Rising High

by Jacc-T

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Rainbow Dash, Romance, Sex, Spitfire
Length: 5132

Rainbow Dash has locker-room fun with Spitfire and Soarin. Also a raise.

Rainbow Dash, for her good work around Ponyville, gets a raise and a bonus package from her boss. To her surprise and glee, it includes an all-access pass to the Wonderbolts Air Show taking place that week. She, of course, goes as early as she can in order to be first in line, and gains access to the Wonderbolts locker room due to the pass. She meets Spitfire and Soarin, and takes a shower with them.

Lots of hero-worship and happy Dash sex with two Wonderbolts ahead. You have been warned.

Published 2012-08-14 07:14:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-14 07:14:02 UTC

Chapter 1

“Seriously?!” Rainbow Dash said excitedly.

“Indeed, Rainbow Dash.” Replied her slightly snooty boss, Gusty Wind. “Your performance in Ponyville and surrounding areas has been one of the highlights of our bi-monthly meetings. The Cloudsdale Board of Weather Direction has decided to give you a raise, along with a small bonus. We like to take care of our top weatherponies, to ensure the best service in all our districts.”

“That’s awesome! Uh, I mean, thanks, Mr. Wind! I’ll never leave Ponyville hangin’!” the polychromatic pony said, trying not to look to excited at the prospect of more spending money, though she wouldn’t be the last to admit that sometimes she had trouble hiding her feelings from others. Rainbow Dash’s grin was splitting her face ear to ear as Gusty chuckled.

“See that you don’t and you can expect more, I assure you, Ms. Dash.” Gusty replied, a small smile on his muzzle. Though he had several districts to schedule weather for in Cloudsdale’s weather factory, he was the kind of supervisor who liked to actually get to know his employees, and make sure rewards were given out properly for hard work. Though Rainbow Dash took more days off than he would have liked, her performance when she did work was exemplary to the other weatherponies, not to mention that she led the volunteer weatherponies in the Ponyville district when there was more work then she could just do herself. Through the brashness, she showed leadership qualities and an attitude that made sure the work was done as fast as possible, even if that was only the case so she could get more daredevil practice in or take a longer afternoon nap. In any case, Rainbow Dash got results, and Gusty paid for results. “You’ll be getting two more bits an hour for your work, and I have your bonus right here with me now.” He said, passing over an envelope and a small bag. “The bag contains fifty bits, and I have been assured by some of your friends that you will appreciate what’s in the envelope. Well…” Gusty checked his watch as Rainbow Dash took her bonus. “I need to get going, you know, boring manager stuff to do.” He gave her a wink. “Have fun this weekend, and remember to keep working hard!” Gusty flew off out of his office towards the factory floor, to make sure the snowflakes were passing quality control.

Rainbow Dash curiously opened the envelope, laying the much-appreciated bag of bits aside for now. He talked to my friends? Wonder what he meant… ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! Rainbow Dash thought, for when she looked inside the envelope, she revealed an all access VIP pass to this weekend’s Wonderbolts race and airshow. “These… this is impossible to get! I thought they were all sold out! Eeeeeeee!!” Dash squeed, hugging the pass. “Best. Bonus. EVER! I love my job! Oh, shoot! Gotta still clear the clouds in the northern sector today! Better get it done quick, I gotta practice my moves for this weekend!” Dash remembered, racing out of Gusty’s office in a flash of prismatic light, headed out of Cloudsdale towards northern Ponyville.

The following week couldn’t pass fast enough for Rainbow Dash. With each passing day she grew more and more excited about going to the airshow, pestering her friends talking about it incessantly.

“I saw in the Weekly Wing that Spitfire and Soarin’ will be there! They only go to the top-quality shows! The ones where they’re really trying to show what being a Wonderbolt really means!” she said to Fluttershy, hovering over her head as she fed fish to the ferrets.

“That’s nice…” Fluttershy replied quietly.

