Rarity's Generous Plan

"WHAT?" Spitfire shouted back over the roar of the wind.
"I SAID," Dash called back, squinting hard against the gale, "THIS IS AWESOME!"
"YEAH!" The Wonderbolt called back with a smile, her eyes hidden behind thick flight goggles. "LET'S TAKE IT THROUGH FROM THE TOP ONE MORE TIME!"
With a flash through the sky, the cadre of fliers veered a sharp right. As a simple practice run of their stunt routine, they kept their performance in check, and special effects were at a minimum. No crackling swarms of storm clouds followed them, and Rainbow Dash was so far from rainboom speeds she left no natural trail. But as they swept through the skies, scattering sparse clouds and cutting across the azure plain, their grace and concerted poise was as undeniable as ever. Their new guest kept up almost without a fault, and in what was only her third time through the routine, she held pace and matched every loop and curve, darting close to the ground when necessary, soaring high towards the sun when it was called for.
The wind filled her ears, a dull roar that faded the world far below. Adrenalin coursed through her system. So long she'd looked forward to this moment that in the presence of it she found her mind had trouble keeping up. As she wove through the flight patterns, hemmed in on either side by a flight pattern of Wonderbolts in full outfit, she kept clawing at it in her head. All she could think was how amazing it was, how real. Every second was overlaid with frantic thoughts.
"This is really happening," she told herself, over and over, endlessly. "This is it. I'm flying with the Wonderbolts." She repeated it until it lost its effect. But it was all she could do to hold onto the present, as though focusing all her senses on it would make the experience last longer, give it some permanence. Tears streamed from the edges of her eyes as the young blue pegasus soared high and graceful. It was the perfect moment, tainted only in knowing that it would have to end.

"That was awesome!" Dash shouted for the third time, excitedly following Spitfire as the veteran Wonderbolt paced ahead over the marble tile of their Cloudsdale headquarters. It was hardly an insightful thing to say, but Dash was swimming in endorphins and absolutely flushed with heady experience after flying with them, and it was a sentiment they could all share. Most of the others had gone their own ways, or lingered near the skyward track, and in the quiet of the off-season no spectators, reporters, or other interested parties crowded the spacious halls of the cloud-carved structure that served to house and train the team of amazing stunt-fliers.
The demanding precision and coordination of every careful movement had taken more out of Dash than a simple race for speed, or even a more complex routine like she'd occasionally attempted. It was care, teamwork, and accuracy that put an extra demand on top of everything. They hadn't been in the air more than an hour, and yet her wings were sore, her legs were tired from her outstretched posture, and her head was achy with near-whiplash at the daring loops and hairpin turns. And yet for all her post-flight weariness, her enthusiasm wouldn't let her energy wear. Giddy excitement kept Dash bouncing on her hooves, trotting eagerly beside her uniformed idol, gushing with starstruck adoration.
"You were great out there," Spitfire smiled warmly, her mellow and assuring demeanor doing nothing to calm Dash's hyperactive mood. If anything, her compliments only encouraged her.
Dash clenched her eyes shut and grinned with uncontrollable energy, nearly shaking. She fought back a girlish squeal and pumped her front hooves in the air. "Thanks!" she bubbled, "You were great too! I mean, you're ALWAYS great! You all are! Wow, I'm just... I can't believe it! I can't believe I'm actually here with you! This is... Wow! I mean, just wow!" She ran excited circles around Spitfire as they both continued down the halls.

