have been so arrogant to think we wouldn’t get caught? Underneath the turmoil of my mind, I was partly glad that my face was out of view of Spitfire’s view.

“I want an explanation – STAT!” The same raspy voice echoed around the damp shower stall walls.

I felt Soarin’s body tense up beneath me, I could feel him making small movements to uncouple our hips, I suppose I should give some credit to the shock that had turned Soarin’s pride into something not even a mother could be proud of. I tensed at the question to, a hot flush that attempted to soothe my nerves that now ached with anxiety.

I cringed at the feeling in my loins, shuddering violently as I felt Soarin’s limp dick finally escape my exposed vagina, followed by Soarin easing the weight that he had placed upon my back. Just knowing that this entire situation could have been avoided made me want to tear the stallion’s throat out, I state now that if he had listened to me we wouldn’t have been caught.

“W-we were inspecting the flying equipment, but we j-just wanted-“ ~~The waste of space~~ Soarin stammered, desperately trying to find some way to appeal to Spitfire and convince her that her eyes were playing tricks on her mind. He knew as well as I that sex between flyers was a strict no-no, and he was now feeling the looming threat of expulsion descend on him.

Of course, I was in the same boat, but for me it was clear that we weren’t going to be able to explain our way out of this situation. We had been caught, and by Wonderbolt rules, Spitfire had to inform the higher ups of the organisation of our blatant failure to follow said rules. I didn’t even try to turn and face Spitfire, I just couldn’t. I felt like scuttling away into the darkest, dampest corner to never return.

“Are you practising for the Innuendo Squad, Soarin?” Spitfire injected with an authoritative tone and in mere moments an air of silence descended within the shower stall. “Do you not realise how many Wonderbolt regulations you two are currently breaching?”

I could hear her voice rise in pitch and volume as the brunt of the situation dawned upon her, she would inevitably have to be the one to report that two of her best flyers would be suspended due to sexual relations.

“I-er…” Soarin tried again to present his case to the merciless jury that was Spitfire. “This isn’t what it looks li-“

“Shut it!” Spitfire lashed at the stallion, clearly having none of Soarin’s bullshit, the same attitude I should have had with the stallion. “One more word out of you, before I ask for it, and I’ll march you both up to the Disciplinary Office before you can even say the word ‘Suspended pending Inquiry!”

‘Suspended pending In-‘

“Rainbow Dash!” My body tensed up as my soon-to-be-former-captain’s verbal assault finally latched onto me, ready to rip me to shreds. “You will turn and face me this instant!”

My wish to crawl into a dark corner tripled as I felt the Pegasus’s wrathful gaze hit the back of my neck. How was I meant to face her in this situation?

I’m pretty sure that’s it’s obvious that the entire ordeal scared me, but it was my body’s reaction to the fear that showed the true extent. My body was more than willing to show my fear to the world and I can only imagine the spectacle that Spitfire was being shown. In my near-prone form, there was nothing I could do to stop my tail from flagging like a ship’s mast and with my body literally folding up into the foetal position I didn’t feel able to cover myself.

“I’m waiting, Dash.” The voice of Spitfire sounded off again, spitting my name out like an insult showing that she was rapidly losing patience with me.

I knew that I was on my last warning with Spitfire and continued refusal to cooperate would only ensure that I received the maximum form of punishment that the Wonderbolts could issue – termination of my current contract. I just wanted this situation to end!

However, I knew in my heart that I had to turn around and face her, to act with at least some form of dignity. But, just because my mind was willing, it didn’t mean that my body was going to follow instructions immediately as my muscles and joints continued to be frozen in place for another couple of moments. With that said, slowly, but surely, my body listened to me and relaxed enough for my limbs to pry away from each other.

My breathing was still very shaky as I uncoupled my limbs, occasionally letting a heavy breath escape from my throat signalling to all about how nervous I was. It didn’t help that it was near impossible to gain control of my tail and stop it from flagging, I can’t deny that my loins still required a release which now was not going to come. Moving my front hooves in front of me, I pushed against the cold tiles below and raised myself upon weary legs, moving slowly to make sure I didn’t fall on my aching backside.

Shaky hooves are very difficult to maneuver, so I was careful not to take any overly-large steps as I turned my body around to face the sound of my captain, slowly bringing her into view. And there she was, the yellow pegasus that was the cause of my fear and anxiety and the sole reason it was flaring past the point of normal rational thought. Whilst I was letting the initial sight of my Captain sink in, I quickly picked up that there was something different about Spitfire. She was wet, very
wet. And soapy?

‘Well, duh…’ A voice from the back of my mind shouted at me.

I was slow to pick up on it back then, but now I can see that it made sense. She was the equine we heard taking a shower, my guess is that she had heard enough of us to warrant leaving her shower stall before having actually washed the soap off. Let me tell you that I don’t get to see this very often.