“And!” Rainbow Dash continued as if Fluttershy hadn’t said anything. “I heard that they’re going to be doing signings! I’ll be able to get my fifth autograph from Spitfire! Won’t even cut a smidge into my bonus!”

“Sound like a good time…” Fluttershy said, moving towards her chicken coops to feed the chickens and check to see whether their eggs had been laid yet. Rainbow Dash kept hovering over her like a bad head cold. Fluttershy was kind of trying to work; taking care of the animals around Ponyville was, after all, her chosen profession. She liked talking to Rainbow Dash, but sometimes the athletic pegasus could get a little annoying. Fluttershy knew she was excited, though, and couldn’t find it in her heart to tell Dash to go away.

“Oh, you bet!” Rainbow Dash replied, showing that she was indeed listening to Fluttershy, even if she was controlling the conversation. “And, because I have the VIP all-access pass, I get to view the show in a specially reserved box! And meet the Wonderbolts face to face! Maybe I can show Spitfire some of my more advanced moves this time, and not be interrupted like at the Gala! This is gonna be so awesome!” Rainbow Dash squeed, finally landing, her wings buzzing in excitement. “My boss told me he talked to you guys, and got this idea for my bonus because of you, so I’d like to say thanks!”

“I never talked to anypony from Cloudsdale recently…” Fluttershy said, looking everywhere but directly at Rainbow Dash. “Though if I had, I would have given you a good review… you do take care of us around Ponyville as far as weather goes.”

“Heh, well, thanks! Just doin’ my job!” Rainbow Dash said, flaring her wings proudly.

“Yes… I’m doing my job right now as well…” Fluttershy hinted, nodding her head. Rainbow Dash had landed in front of the chicken coop, and was blocking the way.

“Oh, sorry!” Dash said, hopping out of the way. “I’ll get out of your mane, go find whoever talked to Mr. Wind and thank ‘em.”

“Try Twilight,” Fluttershy said, smiling. Not that she didn’t enjoy Dash’s company, but sometimes the brash pegasus was a little overbearing. “She seems like the type who would think of something like that.”

“Alright, I’ll catch you later, ‘Shy!” Dash said, flipping around and soaring off towards the center of Ponyville. Fluttershy sighed, shook her head at Dash’s excitableness, and continued her daily chores.

It turned out that Twilight Sparkle had indeed met with Gusty Wind, and had given a stellar review of Rainbow Dash’s work, saying that she was ‘always on schedule, no matter how late in the day she started.’ Rainbow Dash had, of course, squeezed Twilight so hard in thanks that she had to teleport out of Dash’s grasp in order to breath.

But that was in the past! Today was the grand day, the day of the Wonderbolts Air Show! Rainbow Dash flew up to the Cloudussium in Cloudsdale, where the air show was taking place, hours before it opened, wanting to be first in line in order to get in as soon as possible to see the ponies she had basically worshiped as heroes since she was a little filly. She got there so early that Celestia hadn’t even risen the sun yet for the morning, but already Dash could see telltale contrails of dark clouds and lightning flying above the Cloudussium. The Wonderbolts must be practicing for the show! she thought, barely able to contain herself. Dash trotted across the short cloud walkway to the front entrance of the sports arena. From here she could see the parking area for chariots of all sizes, no doubt some very fancy ponies would be coming to see the show, as the tickets for the good box seats were quite expensive. She had no idea how Mr. Wind had gotten an all-access pass, but that meant she got an entire box all to herself! Dash squeed in delight at the thought, and looked around some more, waiting eagerly for the front doors to open. There was a staging area with a few burly-looking pegasi wandering around a little ways away from the chariot parking lot. Dash knew that those ponies would be ferrying unicorns and earth ponies under the effects of a cloudwalk spell (provided by unicorns that worked for the Cloudussium) up to the show and back again. Wonderbolts shows weren’t just for those with wings, after all, they were for the whole of Equestria.