She had Rarity to thank for all of this. Her mind kept coming back to it, and as long as she thought about it, she couldn't stop smiling.
With all the horrible stuff going on, all the stuff that Rarity and Applejack and Pinkie Pie had been through, leave it to her to pull together something to cheer everyone up. Of course it would be her. Her generosity was almost unimaginable. Dash was always thankful to have her as a friend, but today, more than ever.
Applejack was there. Real mad, talking up a storm about what they should do. Dash was on her side this time. Someone had to do something. Pinkie Pie didn't seem like she was taking it seriously. Fluttershy was there, but she was no help. Quiet, as usual. Twilight was pretty quiet too. Everypony was waiting on her research, but she barely said anything. Just stayed in the corner. Said they should go to Princess Celestia, but AJ demanded one more day, like they'd agreed. Even Applejack's brother was there, that big red stallion. Big Mac? Smelled like dirt and hay. What was he doing there? It was guys like him that got them into this mess.
Then Rarity came in.
She had those tickets. A neat, floating stack of special all-day passes to the spa. AJ was almost insulted at first, that she could think of going to the spa at a time like this. But then Rarity had gotten all soft and quiet, she just lowered her head and said this was all she knew how to do. Fluttershy whispered to Applejack, and Dash overheard, that it was just her way of dealing with it, and that seemed to change things. Fluttershy and Twilight jumped at the opportunity. AJ's expression changed. She smiled, all sympathetic, and graciously accepted. And of course Pinkie was in love with the idea.
Only Dash held out. She didn't want to go to some stupid spa. She needed to do something about this, find out who was behind this and kick their ass. And she was even more adamant when she found out that Rarity had only five tickets. And that it was Dash, specifically, who wouldn't get one. That really soured things.

The others shook their heads. There was no way they could enjoy themselves at the spa if someone had to be left out. No pampering treatment was worth knowing one of their friends was miserable at home, dwelling on everything, stewing in their loneliness. But then Rarity piped up again, and said Dash wouldn't be at home. She'd be out.
With the Wonderbolts.

Dash smiled. It wasn't long ago, but in the flurry of emotions that followed, she could barely remember the specifics how she reacted. Incredulous first, then ecstatic. Nobody could believe it - least of all Dash - but Rarity had somehow gotten a VIP pass. A day with the Wonderbolts. The kind of prize Dash would have sent a thousand sweepstakes submissions for a chance at, and there it was, a laminated, glittering blue ticket floating in the air. All hers. No strings attached.
Only Rarity could be that generous.
Dash forgot all about her blustering, aimless rage she'd been building, and she spun Rarity up, hugging her tight and nearly crashing out a window she had leapt so high. It was unreal.
So the girls went off to their spa and she had blasted off to Cloudsdale, just sitting on the white steps to the Wonderbolts training academy until they finally opened up, and everything since then had been so good it might as well have been a dream. Everything was like she imagined it, only better, because this time it was actually happening.

"Hey kid," came a voice, snapping the blue pegasus filly back to reality. Dash shook her head, glanced to Spitfire, who stood expectantly at a crossroads in the beautiful white halls of the academy. "I said c'mon. Let's go hit the showers."
Rainbow Dash stared for a moment, swallowed hard. The actual shower room of the Wonderbolts. It would be like she was really part of the team. Behind the scenes, in the thick of everything. Only one thing could possibly make it better.
Spitfire.
The allure of the backstage areas, the day-long pass, even the privileged treatment, none of that seemed to matter when confronted with the opportunity to share a shower with Spitfire. In the intimate, private closeness of the Wonderbolts' very own shower room. Just the two of them. Together. Her wings quivered, and she held them close to her sides. "Yes!" Dash blurted, then recovered clumsily: "I mean, yeah. Sure. Let's hit the showers." She smiled. Tried not to show how eager she was for the opportunity.
It didn't matter, though. Spitfire smirked, knowingly. She must have picked up on it. Gave her an odd, encouraging look. A raised brow. Practically bedroom eyes. Dash could barely take it. It had to be a dream. Maybe a very different kind of dream than she had first thought.
The kind she wouldn't tell her friends about.