This situation was intense, but in any other encounter with Spitfire I think I might have laughed right in her face there and then. I mean, it was amusing to me how goofy the mare looked as she stood in the dim light trying to maintain her powerful persona and stormy-looking face that had fine orange hair clinging tightly against her stern face.
I couldn’t read Spitfire, not many Wonderbolts could, she never spent enough time around any of us outside of practice and shows to pick up on her mannerisms or sense of humour. And yet, she could read a pony like a book – it’s very likely that it’s one of the qualities that landed her the Wonderbolt captaincy in the first place.

“I-er…” I stumbled incoherently, furiously racking my frazzled brain for something, anything, to say.

While I was mumbling away to myself, I was subconsciously resigned to my fate and knew what faced me and Soarin for being caught. To be honest, there was even a part of me that was surprised that Spitfire hadn’t already dragged us down to the Disciplinary Office – although you wouldn’t find me complaining about it.

Bumbling away, it begrudgingly dawned upon me what needed to be done, it was a fact that both me and Soarin were culpable for engaging in a sexual relationship, but it’s also true that I was the one who instigated the whole encounter.

‘I know what needs to be said!’ I valiantly exclaimed – in my head – my eyes possessing more of a glint of determination than of sadness and defeat. My plan was simple, but yet affective – I would take the blame for the situation and just maybe I would get Soarin off the hook.

‘It’s foolproof!’ I thought to myself, reinforcing my crumbling backbone and allowing a bit of confidence to flow from my body language which helped me to speak up. “Please, Sp-pitife… I instigated this, not him…”

I paused for a second, formulating what my next few words would be, a quick glance at Spitfire told me that she was not going to calm down any time soon as she pursed her lips together in some form of half-snarl.

“Dash, don-” Soarin took my pause as an opportunity for him to take control of the conversation in order to write his own series of events. Thankfully however, he needn’t have opened his jaw as his interruption prompted a swift glare from the angry Spitfire and her soapy mane that was starting to let the suds drip down onto her yellow coat.

With Soarin now quiet and looking somewhat sheepish, I managed to continue. “Spitfire, I’m the one to blame for this, Soarin shouldn’t be punished.”

As I finished I let go a baited breath that I had not realised I had been holding in, inhaling shakily trying my best to replenish the oxygen in my lungs before I passed out. I could only watch Spitfire during the next few seconds, waiting with a resigned belief that I would not be a Wonderbolt by this time the next day.

Within those moments that I waited, I watched Spitfire shift her hooves uncharacteristically, obviously torn about the situation. The yellow-furred mare was clearly uncomfortable with the idea of losing her top-flyer and Soarin, I don’t think I would be able to do it – especially with important shows to perform in over the coming weeks.

“For what you’ve done…” Spitfire finally spoke with a stern voice, breaking the silence that had clung to the blue stall walls, trailing off as she thought out her words. “You both deserve to be kicked out of the Wonderbolts.”

With the fear of suspension hanging over my head, my head swirled with so many different emotions – too many to properly reign in. Spitfire’s words were in danger of breaking my heart and caused me stutter and mumble as I tried to press the mare further for a clear answer.

“Does…” I paused, a pitcrevice forming in my stomach, filling my being with dread from the next decision Spitfire would have to make. “this mean w-we’re going to be reported?”

“Speak up, Dash!” Spitfire was obviously losing her patience and I’ll hold my hooves I the air and admit that my response to the situation was shocking. Shocking enough for the Captain to lose her rag with me. “Do you think this some form of joke?”

‘No!’ I felt like shouting out of protest at the crude remark – this really was humiliating – and as much as I wanted to be anywhere else in the known universe, I had to stay and listen to it all. “Will we be suspended?”

Our Wonderbolt captain stood there for a second, clearly pondering what she was going to do with us. She exchanged quick glances with both me and Soarin, her eyelids narrowing into a hard glare as her head snapped from me to the stallion. She did this for nearly half a minute before she lightly shook her from left to right, spraying droplets of water against the blue tiles to the shower stall walls, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“No.” Spitfire finally broke the silence of the shower stall like a knife through hot butter, completely shattering my expectations.

My head spun with confusion, we had been caught - fair and square - having sex with one another and she wasn’t going to report us for breaking a rule that’s punishable with suspension from the organisation? Sounds like poor leadership if you ask me.

‘Oh, shut up’, A voice at the back of my mind lambasted at me harshly. I suppose it was right, I was at the yellow pegasus’s mercy and she was going to let me off? I needed to keep my mouth shut or I was going to be in real trouble.

Although, I couldn’t help but feel a hopeful smile warm my maw due to the relief, but before I could speak or thank Spitfire for her generosity the mare opened her mouth to speak again.

“You think I’m losing two of my best flyers weeks before our flagship event?” Spitfire asked, incredulity hanging thick in her words. “I’ll be damned if I have to turn up to Canterlot flanked by rookies while your suspensions hang over us like a bad smell.”

In hindsight, I suppose ponies could label Spitfire as being “selfish” for letting rulebreakers off just to cover her own flank. However, I can sort of respect her decision, if she did turn up to Canterlot with rookies and have a bad performance she would take the blame. She could even lose her captaincy for not having her underlings properly drilled for a flagship show in the capital.

To be continued…