Rainbow-Dash and Soarin entered the locker-room as the rest of the team was leaving, having just concluded the special finale they had been training for. They were met with smiles and cheers and as they trotted to their lockers.
Spitfire was the last to leave, watching the pair chat casually about nothing. She was proud of them both, which meant they were do for a little teasing.
She approached just as Dash had begun to dress down, causing Soarin to trail off mid-sentence. The captain took advantage of this to startle him.
“Nice work you two.” said Spitfire, trying not to laugh as Soarin ripped his gaze from Dash’s flanks, his cheeks flushed. Spitfire carried on as if she hadn’t noticed.
“I have to admit, I was a little apprehensive when you first pitched me the idea.” Spitfire was looking at Dash over Soarin’s shoulder while she said this.
Rainbow had gone back to removing her suit, and replied without looking. “Yeah I remember. You drilled me pretty hard.”
Spitfire laughed. “That was supposed to be Soarin’s job.” she said, winking at Soarin, who’s eyes went wide. He turned his head to look at Dash, who was just shaking loose her mane and tail, and was dazzled with a sudden burst of color. He shook it off, returning to face his captain, his expression one of exasperation and humiliation.
“I’m only teasing.” said Spitfire, committing that expression to memory. “Dash wasn’t even paying attention.”
“Attention to what?” asked Dash, walking up beside Soarin. He stiffened a little at her proximity, all of him.
“Don’t worry about it.” said Spitfire, turning to leave. “We may not have anymore shows but we still gotta clear out before the fillies arrive for the junior event.”
With a curt salute she sauntered off—her blaze of a tail sweeping hypnotically behind her—leaving Soarin alone with Dash, feeling nervous and aroused.
Dash swung around, purposefully grazing Soarin with her tail as she moved back to her locker.
Amid silent lamentation he hastily began to remove his suit, realizing that in his distraction he had hardly begun, while Dash was already unclothed.
“Relax dude.” said Dash suddenly. “Don’t let her get to you.”
Soarin stiffened up again, turning his head slowly to respond. “What do you-.” he began, then followed her gaze down to his traitorously erect penis.
Nervously, he put his hoof behind his head. “I, uhh...” he muttered, trying not to meet her gaze.
“It’s ok, man.” said Dash. “It happens. I’m actually kinda flattered.” She slammed her locker shut and leaned sideways against it.
“So you heard what the captain said after all?” he asked shyly.
Rainbow shook her head. “Didn’t have to. That thing is not easily concealed.”
She looked down at his swollen cock again, her gaze causing it to react, growing long enough to droop under its own weight.
“Hold still.” Before he could say a word she dropped down beneath him, ass in the air, and crawled closer to his cock, pressing her lips against its flared tip. That was all it took to send the blood rushing into it, making it extend just enough to slip suddenly inside her mouth.
She flicked her tongue over the sensitive opening, and in response Soarin thrust forward involuntarily, his cock slipping further into her mouth until it grazed the back of her throat.
RD’s wings flew open, and Soarin gently began to withdraw his member, feeling the ridges of her teeth on his skin. With more force he jammed his cock deeper, leaving no room to breathe. He shuddered, pumping the contents of his balls directly down her throat with a series of staggering sighs.
When he was finished he had to step back to slide his loosening dong out from its sheath. When the fog cleared from his mind he saw Dash on the floor, coughing, and was overcome with guilt.
“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean-“
RD cut him off with a raised hoof. Swallowing hard, she stood up and shook herself off. “That was intense. I didn’t think you had it in you.” she said between breaths. “That thing should be classified as a weapon.”
“I shouldn’t have done that.” said Soarin, eyes downcast.
“Probably not.” Dash agreed, standing on her hind legs and bracing herself against the lockers. “Wanna do something else you probably shouldn’t?” she asked, brushing aside her tail.
She closed her eyes, bracing herself, only to be surprised by the wet sensation of Soarin’s tongue probing her pussy like a hound in a foxhole.
Soarin plunged his muzzle deeper into her juicy behind, slurping desperately and stirring her flanks with his hooves until she began to moan.
Suddenly he stopped, and Dash nearly melted to the floor. “Why the heck did you-.”
It felt to Dash as though a tree had sprouted beneath her, shooting straight into her pussy to hammer against her womb. She slumped as it retreated, knocking again like an impatient guest, harder than before.
She was lifted off the floor to the very tips of her hooves, impaled on his cock. A moment later both their wings flew wide, and a drawn out, shuddering sigh escaped in increments from their mouths.
They remained this way, frozen in ecstasy, Soarin filling Dash with semen, her pussy plugged so tightly that hardly a drop could escape.
When Soarin came to his senses once more his legs nearly failed him, and he stepped quickly back, wincing as he unthreaded his sensitive sausage from Dash’s insides as she slid down to the floor.
The flared edges of Soarin’s cock sliped past her lower lips and popped the cork on about 400ccs of nut-milk, which spilled out slowly through the gates of her pulsating pussy.
The sound of their own breathing died down, and all was quiet until a small gasp from across the locker-room drew their attention to an increasing audience of astonished fillies, arriving for the next event. Soarin recalled Spitfire’s warning too late.
Author's Note
Well, that took longer than intended. A bit of a far cry from my normal, uh, stuff. This was my first ever request, and here’s hoping I didn’t botch it too badly. Thanks again ‘superfun’ for entrusting me with your idea, I hope you enjoyed it somewhat. 