The yellow pegasus led her on down the hall, and Dash followed anxiously, hot on her heels. Her eyes fell on her backside, watching Spitfire's toned legs and firm ass as the Wonderbolts' captain paced calmly across the marble tile, her hot orange tail swishing side to side over the cool blues of her uniform. Dash almost melted. It was too good to be true. Her eyes caressed the flier's every curve, and her face turned red as her thoughts rapidly turned to unmentionable subjects.
Together they reached the door to the shower room, far in the back of the Academy, near the tracks and training rooms. Far from all the other ponies. Goggles back on her head, Spitfire nudged the door open. "After you," she smiled. Dash was all too eager to oblige, and with a sheepish "Thanks" slipped in past her.
She paused just after the doorway, taking in the room. Clean, shiny white tile and fine, polished wooden benches at intervals kept it as classy and impeccable as the rest of the lavish, regal academy. The fixtures and showerheads were gilded, alternating gold and silver, all streaming hot water and filling the
room with steam. It seemed a waste to keep all that water going, even when not in use, but there was no shortage of it in Cloudsdale, and it made the place seem almost mystical. It was a palace of a shower. Rainbow Dash's eyes wandered all about the open room, through the thick steam, taking it in, in awe. And best of all, it wasn't just any palatial shower room. It was the Wonderbolts palatial shower room.
No, the best part was Spitfire. She came in right behind her. They really were going to shower together. It was really happening. Dash's mind started running in loops again, trying desperately to register the present as firmly as possible so it could be remembered perfectly. This was perfection, euphoria. A taste of heaven. She began to turn, to face Spitfire, when an unexpected development slowly wiped the smile from her face.

Soarin was there.
The blue stallion stood on his hind legs, one fore hoof against the shower wall, washing himself beneath the steaming streams of hot water. He didn't have a stitch on, fully exposed before the two mares. He gave a brief glance to them, before returning to his shower, and nodded with a smile. "Hey girls!"
"Uhhh..." Dash blushed brightly, eyes wide. She glanced away, more out of surprise than politeness.
"What's wrong?" Spitfire whispered, concerned.
"I didn't-... I mean, I guess I didn't realize the showers were co-ed." Dash muttered, trying not to seem as embarrassed as she was.
"Yeah, of course. We do everything together as a team." Spitfire shrugged.
"But he's... naked!"
Spitfire glanced to Soarin, then back to the other blue pegasus. She paused, cocked her head to one side, squinting at Dash as though she'd just been asked a trick question. After a long, uncomfortable moment of Dash averting her gaze, the yellow pony finally spoke up, uncertain. "So are you."
"Oh. Ha, yeah." Dash murmured, sheepishly. She'd never encountered Soarin out of his uniform quite like that, and it had been a little surprising to see the stark contrast of his natural blues.
She looked back at him. He was athletic, muscular and trim. Handsome, she guessed. But even he wasn't quite to her tastes. She knew plenty of fillies who clamored for Soarin's attention, but as for Dash, she only had eyes for one. Still, Dash mused, not quite realizing she was staring openly, he seemed to be in the best shape of the bunch. It seemed weird now that the addition of clothing made his nude state seem so striking and even suggestive, when it should have seemed normal. She was trying to figure out how to put that sentiment in words, and explain her odd behavior, but when she turned around the words were caught in her throat again, and her jaw dropped. Spitfire was stripping her uniform off, and the skintight fabric peeled off that bare, brilliant yellow form. Dash knew she shouldn't stare, but she was past the point of caring, let along being able to control herself. For her part, the mare was hardly discouraging to that gaze. She stretched, disrobing as casually as she could without losing that seductive flare. Every perfect curve along her body grew all the more sensual when left bare. The taut fabric peeled down her legs, rolled down her flank, and finally kicked off onto the floor. And even then, the blue pegasus filly couldn't pull herself together. All she could do was keep staring. Spitfire grinned suggestively, and pretended not to notice Dash's lusty gaze following her as she trotted past her, beneath the running showers.
Dash startled when she heard a nearby scoff, and turned to see Soarin, still showering, shooting her a teasing smirk. "C'mon, girl. Act like you've had some."
She looked back, over a faint blush. "Oh, I have!" she returned with a proud grin. She was lying through her teeth.

