Yeah, Coach

by Rimmer

Rating: mature
Tags: Equestria Girls, Sex, Spitfire, Human, Porn, Fetish, Rainbow Dash
Length: 5287

After a particularly grueling soccer game, Rainbow Dash gets a little pick-me-up from her coach.

Rainbow Dash, captain of the Wondercolts Soccer team, was a good player. Dare she say the best player on her team. So she's understandably disappointed after a grueling game and hard loss. Luckily, Coach Spitfire recognizes her effort with a bit of a pick me up when she's feeling down.

TRIGGERS: Sweat/Musk, Age Difference (Coach/Student Relationship), Futa Spitfire, Scent Kink, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Creampie, Pubic Hair, Armpit Kink, Sex in the coach's office, Strangely soft sex for my usual writing.

Preread by Kodeake

Published 2022-08-01 14:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-08-01 14:10:00 UTC

Tough Loss

Rainbow Dash is 18+ in this story.

It was hot out. Like, really hot.

Before she had even gotten out on the field, Rainbow Dash was sweating up a storm. Now, they were wrapping up the final quarter of the game, and she was soaked. Her hair was tousled and stuck in long, thin strands against her damp forehead, even with her hair tie holding the rest of it back in a loose ponytail.

It was a tough fight. They had the upper hand just one quarter ago, and then they came back from their half time break and fell apart. It was a disaster. The heat sure as hell didn't help their team morale, either.

She leaned forward, hands on her knees and stared down the center of the opposing team. The seconds ticked down until the ref blew the whistle and Rainbow Dash lunged forward. She wrapped the top of her foot around the soccer ball and pulled it away from the other player and towards herself.

The athlete weaved and dodged through the opposing players and dribbled right down. She had a straight shot for the goal. The goalie tensed up in anticipation of her shot. She was so close! Just a couple more yards away from the goal line and -

The whistle blew. The other team cheered. The game was over. They had lost. Shit.

Obligatory high fives, ‘good games’, and a defeated walk later, Rainbow was sitting on a bench in the Canterlot high locker room with her head in her hands. Fleet Foot, the last of her teammates, turned off the shower and headed to the locker across from her to get dressed. Rainbow didn't even have the drive in her to sneak a peek at her bare ass as she dropped the towel to put on her thin panties. Nor did she get the usual joy out of seeing the tight cameltoe as she pulled up her leggings.

"See ya' later, Dash," she said as she grabbed her gym bag and headed out. Rainbow gave a non committal wave in response before once more burying her head in her hands.

Sometimes, a loss just really hit her hard. This was one of those times. It wasn't like she had never lost before. She had lost plenty of times. But they had been on such a streak. Ten whole games without a single loss, and then, they were off their game just this once and-

"Dash."

Her name was said sharply, in a commanding tone that made her involuntarily flinch. But it worked to pull her out of her spiral, and she sighed. "Yes, Coach?" she replied, her voice tired and dry. She raised her head as she heard heavy footsteps come over to her and saw her coach's deep blue slacks appear in front of her.

"Tough loss today," Spitfire said absently as she looked down at the athlete.

"Yeah, I know," Dash sighed back. "We had it in the first half, but then fell apart after halftime. I just don't know what happened." Her voice was thick and frustrated. "Sorry, coach."

Spitfire huffed. "Don't apologize, Dash," she replied. "You played hard. Good game."

"Thanks," replied Rainbow quietly, and then she lowered her head again.

It appeared that her coach was going to have none of that. "My office. Let's go," Spitfire waved a hand in a vague gesture towards her office.

"I haven't showered yet, coach," Dash replied in a weak excuse.

Spitfire stared at her for a moment, a contemplative look in her eye. "It's fine. Come on. You can shower later."

Rainbow shrugged and stood to follow her coach. Her body ached as she walked, and her muscles screamed in protest at the movement. Her entire upper body felt as though it had locked up, and she walked stiffly down to the other end of the locker room.

"Your body hurt?" Spitfire asked as she watched Dash slowly enter her office.

Rainbow nodded. "Not hurt so much, just, very tense," she replied. "I mean, my legs are sore but my upper body just feels like I got hit by a train."

