Author's Note
Well, here we are!
The first commissioned story I ever wrote^^
Hope it's to your liking, I'll be gone writing on my other stuff^^
Tender Wings
“Hey, Dash! Get your head out of the clouds; this needs to be perfect later!” Spitfire yelled for what seemed like the tenth time today. “This is our most important show, so get yourself together rookie!”
“I got it, I got it,” Dash grumbled back, continuing with her routine.
Spitfire narrowed her eyes at the rather mediocre performance, following the rainbow maned pegasus through the cloud-course, missing a few important rings and corners.
Soarin just shook his head. “Another four rings and two corners. Dash, what is wrong with you?”
“I had enough of this,” Spitfire mumbled before picking up her whistle and blowing into it. “ROOKIE! Get down here, NOW!”
It didn’t take long for the mare to get down, irritated and distracted as she was. “What?!” she snapped, making Soarin and Spitfire share a quick look before the latter sighed.
“Dash, what is wrong with you? You fly like a filly trying out her wings.”
“I’m fine.”
Soarin snorted. “Sorry, Dash, but you’re not. Seventeen rings and five corners in total, you were never this bad on those Parcours.” Then, he added on a softer note, to which Spitfire nodded, ”You can talk to us, Dash, always. I thought we made that clear the last time?”
“And what does that bucking give me when all we do is hide?” Dash sneered back. “I’m not allowed to do anything, and thanks to the new sponsor we’ve had to hide for three months! And all just because they are traditional-minded.”
Spitfire and Soarin both looked down at this. That, they could understand. It was a hard time for them, too. Ever since they started a deeper relationship with Dash, they would scurry away, or just go out every so often. Something they hadn’t done in three months.
“Maybe it’s time to do something with her again,” Soarin scratched the back of his head. “I mean, I can’t say I don’t miss our evenings or nights out. And the nights in,” he added, blushing.
“There is just one problem,” the captain replied, her wings twitching. “The others and the sponsor. We go out, we are done.”
“We don’t need to go out really… I mean, some action movies, popcorn, and drinks at home sound nice too, right?” Dash almost pleaded.
Spitfire sighed, facehoofing. “While I appreciate your thoughts, Dash, there is only one problem…” Both of her teammates looked at her, awaiting an explanation. “You think nopony will notice if we go to mine or Soarin’s apartment together?”
“True, I wouldn’t be surprised if our front doors are swarmed by paparazzi at the moment, waiting for us to go home,” Soarin added.
It was quiet as all three looked down, but they didn’t miss Dash’s mumbling, blushing harder and harder.
“What was that, Dash?”
“We could go to my house,” she answered, still quietly.
“Your house?” Soarin asked, eyebrows raised. “Your house that is a good four-hour flight away floating over Ponyville?”
Spitfire hummed. “Well, it could work. The papers never published anything about where she lives, exactly, only mentioning she is from Ponyville. So that might be our best chance. Besides,” she grinned at Soarin. “Four hours for a normal pegasus, and I sure doubt we are normal.”
“Alright, alright,” the stallion gave up. “But after the show. Dash, you have to get through this show perfectly, and afterward, we fly to your house and have a great night, alright?”
“Awesome!” Dash pumped her hoof into the air, excited. “You won’t regret it!”
***
They didn't regret it. Besides a few rowdy pegasus paparazzi they quickly lost, everything went smoothly. As the three pegasi angled their direction towards Ponyville, Soarin and Spitfire had to chuckle at the eager prismatic mare. Not only did she fly flawlessly in the show, she even one-upped both of them with her sonic rainboom and a few other stunts. She was excited.
Rainbow Dash didn’t even notice her chuckling, gazing, and whispering teammates more than a few lengths behind her. No, she was way too focused on getting home and finally having some private moments for themselves.
“Do you think this will only end in movies and popcorn?” Soarin quietly talked with Spitfire, making sure the prismatic mare stayed ahead, oblivious to their conversation.
“Well,” Spitfire smirked. “I don’t have a problem with some action. How long since our last time? Way before the new sponsor?. It used to be common between us, Soarin, but now there hasn’t been more than a friendly hug in months.”
“You are certainly eager. I guess your feelings didn’t change?”
Spitfire paused for a few moments before she silently laughed. “No, Soarin, they didn’t change. I still want the life I promised Dash as soon as we’re retired. That might happen for us sooner than her, but I’m perfectly fine with waiting.” She stopped, coughing. “This time.”