“Hey, lady!” a rough voice rang out. Rainbow Dash turned around to see a security guard coming out of a small guard-hut set into the wall near the main entrance. “Da show don’t start for anudder two hours, heck, da sun ain’t even up yet! What’choo doin’ ‘ere?”

“Oh! I came here early to be first in line, and look where I am baby! Aww yeah, I get to see the Wonderbolts, I get…” Rainbow Dash started to do a silly dance, chanting the focus of what she was sure was going to be the best day ever.

The guard chuckled. “Well, dat’s alright, so long’s you got a ticket.” The guard waited as Dash stopped dancing and presented her pass for inspection.

“Well, hot dang, lady! Dis ‘ere’s a double-A!” the guard looked impressed.

“Double-what now?” Rainbow Dash raised her eyebrow at the guard’s slang.

“All-access! Double-A! Dis’ ‘ere will let you go just about anywheres!” The guard stepped back to the main entrance and fiddled with his keys, unlocking the door. “Basically, you could go in nows if’n you like, which I’m gonna guess you do.”

Rainbow Dash couldn’t contain the outburst that followed. “OhmygoshohmygoshohmygoshYES!” Thank you!” she shouted as she burst through the doors as soon as the guard opened them. As the prismatic after-shock of the fan-filly wore off, the guard shook his head and chuckled, going back to his hut.

The main entrance of the Cloudussium was grand, able to easily hold hundreds of ponies as they bought concessions, waited in lines, and filed into their seats in the arena proper. The concession stands were, of course, closed at this point, though there were a few ponies moving around inside them, getting ready for the morning rush. After all, there was a big event going on today, they were sure to make plenty of bits. Rainbow Dash briefly wondered whether Applejack had a pegasus relative that could set up shop here for Sweet Apple Acres. She’d have to ask sometime, provided she remembered that little detail in all the undiluted awesomeness that was about to happen today. In any case, Dash was too excited to eat anyways, and made a beeline for the arena entrance, wanting to claim her box and watch the Wonderbolts practice… maybe even get a chance to talk to them? Will they recognize me? I hope so… maybe they’ll want me to show them some moves! Maybe this will finally be my big break! Rainbow Dash was exploding with excitement as she burst into the arena seating area.

Her ears slumped in disappointment when all she saw was a janitor on the far side of the arena seating, mopping the isles.

“Aww… I thought they were still practicing…” Dash muttered, looking downcast. She glanced towards the north entrance to the arena… and saw a fiery orange tail disappear inside. “Looks like they just finished… hey…” Rainbow Dash glanced at the ‘double-A’ laying on her chest, hanging from the string around her neck. “I wonder if this will let me into the locker room… before the show? I could totally hang with the Wonderbolts for two whole hours! Actually, even more time, the show doesn’t start until, like nine!” Dash flew over the arena towards the north entrance in a burst of excited speed, before slowing to a flutter, suddenly getting a little nervous. “No… this won’t be like the Gala, you’ll have them all to yourself. They’re probably just resting before the show, so you won’t be interrupting anything important, this is your chance!” Dash steeled herself, looking around. Nopony was stopping her as she approached the vaulted entrance to the locker rooms under the arena… and within moments, she was in.

The walk through the north entrance and the hallway down below the arena smelled lightly of sweat, cleaning fluid, and water. Ponies from all kinds of events walked this hall into the arena almost daily… Dash was awed, slowing down and landing, trotting down the hall, angled downwards to the locker rooms. Only one more door blocked her from her heroes, and nopony was going to stop her now… gulping, but more than determined to see this through, she reached out and turned the knob, stepping in…

“Alright guys, I’ll see you in the air! Gonna take a shower, that practice really lathered me up!” a slightly sultry sounding voice reverberated through the locker room, echoing slightly.