Her coach hummed in reply. "Take a seat there, pop a few Advil," she instructed, and tossed over a bottle of painkillers. Dash reflexively caught the projectile in mid air and took a seat in the chair as she was told. "You want a massage?" Spitfire asked as the girl swallowed the painkillers. "Might help with the tension."

Rainbow nodded. "Oh, yes... please," she said. Spitfire's massages were legendary, and seemed to take away any physical ailment anyone on the soccer team had.

"Where’s it tight?" her coach asked as she rubbed her hands together and stepped towards the athlete.

Dash gestured to her upper back area as best she could. "My upper back. A little bit of my neck, but mainly around my shoulders," she replied.

Spitfire nodded and stepped behind her. She placed her hands on the athlete's shoulders and gently began to squeeze and flex her fingers against Dash's taught muscles rhythmically. She could feel the knots that had tightened up around the girl's neck, and she worked to release them as best she could. Having been doing athletic medicine for the few years that she had, it wasn't really too much of a challenge.

Dash relaxed into her coach's touch. The firm hands kneaded into her tight shoulders and gently chased the pain and stress away, and she had to hold back a moan at how nice it felt. The tension slowly eased its way out of her back and her shoulders loosened. She slumped in the seat, a look of pure relaxation on her face as she closed her eyes.

“You’ve had a good season, Dash,” Spitfire said as she worked. “Don’t let this one loss get you down. You’ll get back in stride next week.”

Rainbow sighed. “I know it’s not a big deal, but-”

“No buts,” Spitfire interrupted. “You had a lot of things going against you out there. Appaloosa has been undefeated all season, too. Plus, that sun was beating down on you girls like an oven.” She leaned in to emphasize her next comment. “You’re a great player, Dash, and you’re the captain of a great team. Always remember that.”

The athlete let out another sigh. “Thanks, coach,” she said. “That means a lot.”

The other woman hummed in response and kept the massage going, even though it's main purpose had been served. She stopped forcefully kneading on the back and instead transitioned to more of a rubbing motion - a gesture to show that she was still there. She moved around to the other side to face Rainbow's front, and began to press her thumbs into the crooks of Dash's shoulders.

In this new position, Rainbow, in the chair, was eye level with her waist, and couldn't help but chance a glance to the side at her coach's crotch. Just barely visible was a small bulge between her legs, poking up through the fabric and trying to break free.

Rainbow had known about it, of course - it had been a long standing rumor among the team that the coach was packing a little something extra. Although it hadn’t been confirmed until a rather unfortunate wardrobe choice and equally ill-timed boner during a practice had made it abundantly clear. The team collectively decided to keep it a secret on their Coach’s behalf (Only after Spitfire promised to end practice early as a show of “good faith”).

Rainbow breathed deeply. She could smell the musky sweat coming from within Spitfire's pants, and couldn't deny the need it was awakening in her. Her breaths came slightly heavier, and she rubbed her thighs together to try and quell the feeling. Without thinking about it, she leaned imperceptibly closer to her coach's crotch and breathed in again. She could smell the sex oozing out of the tight fabric, and she wanted it to be free.

Spitfire noticed the athlete's subtle descent into lust. It wasn’t the first time, of course - she had dealt with plenty of horny teenagers over the years. She humored it for a few moments, but gently removed her hands from the girl's shoulders as Dash began to lean towards her waist. "Dash," Spitfire said softly. The girl looked up to face her, a glinting need in the back of her eyes that Spitfire instantly recognized. "We can't." Rainbow's eyes looked up into hers, and her gaze softened. "We shouldn't," she amended. “You know that.”

“But we can,” whispered Dash as she reached out and placed her hand on the side of her coach’s waist. Spitfire’s breath hitched at the contact, and she lowered her hand to try and guide Dash’s away, but the younger girl was too fast and slid her hand further down Spitfire’s leg. “We both want it, we’re both adults, why shouldn’t we?”

Spitfire paused for a moment, and then gently placed her hand over Rainbow’s. But she didn’t remove it yet. “I’m your coach,” she answered softly. “I’m practically your teacher. It’s… I… I could get in a lot of trouble, Rainbow.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” came Dash’s quick reply. Her hand tightened against Spitfire’s waist, and the older woman groaned as her pants seemed to get tighter.