“It’s not like you to be this soft, Spits.” Soarin laughed back, just to wince and drop a few meters as she delivered a hard punch into his sides. “Okay, okay, I got the message,” he wheezed.
“And don’t you ever forget it,” she growled back before looking ahead again. “What is your stand on this?”
Soarin hummed, just keeping pace for a while as he tried to sort his thoughts. Indeed, what was his stand? “I think I’m in for the ride in between. I don’t want to come between you two, but I certainly won’t say no to fun if you invite me.”
“Oh, I just hope you’re in for a pretty bumpy but awesome ride.”
He didn’t answer, just smiled as they continued on their way. Time seemed to fly quickly as the trio made their way to Ponyville, reaching the relatively small town just at the approach of dusk.
“C’mon, you two, I parked my home next to the crystal castle!” Rainbow shouted before bolting towards the north, quickly gaining speed.
Spitfire smiled and shot after her while Soarin was confused as ever. “She parked her home? What does that mean?” He quickly got his answer as two big buildings appeared. One standing on the ground, one floating next to it. “She owns a damn cloud palace?!”
“Built it myself,” Dash proclaimed proudly as she landed at the front door. “Took a while and a lot of sneaking clouds from the factory, but it’s mine.” She lightly pushed the door open and motioned inside. “Step in. There was a sentence the egghead would use but I have no idea how to spell or pronounce it.”
“Mi casa es su casa?” Soarin chuckled, and Rainbow nodded as they went inside.
“Do you guys want a tour, or to just sit down and relax while I prepare the movie and the snacks? I think we could use a break and something to- ahh,” Dash tried to ask but was stopped as Spitfire sauntered up to her, pulling her into a winged embrace before giving her a deep kiss.
“I think I got a better idea,” Spitfire whispered into her ear as soon as she broke the kiss, followed up by a soft lick. “And how about we reverse the roles from that one time. You in control… I know you still got the ropes and toys I bought you, Dashie.”
“I….I… wuh?!”
“I think you broke her,” Soarin chuckled. “That was pretty much a surprise.”
Spitfire gave him a knowing smirk before continuing, “And here I thought you were awesome enough to handle the heat.”
That was certainly enough to rip the prismatic mare out of her stupor, making her growl. “Oh yeah? The bedroom is up the stairs. Let’s see who can’t handle the heat!”
She didn’t have to tell Spitfire twice, as the mare went ahead, using her tail to give Dash a small flick upon the muzzle, hips swaying strongly from side to side. Dash was practically drooling as she followed her captain up the stairs, a chuckling Soarin following them.
He took his time looking around, impressed by the size. Downstairs looked massive, but even the floor upstairs wasn’t small with a bathroom, a guest room, and then the big bedroom. As he arrived there, his jaw nearly unhinged.
There they were, with Rainbow Dash in the process of tying Spitfire using ropes.
The resulting snap as his wings snapped open made him flinch and both mares looked at him with a smirk.
“I think he likes what he sees,” Dash laughed, before making her way to Soarin, circling him. “You have two choices now, big guy. First, you join Spitfire there and have no control over this. Second, you help me as long as you can follow orders.”
Soarin stood stock still, his wings fully extended, not making a sound. Only as Rainbow brought a hoof down hard, did he blink out of his stupor. “Huh? Oh! I-I take the second option!”
Rainbow smirked before turning back to Spitfire, licking her lips. Before the bound mare could ask anything, she leaned down and nibbled softly on her muzzle, trailing down to her neck, eliciting some soft moans. Those soft moans turned hard and throaty as the prismatic mare bit down.
“D-Dash, aaaahhh-” was all Spitfire brought out before her aggressor bit down harder, smiling as she moved back up.
“Be quiet, captain.”
It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t a soft whisper. It was a command to be followed.
The mare in question whimpered, but stayed quiet as Rainbow Dash got back down, licking gently from her muzzle down to the fluff of her chest, gently nuzzling it. “That’s a good mare.”
Rainbow teased her, her licks, bites and nuzzles never moving down too much, always stopping short under her belly, just to wander upwards again followed by more nibbles. Just more nibbles, before the actions repeated.
They repeated four more times before Spitfire hissed. “Dash! If you don’t get down there soon I’m going to add fifty laps to your next trainiiiiiinggg-aaaaaahhhh” her words quickly became a cry as Dash bit down hard, growling at her.
Spitfire kept her muzzle shut as the prismatic mare took her time, gently nibbling and licking her way up and down her body, but it stopped too soon for her liking. Looking up confused, Dash was holding a blindfold in her wings. She knew she couldn’t win, so just nodded slightly with a wince, letting her put it around her head and over her eyes. Dash kept near her for a few more moments, presumably to test if she was really blinded, before moving away.