That’s Spitfire! Rainbow Dash thought, almost freezing on the spot. Almost. Dash cautiously tiphoofed forward, looking around the corner to see…

The yellow-coated, fire-orange maned pegasus taking off her goggles, revealing absolutely dazzling amber eyes. Spitfire sighed, breathing heavily from her recent workout, and Dash could smell, even from a few feet away, that she had been sweating up a storm in her skintight uniform. Spitfire turned, unzipping the Wonderbolt suit from the front and inadvertently giving Dash a completely unobstructed view of the jumpsuit clinging to her rump, stretched over her curves and looking like they were barely containing her muscular flanks. It had ridden up, Dash noticed, revealing a crease in a certain spot… Dash blushed furiously, quickly ducking back behind the locker she was looking around, forcing her wings not to extend. The last thing she needed was for the leader of the Wonderbolts, the mare she looked up to in the highest regard, to catch her staring at her flank with a raging wingboner! Besides… she’s a mare… does she even swing that way? The tabloids are always going back and forth on that… Dash thought. Ak! What am I thinking?! Just… announce your presence before…

Spitfire, undressed, rounded the corner, headed for the showers, and bumped straight into Rainbow Dash. “Oomph!” she grunted, falling flat on her rump, and rubbing her nose.

Dash, meanwhile, did the only sensible thing: panicked. “Ohmygosh I’m so sorry! I just came here and I was wondering if I could hang with you guys and I have a double-A and I love the Wonderbolts so much and I don’t know if it was okay or anything and…” Rainbow Dash rattled off, not really knowing what she was saying.

Spitfire recovered quickly, took one glance at the panicking pony in front of her, and said, “Oh, great, another fanfilly… SECUR…” she stopped, almost shouting for security when she noticed something about the stammering pegasus in front of her. “Hey, I know you! You’re…” Dash shut up, her eyes widening as her hero placed her name. “That winner of this years Best Young Fliers… Rainbow Dash!”

“Ohmygosh you remember me!” Dash said, her wings whooshing straight up as she lost her concentration trying to keep them down.

“Of course I remember you! It’s not often you see a Sonic Rainboom. You’ve got potential, kid, keep practicing those moves and I’m sure you’ll be at the top in ten seconds flat!” Spitfire smiled, and Dash almost fainted from hearing her coincidentally use one of the catchphrases she liked to spout from time to time. “Now, not that it isn’t good to see you, but are you supposed to be here?” Spitfire asked, the warm smile on her face showing that she didn’t care one way or the other.

“Actually, according to the guard outside, I think I’m allowed…” Dash said, showing Spitfire the all-access pass. “He called it a ‘double-A, and said it would get me just about anywheres. Uh… anywhere.”

“Heh, I see you’ve met Stun Shocker. Yeah, he’s right, you’re basically given the run of the place with that pass.” Spitfire said. “Well, you can stay here if you like, I’m going to take a shower, that last practice got me smelling worse then the uniform Soarin’ left in an unused locker for a year.” she chuckled.

“Oh, I don’t think you smell bad at all.” Rainbow Dash said, immediately blushing and regretting what she just said, flinging her hoof to her mouth. Oh Celestia why did I say that?! Of course she smells, she’s just finished practice in a tight jumpsuit! she thought, which brought up the memory of the view of the jumpsuit she had had, which only made her blush harder.

Spitfire just laughed at Dash’s awkwardness, saying, “Don’t lie, Dash, it doesn’t become you. Though you’ve gone the most delightful shade of red.” Spitfire flicked her tail at Dash’s nose as she headed towards the showers on the other side of the room, causing Dash’s delightful shade of red to get even darker. “And you might want to get control of those wings. I’m flattered, though.”

Oh noooo… can anything worse happen… Dash thought, sinking to the floor in humiliation and closing her eyes as Spitfire turned on the shower, standing under the running water and letting it wash away the lather on her coat. “Ak!” Dash exclaimed, realizing that she was in full view of the open shower, and thus could see Spitfire showering if she opened her eyes. “Sorry! Sorry… I’ll just… go and…”

“You don’t have to go, I’m not going to kick you out. That pass is all-access.” Spitfire said slyly. Rainbow Dash opened her eyes, and was greeted by Spitfire giving her a sultry wink from under her slicked-down mane, her perfect, toned wings fully extended. Spitfire ran a hoof down the opposite front leg, slowly washing as she talked in a low tone to Dash. “That means you get to see everything that goes on before, during, and after the show. Everything.” She winked again.

