Losing herself, Spitfire had found, was the secret to finding equilibrium. Sex with an unending parade of stallions had done not one thing for her, but this—this gave her relief.

Relief from not just the harsh things in life, but also the things she enjoyed. Too much of a good thing was just about as bad as not enough. Yelling at newbie fliers to get them into shape, seeing them soar through the skies as they learned their wings the right way, and flying with her fellow Wonderbolts in a perfect formation—all things she loved doing, but none of them gave her this level of relief.

"Just focus on the swinging watch. Feel yourself growing more and more drowsy. Your wings are light, spread them for me." Rainbow Dash's voice was calm and carefully neutral. She watched Spitfire slowly, almost sensually unfold her wings while she sat on the couch. When they were fully spread, Rainbow continued. "You feel weightless, the air around you barely touching your feathers, yet you can feel yourself spiraling upward. Higher. Higher. Higher still."

With her eyes closed, Spitfire let Rainbow's words guide her thoughts. She could feel the slightest breezes under and around her wings, she could feel the warm sun on her body, and above all she felt the slight lightheadedness of flying too high—this wasn't the first time Rainbow had used this induction on her, and there was good reason why.

"You're feeling lightheaded. The air is thinner the higher you go, pushing thoughts and worries from you head. You can feel it, can't you. Tell me, use some more precious oxygen and tell me how you feel."

"Light—" Spitfire's breath came in a shallow gasp. The air was so thin she barely had oxygen to think straight. Talking made it even worse, and she knew it. "Can't th—"

"Lightheaded? Can't think? That's okay, I'll take care of that for you. You're still spiraling up and up, and like the air your head is getting thinner and thinner. But now it's time. You know what time it is? Tell me."

Opening her mouth, Spitfire struggled to say a single, solitary word, but all the action did was waste her air and empty her a little more.

"All gone? Good girl."

The praise did wonders for Spitfire. It was something her empty mind could grasp. So intent on Rainbow's voice was she, she didn't hear the front door open and close, nor did she hear hoofsteps of somepony approaching. They just didn't fit in her empty head.

Rainbow glared at Thunderlane and lifted one of her wings up and made a zipping motion across her lips. Schooling herself into ignoring the surprised stallion for the moment, she turned to look at Spitfire. "Feisty Flame is your name. You're the fillyfriend of Blitz—you know Blitz, right?"

Feisty Flame wanted to reply in the affirmative, but her head was empty, and the moment she tried to form the words to say yes, they escaped from her mind. She barely managed the most slight of nods.

"He's the biggest, hunkiest stallion, and he has it for you bad, Feisty. But you know what else he has today? He's brought home a new pet—a doggy." Rainbow's eyes slid to the side and she turned her head just enough to catch Thunderlane's surprised expression in her peripheral vision. "He's a big doggy, and he's really affectionate. It'd be wild to let him play with you a bit."

Feisty Flame felt the words seem to fill the void inside her. Somehow they always remained, even when her own couldn't hold together. A small smile pulled at her lips at the thought of her hunk of a stallion—a Wonderbolt no less—bringing home a pet for her to "play" with.

In the back of Feisty's mind, where the mare known as Spitfire sat silent and peaceful, a hint of excitement jolted around. She could never feel scared in this place, not when she had her word. Everything was new and exciting, and safe.

With a glare at Thunderlane, Rainbow nodded toward a shelf where a series of dog collars sat. As he stood up and walked over to the shelf, Rainbow Dash smirked. "Feisty, are you still flying high?" When Spitfire nodded, just a little, Rainbow smiled more warmly. "I want you to level out and then look down. Blitz is below you, Feisty, I'm below you."

Rainbow watched as Feisty's wings tipped forward a little. "There you go. Come down to me, Feisty. The wind starts rushing past your face as you pull into a full dive." Waiting for Feisty's wings to angle back a little more, Rainbow continued. "You start to feel air filling you again, filling out Feisty Flame with warmth and thought. Can you feel it?"

"Y-Yes." Feisty's voice felt dry, obviously due to how long she'd been without breath for. "I can feel it, and I can see you, Blitz."

"Down, down, down you dive, Feisty. Your thoughts fill out again and you can think properly again. You remember your promise to meet me at our front door." Rainbow built the scenario for Feisty to live. She programmed her lover and let her fabricated reality flood into the mare's head. "At the last second you pull up, Feisty, slamming your wings out and halting on a dime before me."

Feisty Flame's eyes snapped open and she leaned forward to kiss her coltfriend.

Thunderlane's wings fumbled with the collar as he watched his commander and his mistress make out. This wasn't his normal day, but he'd come by in the hope Rainbow could work her magic on him. The collar went around his neck, however, and her magic started.

It had taken Thunderlane months before he was comfortable relaxing and being Rainbow's pet. All the troubles and issues of work and mares slid away—they were unimportant to pets. Collaring himself for her was easy now, as was allowing himself to slip into that bestial state. Just an animal. No language skills other than what he'd been trained to understand. No words of his own. He was a dog.