The next touch, Spitfire had to admit, shocked her to the core. It felt like a paddle, just a bit softer and smaller, making her coat tingle, her body growing hot. Dash knew exactly how to push her buttons.
“Did you think I would forget?” Dash asked and Spitfire gasped as the soft instrument made a harsh contact with her right flank. “I know what you like, and I know what makes you cum hard, quickly.”
The next contact she felt were slow nibbles over her wings, straightening her primaries and secondaries, putting them right while wasting no time to add pressure on certain points. She had to admit that Dash knew what she was doing. Although, it shouldn’t have been a surprise, knowing how spotless the prismatic mare’s always were.
Her moans picked up as Dash alternated between preening and adding small hits with the instrument, making shudders running up and down her body and letting her leak hard on the bed. “Please… no more teasing… please,” she whispered.
Spitfire shuddered as the instrument and the touch on her wings withdrew, making her wonder what would happen next. The first hint was added weight on the cloudbed around her head, barely noticeable. Her next hint was the strong, but pleasant musk infiltrating her nose, and then something dripping onto her snout. Licking it up, she moaned. Tangy, with a spicy, rainbow-fountain note, not unlike the ones the rainbow factory produced. She loved the taste and she knew exactly who it belonged to.
“Well? I would start licking or do you not want your release?” Rainbow teased, lowering her haunches a bit more just to inhale sharply as Spitfire attacked her marehood with gusto. “That, that is a good mare!”
The captain did what she was told, but soon felt a bit uncared for. She didn’t see the nodding to Soarin who just stood over her, his wings still unfolded to full extent, his stallionhood erect and dripping. She did, however, notice his muzzle between her legs.
Rainbow chuckled after a particularly loud moan. “I’m not forgetting good mares, and don’t worry, he’s just warming you up.”
She wanted to disagree, wanting to say how she needed no such thing, that her body was already hot and ready. Spitfire knew she had better shut up and continue licking the deliciously blue slit on top of her, changing from long, soft licks to short nomming, ending on Dash’s clit.
Soon, she was distracted by a tongue retracting and a particular shape lining up with her marehood, followed by a moan of her name by Soarin, excited to finally take part. She nearly didn’t hear Dash’s question.
“I asked if you were in heat or going to be in the next few days,” Rainbow Dash growled, bringing the small whip down onto Spitfire’s teats, making the mare cry out in pain and pleasure.
“N-No! I’m not due for 2 more weeks at leaaaaaaaahhhhh!”
The rest of her sentence was washed in a loud, screamed moan as Soarin entered her without bravado, his quickly building up thrusts pushing her further forward, adding to her ministrations to Dash’s marehood, she picked up the pace in return.
Spitfire was lost to her senses, licking Dash’s marehood as Soarin pushed deep into her, making her cry out and becoming more frantic and sloppy. The prismatic mare didn’t seem to mind, riding her muzzle and adding a few more lashes, all three of them crying out.
Dash was close, so very close, but she wanted to hold on longer than Soarin did. The stallion was sweating profusely, trying his best to hold it in, but in the end the will to fill Spitfire won out. The captain shuddered as he sped up, pistoning in and out before ramming it in, making her inhale sharply before letting loose a scream upon being filled, her back arching slightly.
While she prefered mares, Spitfire had to admit there was a nice, warm, fuzzy feeling about being filled by a stallion. That feeling was quickly displaced by lust again as she felt Dash’s hoof roaming her feathers and grabbing her tail in her muzzle as she moved forward. She knew what Dash wanted to do; she dreaded and looked forward to it at the same time and increased her ministrations.
Her efforts were quickly rewarded with the muffled scream of the prismatic mare, yanking harshly on her tail in the process, making her eyes go wide and shooting her over the edge. As Rainbow shakily came on her muzzle, her own marehood contracted, squirting fluid upon the sheets and floor.
“Okay, I think this was a good idea,” Spitfire panted once Dash rolled to the side, spent. “We need to do this more often again. To Tartarus with this flight or the hiding.”
“Glad you agree, captain,” Dash snickered tiredly, laying her chest on Spitfire’s flank.
“This will be a mess, but worth it,” Soarin agreed as he climbed onto the bed and the captain’s other side.
Yes, it would be a mess.
Spitfire had to chuckle.
But it would be their mess, and everything would turn out just fine.