Dash’s wings could have been used as crowbars. Is… is she coming on to me? Spitfire? she thought, staring as Spitfire washed herself in front of her, taking in every detail. Her lifetime hero was usually clad in uniform… so seeing her out of it was a little odd and extremely alluring. Spitfire’s cutie mark, a flaming lightning bolt, glistened in the running water as Spitfire ran a hoof over it, washing the last of the lather off her flank. Dash knew what Spitfire’s cutie mark was, of course, from sporting magazines and stuff, but she had never seen it in the flesh before…

“Uh oh…” Spitfire said.

“What!? What’s wrong?” Dash blurted out, wrenching her eyes from the cutie mark and looking into Spitfire’s own eyes, which hypnotized her as soon as she looked into them. Half-lidded, Spitfire met Dash’s gaze, and then looked at her wings. She smiled and waved her own flared wings.

“Oh, it seems that your… reaction to me has gone and made it so that I can’t quite fold my wings comfortably to wash them.” Spitfire said.

“I-I’m sorry!” Rainbow Dash quickly stammered. “I… you…” Well, here goes nothing… “You want me to… help you with that?” Dash asked, her blush intensifying.

“I was hoping you would ask. Just work out the kinks in the muscle… I’ll preen later.” Spitfire said, sitting down with her back to Dash, looking back with a small smirk, the running water streaming down her flared wings and back.

Dash, not without caution, approached Spitfire, entering the shower’s stream and getting her own mane slicked down by the water pouring down from the faucet. She sat behind Spitfire and gingerly ran a hoof from the base of Spitfire’s wing upwards. Spitfire hissed in pleasure at the contact, sighing, “That’s it, Dash, don’t be shy. Really work those wings, I gotta be loose for the show…”

Gaining confidence quickly at the encouragement from her hero, Rainbow Dash quickly applied herself, using both hooves on a single wing, one hoof messaging the base, the other running up and down the edge. Spitfire’s wing muscles were even more developed then Dash’s own, clearly the wings of a professional flyer. They flexed and twitched under Dash’s administrations as Spitfire made little moaning noises, her eyes half closed and rolled back as she lost herself to the pleasure rippling out from under Dash’s hooves on her wing. Dash, seeing this, was spurred onwards, switching to the other wing and doing the same thing, messaging the base even harder and rubbing the edge more vigorously. “Ahhh…nnnngg. That feels… so goood.” Spitfire moaned, lowering herself down to lie on her belly as Dash repositioned herself to be standing directly above her so that she could continue her ministrations.

I… I can’t believe I’m giving Spitfire an honest-to-Celestia wingjob. and she likes it. Rainbow Dash thought, giddy with hero-worship and horny as tartarus at the sounds of Spitfire under her hooves. She grinned wickedly before putting her teeth to work on the wing she was messaging, biting lightly from the base up the edge to the tip. With each nip, Spitfire gave a small ‘eep’ that Dash found absolutely adorable and sexy all at the same time. She slowly switched to the other wing; carefully not rushing the moment… she wanted this to last as long as possible. Spitfire twitched under her as Rainbow Dash laid down on her belly, coming into full-body contact with Spitfire’s back and continuing to run her hooves up and down Spitfire’s wings, with occasional nips thrown in whenever she wanted to hear the Wonderbolt captain go ‘eep.’

“Dash…” Spitfire groaned. “Eep!” It was Spitfire’s turn to blush furiously as Rainbow Dash replied with a nip to the base of one of her wings. “I… I need help with another place now…” Spitfire turned her head to look at Dash, her mouth hanging open and tongue lolling out a little bit, eyes half-lidded in a lustful gaze.