"Hey kid, you coming or what?" Spitfire beckoned from beneath the showers. Her mane was soaked, slick and flat, long orange hair draped wet around her neck. She looked stunning this way, like a princess. A goddess. She could be Celestia's cousin. Dash didn't need to be asked a second time. She hurried into the steamy showers, a thick mist of warm vapor hanging all around her legs and hot water pouring down from the ornate showerheads above. She sidled up next to the older yellow mare, as close as she could without seeming to intrude. She didn't want to ruin this. She wasn't going to make any sudden moves. She'd come too far to blow it now. Better to play it safe than sorry. After all, if nothing happened between them, she'd still have the whole day to look back fondly on. She'd still be able to say she showered in the official Wonderbolts shower room, saw the academy the way only real Wonderbolts got to see it. She just... wouldn't be able to mess around with Spitfire. She wouldn't want to miss the opportunity if it was there, but that was the worst that could happen. Right?
Again, Dash was jolted back from her self-doubting daydreams by the yellow pegasus. She had her hoof against Dash's leg. "Hey, calm down. You look nervous. Don't be," she smiled. Dash felt her legs turn to jelly. It took everything she had just to remain standing. If she weren't already in the shower, she'd have made a mental note never to wash that leg again. She glanced absently over her shoulder at Soarin, who was still showering farther up the line. She'd never anticipated a thought like this ever occurring, but right now, she wished he'd leave. What she wanted was privacy.

Dash tried to relax. Let the water cascade over her head, run down her back, drape her multicolored hair down around her neck. She reluctantly closed her eyes, not wanting to miss the world around her for a second. She was surrounded by warm darkness. The water bore down on her, and for a brief moment, she almost felt the room slipping away.
She felt a hoof on her again, this time resting gently on her side. She opened her eyes slowly, turning to Spitfire with a much more relaxed expression, an accepting smile.
"Look," Spitfire began, gently, "You've got some great moves. You proved out there what kind of a flier you are. Recruitment opens in the Fall. I don't want to get your hopes up, but with skills like yours... well. You've got more than a shot. I bet you'd like to be here as an official member. It could happen, maybe."
She patted the blue filly for a moment. Dash looked slowly down at the ground, her soaked mane draping all around her face, hemming in her vision. She thought about the prospect. Maybe. The potential reality. The voice sounded far away, muffled under the downpour from the showers. Her mouth was dry, and she didn't know why.
A hoof slapped her haunches without warning, an encouraging kind of slap between athletes, perhaps, but then the young VIP guest pushed her hair out of her face to see Spitfire grinning suggestively at her. "Of course," the yellow pegasus mused, wreathed in steam, shiny and clean and wet. "Of course, there's other ways. Every now and again we run into a very special colt or filly who just..." she paused, stepping a little closer. "...needs to be part of the team." Dash's heart nearly stopped.
Now or never.

Dash stepped forward, bringing her mouth to Spitfire's in a move that was just shy of a headbutt. It was unabashedly eager, clumsy, but passionate. But when she found her lips with her own, it didn't matter. Spitfire kissed back, just as eager. Dash's tight chest relaxed. She sighed out her nose. Her heart felt like it was beating again. The older yellow flier pulled her close, forcefully, parting her lips and licking at her tongue and kissing and breathing and moaning against her mouth. Their tongues played across each other, Dash's eyes nearly rolled back, and under the steamy waters they pulled each other close with a kind of passion that bordered on ferocity, as though they might drift away if they stopped holding on.
When they finally broke the kiss, Dash was gasping for air; she had been so consumed by the kiss she barely paused to inhale. "Yes," she panted, breathily. "Yes, yes yes YES Spitfire oh my gosh you have no idea-" she began to ramble, only to be wrapped up in another incredible kiss. She saw stars. It was the best day of her life. The best second. In the back of her mind, for a fleeting second, she made a note.
She had to remember to thank Rarity.
Spitfire kissed passionately up her neck, near her ear, across her mouth. She bit gently at her lips, pulled at them with her own, and when Dash moved her tongue out to encircle her mouth with its tip, the yellow flier sucked on it softly. Dash moaned, mouth hanging open. It was too much. Rainbow Dash couldn't even see straight. Here she was, in the Wonderbolts' shower room, making out with her idol, in a way she'd never made out with anyone in her entire life.

