After Photo Finish and her crew had departed, leaving the decommissioned hanger all but empty, Spitfire decides to regroup with her newly promoted First and Second Lieutenants, a little unsure of what to do next.
“Nice work, you two.” she said as she approached the table, curiously watching Dash guzzle a jar of frothing cider.
The Second Lieutenant wiped her mouth and sighed, looking refreshed, and Spitfire saw that there was a faint hint of color brightening her cheeks.
“Save any for your Captain, Lieutenants?” said Spitfire teasingly. Dash nodded and filled a mug from the tap of a large cider barrel, discreetly placed amongst some empty drums and partially covered by a canvas sheet. When the mug was nearly overflowing, she set it down and slid it across the table to Spitfire.
“How long has that been...” she began, then decided not to press the issue, especially with a crackling cider before her. “Actually, never mind.”
After a few sips she was feeling a little sentimental, and proposed a toast. Soarin and Rainbow Dash had just been promoted, after all, and it was a time to celebrate.
“Here’s to you, my fledgling lieutenants, and to an illustrious career.” Spitfire raised her frothing mug and the others followed suit, the three ponies knocking their tankards together and fretting little over the spillage, for there was plenty more.
Each drank greedily from their cups, with Dash finishing hers first, wiping away the foam with her hoof. Behind the foam was a happy smirk, and Spitfire found herself inclined to smile, too.
It was much same with Soarin, and when he set his cup down he felt an odd feeling of closeness between them, a sense of camaraderie that he secretly craved.
When the moment began to fade, Dash decided to seize what was left to ask a few questions of her captain.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” she began. “But why exactly were we promoted? And does this mean we have additional responsibilities?”
Spitfire had been meaning to explain her decision to them, but had yet to find the time, or the courage. Now, they had all night and a whole barrel of courage, but Spitfire still held out for another drink.
“The new recruits will need somepony they can look up to, and I....” she started, pausing to finish off another mug. For now she was still fairly young, but nopony stayed young forever, royalty excluded of course.
“As captain, I need to think about the future and, while it hurts to dwell on, I need to be sure that the Wonderbolts are in good hooves.”
The three of them drank in silence for a while, but bit by bit their passions began to flow. Suddenly, Dash propped herself up on the table with her hooves and stared deep into Spitfire’s eyes, her expression unusually serious.
“You were- are my inspiration, captain.” Spitfire glanced over at Soarin and saw him blush, then returned her gaze to her second lieutenant. “Whatever the future has in store for the Wonderbolts, one way or another, you will always be a part of that future.”
Soarin nodded in agreement and raised his mug before returning it to his lips. He was grateful to Dash for saying what he couldn’t.
Dash’s earnest intensity touched Spitfire, and maybe it was the the cider but she felt so strongly in that moment that a sudden urge came over her and she pushed herself up to match Dash’s position and pressed her lips to hers.
It was a passionate kiss, spontaneous and beautiful, so much so that simply watching from the sidelines made Soarin hard.
When Spitfire pulled away she was smiling and blushing, her eyes flitting between Dash’s astonished expression, and Soarin’s. “There is something I’d like to try.” she said, and in a moment’s time the three of them were on the cold floor of the hangar, making it warm with Spitfire’s instruction.
Dash lowered herself onto Soarin’s face, pinning him to the floor, but even if he could move he didn’t want to. His muzzle was buried in Dash behind, and he quickly went to work using his tongue to dig his way into her pussy, grabbing short gasps of air when she allowed. Meanwhile, his cock was sheathed in Spitfire’s ass while she gently bounced her on his swollen balls.
The two girls were breathing hard, and Dash had to admit it was a little odd to see her captain looking at her with such... affection, especially while bouncing up and down on a cock.
Again taking Dash by surprise Spitfire, drew Rainbow close with her hooves and locked her golden muzzle to her blue one. Dash’s rose-red eyes widened, then winced as she reached her climax, dropping her weight, unable or unwilling to lift her pulsing cunt as it ground against Soarin’s muzzle, drenching his face with her fluids.
A face full of Dash, Spitfire riding his cock, and the both of them making out on top of him was too much, and he let loose while thrusting his hips, plugging the captain’s anus completely, pumping her air-tight ass full of creamy cum.
Spitfire came too, the heat filling her up behind sparking the gentler release in front.
Only Soarin’s balls were visible beneath her supple ass, his shaft utterly buried inside the captain.
The girls broke their kiss and Dash released Soarin, slipping backward off his face and allowing him to catch his breath in desperate gasps.
“Sorry, Soarin.” said Dash as she braced herself on the floor, Soarin’s head between her legs.
“Don’t... worry about it.” he said when he had caught his breath.
Meanwhile, Spitfire lifted herself, unsealing Soarin’s cock and dumping his load of semen back onto his cock and balls.
“That’s... an impressive amount, Lieutenant.” she said, backing off with the aid of her wings.
“Second Lieutenant Dash, I’ll need some help cleaning this mess.” she said, licking her lips.
“Of course, captain.” was all she said.
Author's Note
A sequel of sorts to ‘Encore’ (what else?
) once again suggested by user Superfun. Tried a few things out and eventually came up with something that sort of pieced itself together over time. 
Hope you like it. 
