Dash tensed up as the sound of more hooves filled the room behind him. From above her, as well as inside her lower body, she whimpered as she felt Soarin do the same. Turning her head, she let out a slight yelp as soarin released her neck from his mouth.

“Fleetfoot? FIRE STREAK??”

A very bright red Fleetfoot pinned her ears back, wincing visibly at Rainbows voice cracking in the confined space. Next to, and slightly behind her was a much less visibly embarrassed Fire Streak, who was staring once more wide eyed right behind Rainbow Dash.

The wet sound of something splatting against the ground was a pretty good clue as to where.

“Oh, uhhhhh, hey Dash! We were just..uh…” Fleetfoot started, before bringing a hoof to her face. “Ok, look, you know why we’re here. We’re just gonna go to the locker room and leave you two alone.”

Starting to walk away, she noticed a tug against her wing as Fire Streak made no move to leave, the stallion evidently transfixed by the sight in front of him. Glaring slightly, she added a firm, “Now!” and gave him another yank. Sheepishly, he snapped out of his daze, and trotted off quickly after her in the direction of the showers.

Dash’s ears caught one last comment. “Just remember to clean up after yourselves, Crash! Cleaning staff already came today!”

From above her, a throaty chuckle buzzed through her body, the warm belly of Soarin vibrating against Dash’s sweaty back. “I guess they’re not the only ones. Boy, I really did get caught up there! I really gotta get to work or I’m gonna be late to the meeting later!”

“H-hey! But I didn’t-Gah!”

The small pegasus felt her protests catch in her throat as she felt the still thick meat of Soarin’s impressive cock sliding out of her tight lower entrance. Her lower body struggled to close back around the lack of stallion breeding meat, and as his soft cocktip slipped out of the grip of her cum-glazed lower lips, she felt the gooey wetness of his cum sliding out of her.

Even if it was designed to stick inside her body, Soarin had just dumped far too much for her body to hold, and the sound of white cum drooling out of her gaping pussy and splattering against the ground between her spread legs filled the locker room around them.

Dash quivered and shuddered, feeling the splashing liquid pour out quickly, sticking to the fur of her lower belly and inner thighs as the cum sought any way to escape her body. Quickly, however, the load became a much more manageable drooling that slowly tapered to a strand connecting her lower body to the locker room floor.

“Hey, uh, looks like you’ll probably need a shower anyways, so, uh...just gonna…” Soarin muttered out before stepping over her still prone head, and grabbing a loose hoofful of her rainbow locks.

Quickly and efficiently, he wrapped the soft mane around his wilting shaft, soaking her newly styled look in his and her combined fluids. A few quick strokes were all it took to clean his cock sufficiently before it finished retreating back into his sheath, satisfied with a job well done.

Soarin, for his part, let the wet locks of hair fall back down, where they smacked quietly against her cheek with a wet *pat*. Hoofsteps quickly moving back to the entrance, and a “See ya later Dash” were the last goodbye the pony was left with, leaving the locker room quiet.

Well, other than the muted slapping and moaning coming from the next room over.

Dash’s hind legs finally took the time to lower her hips, not even bothering to move out of the way of the puddle of cum below her hips. Soarin was right. She’d definitely need a shower anyways. She could murder him after that.

Her chest rose and fell with a deep breath as she calmed down her breathing. She could already feel his sticky cum starting to dry, and seeping deeper into her fur. It could be a real pain if she didn’t get cleaned up soon. Shakily, she stood back up, many more strands now connecting her hips and thighs to the ground.

She could clean that up later. First, she had a date with some pent up energy, a wonderbolts locker room shower nozzle, and two ponies who almost certainly wouldn’t mind someone else watching!

Author's Note

This story isn't really going anywhere...not that I really meant it to. So ta da! An ending!

And yeah, Soarin is kind of an ass. Mostly just oblivious though. Not that I particularly care. It's pony porn, if you want exemplary amounts of respect from your ponies, write your own drunk clopfics!