They broke off only after several minutes of this, but it was too soon for Dash. She whimpered anxiously, uncomfortably aroused now, eager for more. The yellow Wonderbolt circled around her slowly, and as she followed her with her gaze, Dash caught something out of the corner of her eye. She glanced over to see Soarin standing under the opposite row of fixtures, facing them. He was watching them rather openly, a very broad, utterly pleased smile on his face. He made no attempt to hide his erection, which stood twitching visibly beneath him, stiff and straining. "Oh, don't mind me, girls," he smirked, looking Dash straight in the eyes. He was totally unashamed.
"Uhh..." Dash whispered to Soarin out the side of her mouth.
"Shhh," Spitfire back, standing behind her.
"Spitfire, we've got an audience," she whispered more urgently.
"So what?" the Wonderbolt whispered back, placing her hooves front on Dash's haunches. "Getting performance anxiety, kid?" She smiled softly, brushed the blue pegasus's wet tail aside, and rubbed slowly against her bared, delicate little lips. That was all it took to make her forget her voyeur. She shivered, let out a loud gasp, and looked back, over her shoulder, at her partner. Spitfire didn't look away. She met her gaze, the veteran's fiery eyes looking deep into Dash's own, and didn't stop rubbing for a second.
Dash's hips shifted anxiously from side to side. Her rear legs shuffled impatiently. The feeling was electric, incredible. It made her shoulders shake. But it wasn't enough. She wanted more. "Wanna lie down?" Spitfire asked. Dash rolled onto the ground so fast she nearly hurt herself, lying on her back beneath the pouring water, blanketed by steam like a sauna.

She watched as Spitfire climbed on top of her, sideways. The flier's legs splayed, crossing her own. Her eyes flickered open and shut in indecision. Part of her wanted to shut out the distractions of the visual world and focus on nothing but the sensation that was to come. Another part couldn't bear to miss a second of it, wanted to record every second of it in a mental catalog, for all the sweaty, urgent, primal memories to come. Between them, they kept Dash inhaling shallow, almost holding her breath, her wide eyes flickering between open and shut as Spitfire mounted her, legs crossed together. She lowered herself, hips against Dash's. Her eyes wrenched shut, focusing on the incredible, intimate sensation. The young blue filly sighed, shivered. Felt the yellow pegasus's soft, wet lips against her own. Pressed together at their most sensitive spot. Over the sounds of the water, she heard Spitfire moan, just as she began to move, grinding against her. And then...
Nothing.

She waited a moment, feeling Spitfire's hips rubbing against hers, her thighs interlocking with her own. Felt the dull, odd sensation of that bared yellow pussy grinding against her own.
Dash opened her eyes, looking down. The Wonderbolt was moaning, head thrown back in euphoric abandon as she rubbed back and forth, unsteadily grinding against her. Her whole body quivered with a palpable ecstasy, an invisible thing, seen only through the effects it rendered upon her. She was lost, like Dash was moments ago.
But Dash didn't feel it.

She could see the pleasure on Spitfire's face. That much was clear. Legs hooked in a tangle, hips grinding at each other, delicate, slippery wet pussy lips rubbing sensuously together. Spitfire was lost to the moment. The invisible waves of passion left their passing mark on her face and body, which was flushed and shaking. But Dash couldn't feel it herself.
It felt clumsy, even dull. It was like using her hooves, but with less pressure, less precision. She closed her eyes tight, tried to zero in on the sensation. The unique feel of those tender petals against her own. When that didn't work, she opened her eyes again, focused on the sight of yellow on blue, the naughty image of their joined, slick lips together like an impossibly intimate kiss. That didn't work either. The texture, the tactile response, it was incredible, unique. But the pleasure was like grinding against a pillow. That hadn't been enough for Dash in years, and at least with that she had better control.
The blue filly shifted on the floor underneath Spitfire. She tried to bring her hips up. Rubbed in response. Began to grind back. Propped herself up on her fore hooves, trying to buck up in rhythm. Nothing worked. It didn't feel bad or anything, but she was never going to finish like this, not in a million years. She needed more. But no matter how she shifted or repositioned, it wasn't doing it for her. Frustration grew visibly on her face. Here she was, legs locked together with her very idol, and she couldn't even begin to get off. Another minute passed, then two, and it was only getting more uncomfortable. She felt like she was going crazy. Spitfire was shivering and moaning, but her reaction only made her more upset, wondering how she could be feeling so incredible. What was she missing?