“W-what if we get caught?”

“We won’t,” replied Dash as her hand drifted back towards Spitfire’s backside.

“I’m almost twice your age...” She was running out of excuses now, and both of them knew it.

“You’re barely thirty,” came Rainbow’s husky voice. “And I wouldn’t care, anyways.” She cupped Spitfire’s ass with her wandering hand, and gently pulled her closer.

The woman put her other hand back on Rainbow’s shoulder to steady herself as her waist was drawn into the athlete’s touch. Her crotch was now right in front of Rainbow’s face, and the girl leaned in to nuzzle against the bulge in Spitfire’s athletic pants.

Spitfire could no longer hold back. She wanted this just as much as Rainbow Dash did. Slowly, reluctantly, she bucked her hips forward. The motion was almost imperceptible, but the girl below her noticed it.

“Yeah?” teased Dash huskily. “I knew it.”

“Are you sure?” Spitfire asked, needing one last, definite verbal consent.

“Yes,” breathed Dash.

Spitfire let out a shuddering sigh. “Then fuck it.”

She ground forward and pushed her hardening package against Dash’s waiting face. The girl responded by reaching up with her other hand and firmly grabbed the woman’s ass, keeping her close as she pressed her nose into the cloth-covered cock.

Rainbow planted a kiss on the bulging fabric as Spitfire unbuttoned her own shirt with the hand she wasn’t using to steady herself. Rainbow placed a trail of kisses upwards on her toned abs as the cloth was parted. She barely even registered what she was doing, lost in the haze of lust as she made her way upward. But as Spitfire pulled away to fully shed her opened shirt, Rainbow looked up and got her first good look at her coach’s bare chest.

Spitfire’s large, firm breasts were barely contained within a simple, black bra, and Rainbow desperately wanted to reach up and latch onto the pillowy mounds and squeeze. Her eyes drifted downwards to the impressive definition of the woman’s abs, just below her perfect bust. However, her eyes were drawn even further downwards to the thin trail of fiery red hair that started just under her coach's belly button and trailed down and disappeared beneath the waistband of her blue slacks.

Her coach reached up to stretch a bit, and it was then that Rainbow noticed the patches of darker red hair that were nestled within Spitfire's armpits. Spitfire noticed her gaze and smirked down at her in surprise. "See something you like?" she asked sultrily.

The teasing pulled Rainbow out of her trance and she found her voice. "You... you don't shave?" she asked softly.

"Nope," Spitfire replied with a smile. She reached down with one hand to softly brush at the tufts in her pits. "Never have. Probably never will." Her hand trailed lower and slid to the waistband of her pants. "I don't shave down here, either." She hooked a thumb into her waistband and pulled them down slightly, revealing a thicker patch of hair right above her crotch. "I only shave my legs. Nowhere else."

Rainbow didn't exactly know why her coach having body hair turned her on so much. Sure, she could always appreciate a good, well-groomed carpet - she had one of her own - but she hadn't expected for an abundance to awaken such a primal need in her. She needed to see it, to feel it, to smell it, to taste it.

"Go on," the older woman said quietly. "It’s okay." Rainbow looked up to confirm her coach’s consent. “You know you want to,” was her verbal response.

She didn’t know how right she was, how much Dash wanted to. Almost against her will, as if entranced, she leaned in and wrapped her arms around her coach's waist. Her nose pressed into the exposed hairy patch above Spitfire's crotch, and she inhaled deeply. She let out a strange, strangled sigh as the potent, sweaty, and musky scent filled her nose and drifted over her mind. The scent was intoxicating, and Dash found herself taking another sniff, and another, until she was practically huffing the older woman's pubic crotch-stank.

A gentle hand settled on top of her head and gently scratched at her scalp as she breathed in Spitfire's most intimate scent deeply. The coarse hairs tickled her nose as she sniffed, and the smell clouded her mind in a haze of deep lust. She could spend hours down here, if not an eternity, buried in her coach's pubic forest. Breathing in the heavy scents of sweat and sex and of her. It was wonderful.

