Chapter 2 – Nightwing

Nightwing stared incredulously up at the Wonderbolt Captain standing on the table. Was that crazy day pony really going to...?

Right there in front of everypony, Spitfire spun around and flicked her tail up, showing all of them the little bump in her tight flight uniform. Even though Nightwing considered herself a stallion's mare and preferred bat ponies rather than these bright-colored day ponies, she had to admit that the sight sent tingles through her in places better left unsaid. Whatever thin, stretchy fabric that uniform was made of, it didn't hide anything. Nightwing could see not only the shape of Spitfire's pussy bulge nestled in between her tight, powerful ass cheeks, she could even see a hint of the mare's slit – a slight indentation in that pert little bulge.

It sure got everypony else's attention in a hurry, too. As Spitfire began to dance, swaying and rolling her hips, stallions and mares alike crowded around the table. And if their eyes weren't already locked onto the older mare's body, they certainly started paying full attention when she stood on her hind legs and slid the suit's zipper slowly down. A growing triangle of bright yellow belly fur showed itself – damn that mare was sleek! – and that patch of exposed pegasus kept on growing all the way until the furless skin between Spitfire's teats was exposed. She didn't show her nipples – not yet – but she didn't need to. Everypony could already see the two little nubs poking through the thin fabric, and everypony – Nightwing included – was fervently imagining just what they'd look like.

After just another moment, nopony needed to imagine what they looked like – Spitfire let the loosened flight suit slip off of her shoulders, and it fell all the way down to her back hooves in a rumpled mess. She gave the crowd just a moment to gaze at her pretty little yellow mounds before dropping to all-fours again and beginning to prance around the circumference of the table. “Well, looks like that settles it,” she said, flicking her fiery tail back and forth as she trotted around. “Nopony even comes close to the Wonderbolts.”

That snapped Nightwing out of it. Hey! How dare she? Everypony knew that the Night Guard was where you'd find the really sexy ponies!

Before Nightwing could jump up and defend the honor of the Night Guard, one of the day pony guards – Blue Star – beat her to it, jumping up onto the table right in front of her.

Blue Star was quite a rarity – a female Royal Guard – but that might have been just the reason she knew her way around the stallions in the room. She sashayed back and forth across the table, disrupting Spitfire's circles and somehow managing to move in just the right way to let her pale blue ass cheeks flash out under the golden skirt of her armor. Not that her armor lasted long. The helm came off first, freeing a cascade of blue-striped mane that fell down over her withers like she was in some kind of shampoo commercial. The way she flicked it to the side and gave the crowd a devil-may-care glance quickly made it clear that she was offering something a lot more interesting than shampoo, though.

Spitfire flicked her tail up at Blue Star's nose. “Oh come on now. That's a nice mane and all, but do you think anypony here is going to choose you over this?” She turned, spread her hind legs apart, and blatantly presented her winking pussy to the crowd.

“Oh...” Blue Star unhooked the latch on her gold-armored breastplate. “I think they will!” As the day pony's armor clattered down to the table, she performed a series of spinning jumps back and forth, making her now-naked rump jiggle a bit with each snappy landing and flicking her tail up to give them all just a glimpse every time she hopped upward. “There may not be many mares in the Royal Guard, but the ones we do have are the ones that everypony wants!”

Nightwing might have been distracted for a few moments by yet more unfamiliarly erotic thoughts about these two day pony mares prancing about up there on the table ... but that last gibe went too far. She knew what she had to do – she had to put these pegasus ponies in their place and show them who was really the most desired among all of Equestria's military ranks.

She tossed her helm aside and soared up onto the table with a high, gliding leap, startling both of the other mares into jumping back a little. Bat ponies were not flashy, were not showy – she knew her strengths and the one she needed now was being exotic and mysterious. Shrouding herself in her leathery wings, she began to dance for the ponies surrounding this table.

Even as she managed to lose piece after piece of her dusky armor, she kept herself mostly hidden from them by her wings. They'd get a peek of her flanks here, a sultry glance from her eyes there, maybe even a little glimpse under her tail now and then. But she didn't go in for the showy grandstanding of the other two mares ... and it was working. All around the table, ponies were staring at her, not Spitfire or Blue Star.

She shot a glance over her shoulders at the two pegasus mares vainly trying to shake their hips and attract the crowd's attention again ... and she blew them a little kiss – half mocking and half enticing. “Nice try, girls, but you'll never best a bat pony when it comes to things best done after dark.”

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