“You mean…” Dash stopped what she was doing and glanced down at Spitfire’s flank. The ground under them was wet with water, but Dash could smell Spitfire quite clearly, and what she was smelling wasn’t sweat this time.

“Get off for a second…” Spitfire said, and Rainbow Dash quickly got off of her so she could flip around onto her back, legs spread. Her marehood glistened as the water from the shower rinsed the juices flowing from it down the drain. She looked up at Dash with that lust-filled gaze again, saying, “Get your flank up here where I can get to it, and help me out here, Best Young Flier.”

Does she mean… ohmygosh… Dash thought as she turned around and backed up, her own gushing slit now above Spitfire’s muzzle. She looked down and saw the expression on Spitfire’s face… she looked like she was going to attack Dash’s marehood, her eyes focused on Dash’s engorged clit. Dash looked straight down, between Spitfire’s legs, at the slit right in front of her, and the clit peeping out from the folds of her hero, and had a similar feeling. She lowered herself down, laying on top of Spitfire, and…

“NNNNNggggaaaaa!” Dash lost all composure, not even able to get a single lick of the mare in front of her muzzle before lightning shot up her spine from her own tunnel. Dash’s wings vibrated in the air, and she pressed her hips down desperately onto Spitfire’s snout, wanting that tongue inside her as far as possible. Spitfire swirled her tongue around Dash’s clit, causing another loud, echoing moan of pleasure as Dash rode on top of Spitfire’s dancing tongue, her slit soaking Spitfire’s muzzle as Spitfire kept up the assault, not letting up even though Dash couldn’t concentrate enough to return the favor.

The fire in her loins, however, needed to be sated, and Spitfire eventually thrust her hips up towards Rainbow Dash’s mouth, giving her the hint she needed to get started. Dash eagerly lapped up Spitfire’s juices, her tongue rasping over the nub that was the Wonderbolt’s clit, eliciting a moan from under Dash’s slit and sending vibrations all the way up through Dash, causing Dash to groan around Spitfire’s sensitive button, and setting a cycle of moaning noises from both mares as they ate each other out furiously. It was a race to see who would orgasm first, and both were building up the pressure inside them, the fire in their bellies groaning and aching to be freed in one giant burst.

Spitfire extended her tongue deep into the rainbow mare, opening her mouth wide and engorging on Dash’s folds, thrashing her tongue about. Dash, already on the edge almost since they had started, had to stop servicing Spitfire as she cried out, juices exploding from her marehood as the pressure released in one giant wave, crashing through Dash’s senses and blinding her to the whole world except for one tiny point and the tongue that was wrapped around it.

“Hey, Spitfire, what’s taking so lo….” Soarin’ said, walking into the locker room and staring at the scene under the shower. Dash looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded and tongue lolling out over Spitfire’s wide-open tunnel, a line of drool leading to it.

Soarin’s cock almost immediately emerged from his sheath, reaching a full erect position in under five seconds. It was a good thing he wasn’t wearing his uniform, otherwise something might have been damaged. “I… see.” Soarin’ said, stepping into the shower, his mane taking it’s turn to be slicked down to his neck. “I think I recognize you… right! You’re the one who saved my pie at the Gala! Rainbow Dash… you’re looking even better without the dress…” All Dash could do was gaze up into Soarin’s green eyes and big, goofy grin, then let her gaze drift down to the throbbing shaft between his hind legs, her mouth wide open and moans from the aftershock of her orgasm involuntarily drifting out.

Spitfire rolled Rainbow Dash off of her, sitting up and seeing that Soarin’ was ready to go. “Well, if you can get her to say yes, she’s all loosened up and ready for you. I don’t think she will mind having another Wonderbolt autograph her inner mare.” Spitfire said snarkley, winking. “So long as you position her so that her mouth is still working on me… I’m getting close, and I’m not going to let her stop ‘till we reach the finish line.”