Her libido stirring up, particularly at the thought of having two of her submissives with her at once, Rainbow deepened the kiss to the point where she had a wing around Feisty's neck, holding her close.

A rhythmic thumping sound broke Feisty from the kiss before her normal stamina would have. She kissed Blitz's cheek and looked to the side. A tiny part of Feisty's brain registered that there was a pegasus stallion wearing a dog collar standing behind and to the side of Blitz, but that part only had one thing it could do, and she didn't feel like saying her safe word until she knew what was going on.

"Like him? Picked him up at the pound. They said his last owner was kind, but she had to move away. His name's Pound. Isn't that right, boy?" ~~Rainbow~~ Blitz (she realized ~~she~~ he needed to get into character) reached out her hoof to Pound and offered his snout a little rub.

The smell of clouds and a little dirt reached Pound's nose. Nuzzling into the hoof, he snaked his tongue out and was careful to lick only the edge of Blitz's hoof—he'd learned that lesson well.

Feisty Flame smiled at Pound. She liked him right away on account of his friendly personality, but there was something in the back of her head that conjured up images of the dog on her back, pounding her for all he was worth. Blushing up a storm, she held a hoof out to him. "Good doggy…"

"He normally is, the guy said, but apparently Pound here has been a bit of a bad dog today. Interrupting all kinds of things." Blitz's tone was laying sarcasm on thick. "But I'm sure if he can learn to behave, there's going to be all kinds of rewards for him."

The threat and offer were obvious to Pound. Being a good boy was something that came instinctively now, but apparently he'd done something wrong. Wagging his tail, he gave a little whine as he licked Feisty's hoof—when she didn't object, he started bouncing in place excitedly and licking even more.

"That's enough. Don't want to get him too excited, Feisty. Besides, your stallion has his own desires of you." Moving quickly, Blitz tackled Feisty and pushed her back on the bed. Feisty's slit was on full display to him, though there was no sign of arousal yet.

Feisty knew her stallion was easily excitable, and she was thankful he knew what he was doing when it came to her body. She rocked to her back and wiggled her hips invitingly.

Pound whined at the sight before him. His mistress and her latest pet were having all the fun, and he was sure Blitz was making a point of waving his ass Pound's way, but he had been trained well enough to know he wasn't allowed to play yet.

Blitz dipped his head down behind Feisty and looked along her body to her face. "You look so hot like this, Feisty. On fire." Waiting for Feisty to try to say something, Blitz moved in to lick along her slit before she could do more than open her mouth.

Feisty squeezed her eyes closed and squealed in delight. No stallion in her life had made her feel as pure and feminine as Blitz. He was perfect for her, and she wouldn't accept another stallion. Though, as she squirmed and whimpered, she caught sight of Pound standing to the side.

The big dog's eyes were locked not on Feisty's eyes, but the part of her Blitz was lapping at. Feisty, for just a moment, imagined Pound licking her. He wasn't a stallion or a pony, so it wouldn't be cheating after all. Biting at her lower lip, Feisty fixated on the image of Pound doing all kinds of wild things to her.

Blitz, or rather Rainbow Dash, knew a lot about mares. Being one helped, but the most experienced mares in all Equestria wouldn't be great at eating out another mare if they were straight. Rainbow wasn't straight—she wasn't even close. Hovering firmly around pansexual, she was an equal-opportunity domme.

Having had experience with Feisty in particular meant Rainbow already knew all the little places that made her twitch, moan, and squirm all the way to orgasm. But, today wasn't going to be Feisty's day to get eaten to heaven.

When Rainbow felt Feisty getting close, she slowed down and leaned forward a bit more to lick slowly at Feisty's teats. "Did you hear that?"

Feisty wasn't just on cloud nine, she was several clouds higher than nine. "W-What, Blitz?"

"I can hear Captain Soarin calling. Look, I'll be right back in a flash, okay? You just—just keep thinking sexy things." Standing up, Rainbow turned and looked at Pound. "And you be a good boy and do everything Feisty tells you, okay?" She gave him a wink.

Rather than the front door, Rainbow turned for the door that led to her play room and pretended it was the front door, slamming it behind her with a sigh.

Feisty lay on her back, on the couch, and looked over at Pound. Her eyes traced his form and saw only the dog she'd been told to see. What immediately came to her attention, though, was the raging erection he sported.

Her heart thudding in her chest, Feisty fought with her desire for seconds before she lost. If, she thought, I had half the resolve of a Wonderbolt like Blitz, I'd be able to not invite that hunk of a dog over to fuck me. Biting her lip, Feisty looked again at the door Blitz had left through. "Y-You're a good boy, right?"

Pound's tail started wagging like crazy. Despite how much every nerve was telling him he needed to fuck the mare before him, he kept telling himself he was a good boy and good boys do what they're—

"Come on, Pound." Feisty held out her hoof. "I-I can think of a fun game we can play. Blitz should be a while, after all…"

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