Unable to stand it any longer, Dash pushed herself up and stood again under the hot showers. Spitfire, too lost in the pleasure of the moment, was too out of it to stand with her, and merely looked up to the blue pegasus from the floor, lying overwhelmed on her back. She just needed to try something else, that was all. They had all day. There were plenty of things to try together.
She planted her hind legs firmly on the pearly white shower room tile but dropped her front down, bringing her face between the yellow flier's thighs, face less than an inch from her bared little mound. Those delicate lips, glistening wet, framed by streams of water that trickled beneath the downpour, even trailed from Dash's soaked rainbow mane which hung about her neck. She leaned down gently, tongue out, licking gently across that perfect pussy, parting her lips to either side, running from bottom to top with the tip of her tongue.
She tasted like honey. Absolutely, exactly like honey. Spitfire shivered uncontrollably and dropped her head back flat on the shower room floor, gasping something Dash couldn't understand. That worked, she thought. She smiled. This was better.
She did her best to focus on the reality of the situation, trying to reconcile the fact she was actually here, going down on her idol. Moaning through her open mouth as her tongue went to work, teasing those soft lips. She was incredible, Dash thought. Beautiful. Sensuous. Delicious.
In the middle of that perfect moment, Dash slowly became aware of a sensation behind her. At first she dismissed it, thought it was just her own tail drenched under the water, brushing her backside. But after a moment it was too much to deny, something poking her from the back. She reluctantly pulled her head away from between Spitfire's legs and glanced over her shoulder to her raised haunches, and quickly snapped out of her dreamy state.

Soarin was standing behind her, nuzzling at her inner thighs, breathing in deep and taking in her intimate scent. Her mouth dropped open and she blushed hard, almost incredulous. She was about to say something when the blue stallion rose up a little, placing his hooves on either side of her hips and shifting up closer to her without a word. As he sidled up closer, bringing his hips close to her, he noticed her watching and locked eyes, giving her a soft smile. It must have been meant to be reassuring. Instead, it sent Dash's heart running like a racehorse. This was not a good position to be in. Not at all. His erection brushed her inner thigh, and Dash turned urgently to Spitfire, still beneath her. She gave the pinned pegasus a frightened, almost panicked look.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," Spitfire moaned with a smile and a sort of passive laugh.
"Spitfire!" Dash whispered, hissing through her teeth. Her eyes were huge, scared, and she gestured back, nodding over her shoulder. "T-tell him to stop!" she urged. Soarin was rubbing himself against her thighs, and slowly moved up to her soaked, anxious pussy.
In a move that did nothing but panic Dash further, the yellow pegasus reached up and draped her front hooves around the back of Dash's neck, against her shoulders. She raised her brows. Her face looked genuinely sympathetic, but not particularly concerned. "Sorry, kid. We're... kind of a package deal."
"What?!" Dash gasped, now legitimately frightened. Panic had set in faster than a summer rainstorm. She could feel the tip of that slippery erection starting to part her lips from behind, and she stiffened up.
"Shhh," Spitfire whispered, cooing, pulling Dash's head down a bit and nipping at the worried filly's ear, "C'mon, Rainbow, be a team player."
She was only getting more distraught. "But I don't even LIKE boys that w-!"

She never finished that sentence. Behind her, Soarin clamped his hooves in on her bare hips and without ceremony rolled his hips forward in one firm buck, slamming half of the entire length of his impressive cock into Rainbow Dash's slick pussy. She was small, muscular, and had never been penetrated before, but also so worked up he went in smooth and fast, feeling that heavenly tightness around his aching shaft without having to fight its resistance.
"NOOO!"
Dash nearly bit her tongue off, jaw snapping shut with overwhelmed sensation, eyes going wide and glazing over, losing focus. The world blurred, sounds fell away, and her soaked wings snapped out fully to either side with sudden surprise. It was like a bomb had gone off. Soarin was in her all the way to the hilt, more inches than she could count, but certainly not more than she could feel. He filled her up so fully she couldn't even move for fear of making it worse, and she felt utterly stretched. She was violated. Impaled by that thick, twitching cock. Taken by surprise. By a boy. Penetrated by a stallion. A STALLION. A boy. Soarin was one of her greatest heroes, but she felt nothing for him but platonic admiration. No love. Certainly no desire. Not like this. It was repulsive. Vile. How could he do this? Why would he do this? Why would Spitfire just let him do this?
He pulled his hips back slowly, drawing out of her quivering, soaking wet pussy. The feeling of even the slightest movement was painful, overwhelming, blanked her expression again, and the shower room all but disappeared. Her mind couldn't form coherent thoughts, her consciousness descending into something like a blaring siren, filled with nothing but primal notions. Panic. Pain. Struggle. Run. Her brain screamed at her, her legs quivered and began to buckle, and she couldn't even begin to process the horrible reality. Now several inches out, he finally stopped moving. But before her senses could return to her, he slammed his hips forward again, forcefully, slapping against her raised ass, driving his cock all the way inside, to the hilt.