“Well? Is it alright with you if we… do that?” Soarin’ said, blushing for some reason as Dash looked up at his cock. Finally getting control of her motor skills, Dash flipped over, her rear sticking straight up in the air, her tail whipping out of the way, and her mouth clamping back onto Spitfire’s marehood. Spitfire groaned and leaned back again, muttering something incomprehensible. “Uh, is that a yes?” Soarin’ asked, though he was already putting his front hooves on Dash’s hips, mounting her, his cock hanging inches from her soaking tunnel.

Rainbow Dash stopped eating out Spitfire to breath and shout exasperatingly, “Yes, Soarin’! Buck me!” That was the starting pistol for Soarin’, and Dash was once again rendered senseless as this time a long, thick piston was thrust into her flexing, clenching tunnel. She didn’t want to let it go, and Soarin’ grunted as he pulled out for another thrust, fighting against Dash’s tight hold on his cock.

“Geeze… Dash… tight…” Soarin’ said in broken gasps as he thrust slowly and deliberately, fighting for every inch against Dash’s hungry slit. Dash moaned loudly into Spitfire’s folds, rasping her front teeth against Spitfire’s clit as her tongue dove deep into Spitfire’s own grasping tunnel.

“NNNNNNNNGGhhhhhh!! Ahhh… AHHHHHH!!” Spitfire cried out, and Rainbow Dash felt her tunnel clench around her tongue as a tidal wave of Spitfire’s juices soaked her muzzle. Dash lapped up as much as she could, her head bobbing back and forth as she was pounded from behind.

Dash’s tunnel was building pressure again. Celestia… he’s so… I’m… Dash groaned into the gap between Spitfire’s legs as her thoughts were cast into the wind by the feeling of being filled to the brim by Soarin’s pumping shaft. Soarin’ was holding on for as long as he could, hooking his hooves around the rock-hard shafts of Rainbow Dash’s wings for more leverage, which only caused the fire and lighting racing up and down her body to intensify. “Sooooaaaaarrriiiinnnnn!!” Dash moaned, her tongue still lapping and lolling in and around Spitfire’s gaping tunnel.

Soarin’s pace intensified at the sound of his name, and Dash screamed out in pure bliss as another orgasm ripped through her, her tunnel clenching down hard onto the shaft filling her senses and insides. As soon as Soarin’ twitched against such a force, he too couldn’t hold it in any longer, and couldn’t pull out even if he wanted too as Dash’s voracious slit pumped him for all he was worth, her insides rippling around his shaft and pulsing along with his orgasm.

Dash climaxed again almost instantly as she felt warmth spread inside her, her insides refusing to let go of the source of liquid bliss pouring into her. She slammed her flanks against Soarin’s crotch, pumping every last drop from him before finally falling to the floor in exhaustion, her wings going limp and frothing white seamen pouring out of her slit as Soarin’s cock was released.

Water poured over the three ponies as they rested in the shower, the various bodily fluids they were producing and had produced being slowly washed away down the drain a short distance away.

“What a display! What a show! Look at Spitfire go! It’s a sight to behold folks, as this year’s Wonderbolt Grand Air Show draws to a close, remember to get home safely and get those pictures you took developed soon so you can show all your friends what they missed!” The announcer wrapped up the air show and ponies of all types and colors milled about, queuing up to leave the arena. Rainbow Dash, in her private box, cheered as Spitfire, Soarin’ and the other Wonderbolts burst into their final display before heading back to the locker room.

“That. Was. AWESOME!!” Dash shouted to the heavens. In the middle of her celebrations, though, there was a knock on the door to the box, and as she turned around, a note was slipped under the door. “What’s this?” Rainbow Dash said curiously, and opened the note to read it.

Dash,

As soon as you’re ready, we’d like you to come on over to the Wonderbolt Lounge, here in the Cloudussium. Your ‘double-A’ should get you access, no problem. We’re having our after-show party there, and the others want to meet you. Maybe you could show us some of your moves, I know the ones you showed us this morning were quite impressive. Perhaps your flight moves will show just as much passion?

Can’t wait to see you there!

~Spitfire, Wonderbolt Captain