Dash climaxed instantly.

For a second she was totally lost in it. The overwhelming sensation of being penetrated so deeply, filled so fully, it was like a short circuit in her mind, blocking out everything else. The feeling crackled through her like a thousand volts. Her legs twitched uncontrollably and her ass shook up and down in a spasm of instinctive pleasure, even against the subconscious pain and the conscious protests. Her muscles tightened, her pussy squeezed lewdly around Soarin's stiff shaft, and she went cross-eyed momentarily as she utterly lost control of herself. When her senses began to return, Soarin was bucking away at her from behind, fucking through her orgasm and slamming his cock in and out of her tender young hole, his hips slapping loudly against her ass beneath the streams of hot water. Every thrust hurt, felt like it was about to rip her apart, poking her so deep it made her wince. She felt nauseous. She never anticipated this. She never wanted this. Not even with Soarin. Not with ANY stallion. And if she knew this was in store for her, she might even have passed up her chance to fool around with Spitfire.
But it made her cum.

She had been grinding against Spitfire for minutes straight, and felt nothing. Making out had brought her to excitement, but neither the yellow flier's hoof nor her tender pussy had done anything to get her off. And now she had cum almost two seconds after being penetrated for the first time. And it wasn't just any climax. It was mind-blowing. It made her see double. She had almost felt like passing out. Every part of her mind recoiled from the horror, the revulsion and realization that she was being fucked by a huge, throbbing, slimy, gross cock. But her body didn't listen. It felt incredible. It rattled her brain in her skull. It set her haunches on fire. It shook her teeth. Even now, her orgasm passed, electric surges of purely physical pleasure shot through every inch of her body, radiating in pulses from her sore, stretched young pussy with every thrust from that unwanted intruder.
She was disgusted by that vile phallus. She had no love for its owner, no desire, and no passion.
But it felt incredible. It shook her to her very core.

And in a brief moment of tragic clarity, her hopes died. Snuffed out in a second.
She knew it would never feel like this with Spitfire.
Nothing could ever come close.

She dropped her head forward, and her waterlogged mane fell over her face, blocking out the rest of the world more literally.
She clenched her jaw, wrenched her eyes shut tight. Tears streamed down her face, instantly lost in the rivers of clean, hot water pouring down through her hair. Her face was burning, like a hot coal was smoldering just behind her nose. She began shaking, and between whimpering gasps that accentuated every thrust, she started to sob quietly, unheard by her heroes over the showers. Everything else faded away, slowly, and all she could focus on was the curtain of hair draped over her face. Spitfire was whispering something, but she couldn't hear it. Her eyes didn't focus, her ragged, shallow breathing couldn't level out, her shoulders shook with every ruined sob. Her mind barely registered, but her body kept throwing waves of unwanted pleasure from every thrust.
Another orgasm rocked her body like an explosion, and her mind practically shut off. Her jaw dropped, hanging open loosely, and she cried, drooled, moaned. Dash's legs quivered and shook, and behind her, Soarin shifted his weight to try and keep her ass up in the air, where it was more vulnerable, more accessible. She couldn't move away. She couldn't see straight. She couldn't do anything. What good was she, if she couldn't even keep him out of her? What kind of pony was she, if that horrible thing made her feel... like this?

Her glazed eyes were red from crying. She peered out as her draped, soaked mane was gently parted away from her face. Her expression was totally changed. Weak. Miserable. She leaned forward shakily, expecting Spitfire's face, wanting a reassuring kiss, a tender whispered word, a promise everything would be okay.
Instead, she was greeted by a huge, dark cock just inches from her face. Dripping. Disgusting. Water trickling down from its tip. It was being washed clean by the streaming water from the showers, but it still looked filthy. Everything about it. It was almost like a weapon, accusatory in its very shape. Rainbow Dash's tired eyes tried to focus in on it, going almost cross-eyed. If it wasn't so ugly, it would be almost funny. The kind of thing little colts and fillies doodled on schooldesks when teachers weren't looking, because they seemed so silly, floppy, ridiculous.
Twitching so close to her nose she could almost feel its heat, there was nothing funny about this one, poised beneath a broad white chest. He shifted side to side, and she tried to look up, to recognize him. Couldn't see his face. His cutie mark, briefly visible on his flank as he adjusted himself. A stick. Or perhaps a club. She didn't recognize it. Another Wonderbolt who must have come in when she wasn't looking, who decided to invite himself into the action. Or had Soarin offered?
Or Spitfire?

Dash's mouth hung agape, and her scared, betrayed eyes frantically glanced to the yellow mare, looking out from beneath the stallion's chest. Spitfire sat beside her on her hind legs, leaning forward, her tongue outstretched and playing eagerly against the side of the white pegasus's twitching cock. She licked hungrily at it, closed her eyes, leaned in more, let it rub wetly against her face, circled her lips, suckled at the stiff, repulsive flesh. Dash's mind receded more. She couldn't reconcile what she was seeing. Didn't want to believe it. Didn't want to see it. And definitely didn't want to be here. Not anymore.
Spitfire smiled obliviously at Dash, her obvious distress made less obvious by her multicolored hair plastered wetly against her face, by the wash of warm water carrying away her invisible tears. She reached a yellow hoof out toward her face, and Dash leaned into it quickly, hoping for the slightest solace, the most fleeting consolation. But the pegasus's hoof played at her cheek for only a second, sliding down her face to push gently at her jaw, opening the young filly's mouth wider. Before she had even a moment to process what she was doing, that enormous, vile cock thrust into Dash's gaping mouth. Her eyes went wider. She panted frantically, unevenly out her nose, hot breath falling over the thick, dark shaft even as it began to slide in and out, over her young lips, the underside of that fat shaft grinding against her warm, wet tongue. Her eyes began to roll back. The white stallion's cock started to thrust in and out, pumping into her mouth in short, urgent thrusts. It twitched, pulsed. The sensation made her shake. If her mouth hadn't been full, she would have felt like throwing up.
These were her HEROES.
Behind her, Soarin was picking up speed, ready to finish, his cock throbbing inside her so hard she could feel every twitch. It was vile. It was disgusting. It was rape.
She came again.

The world faded away. Fucked from both ends, Dash blacked out.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she found herself on the back steps of the Academy. She had woken up in the changing room by the shower some minutes ago. She couldn't process it. Couldn't think straight. Couldn't see straight. Couldn't even walk straight. She had stumbled out here only with some help.
She raised her head weakly, exhausted and ashamed, and looked up the steps toward the back entrance. Spitfire stood in the great doorway. She was clearly drained from the orgiastic experience in the shower, but as chipper and excited as before, utterly oblivious to Dash's state of shock. She smiled to the blue pegasus filly.
"Thanks again for comin' by. You were great, kid. Maybe we'll see you again!"
The marble doors closed.
Dash sat on the steps for a long time, staring at the closed doors. She shook uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her red face. She hurt, sore all over, but the worst pain of all radiated from her pounding head, a deep ache that grew with every heartbeat, keeping her mind in stasis. She tried a dozen times to process it, to even attempt reflection, but the second she started thinking, it blanked. It was gone. She couldn't.

Her legs moved on their own. She stood slowly, weakly, her hind legs sore and quivering. She turned away from the academy, pointed in a familiar direction. Stepped to the edge of the cloud and started flapping slowly, drifting through the sky and on towards home.