Gently, she felt Spitfire pull her head back and away from her crotch. She looked up in question as to why her coach would take this wonderful scent away from her, but Spitfire just smirked down at her as she let go of her head and hooked her other hand in the waistband of her slacks. Then, with a swift tug, she pulled them down.

Spitfire's cock sprang free from the confines of her pants, bobbing gently in the air. It was already rock hard and throbbing in anticipation. It was easily close to nine inches long, and glistened with a thin sheen of sweat that had gathered from being cooped up inside the woman's pants all day long. Her balls are quite large also, hanging neatly just below her shaft in a loose pouch. The dark red hair spread out from her groin and covered each of the large, sweaty orbs as well.

Rainbow was embarrassed to say that she felt her mouth watering at the sight. The scent of her coach's sweaty crotch was even stronger now, permeating the room with her heady musk. Dash rubbed her thighs against each other and felt the wetness that was rapidly gathering in between them. She needed some relief, now.

Dash stood up and pressed her body up against Spitfires. She was several inches shorter than the older woman, and her eyes were level with her coach’s lips. "Can I take this off?" she whispered as she linked her fingers around the clasp of Spitfire’s bra. She nodded her consent and Rainbow made quick work of unlatching the garment and began to lift it off.

Spitfire raised her arms to allow the athlete to pull the underwear off, which was quickly done and cast off to the side. However, the action of baring her armpits a second time to the younger woman took Dash's attention away from her perfect boobs and back to the thick tufts of armpit hair in her pits.

Unable to resist, nor wanting to, Rainbow leaned in and pressed her face into the cleft of Spitfire's armpit. Her nose dug into the hairy, sweaty forest of her coach's underarm, and she inhaled the sweaty stink as deeply as she could. Her hand reached up to grope at one of the bare, firm breasts as she breathed in deeply and she heard Spitfire sigh at the touch.

"Jeez, kid," she said quietly. "You got a thing for pits, huh?"

"I guess so," Dash murmured in reply, not wanting to pull away. "I didn't really know until just now." She closed her eyes and sniffed deeply again and gave Spitfire's boob a firm squeeze. Her thumb grazed over the erect nipple, and the action caused the woman to shudder at the touch.

Spitfire angled her left arm even higher to provide easier access for the athlete. She could smell Dash’s sweat and lust, even with the teen’s clothes still on, and she could only imagine what her pits smelt like. But she figured she would get the opportunity to experience that later. Right now, she simply leaned back and relaxed into the firm touches of Rainbow’s hands on her boobs, and the inquisitive nose underneath her arm.

The athlete nuzzled her nose even deeper into the woman’s armpit. Her lips came up to brush against the sweaty, coarse hairs, and Dash had a sudden urge to stick her tongue out and lick at the sweaty pit. Tentatively, she pressed a gentle kiss to the damp curls and let her tongue just barely graze the skin beneath. The potent tang of Spitfire’s sweat and musk hit her taste buds like a train, and suddenly, Dash couldn’t help but be desperate for more.

She stuck out her tongue fully, and ran it through the dense hair, enjoying the salty, sour flavor of her coach’s underarm sweat, all the while sniffing to get more of that potent aroma. Spitfire let out a mirthful gasp at the odd sensation, but let Rainbow continue to explore. This was a new sensation for her, and she wanted to see where it went.

As her head began to swim in the intense scents and flavors of the sweaty underarm, Dash pulled her face out of Spitfire’s armpit and gave her boob one last, firm squeeze as she backed away. She took a deep breath to clear her head, and looked at the bare, naked woman that stood in front of her. Dash’s eyes traveled up and down Spitfire’s toned form, and as her gaze came to the woman’s muscular hips, she felt another desire come over her. Rainbow leaned down and grabbed her coach by the waist before twisting her around so that Spitfire's back was facing her. Then, she gently pushed on the woman’s shoulders to indicate she should bend over.

Spitfire didn't know what to expect as Dash bent her over her own desk. Wasn't she supposed to be the one bending Dash over? But it soon clicked as she felt the girl's hands on her ass and gently spreading her cheeks.

"Oh my gosh," she heard the athlete whisper. "You didn't even shave here..."

Spitfire smirked as Rainbow leaned in. Her pubic hair wrapped around the back of her ballsack and taint and then wrapped around her wrinkled anus in a little ring. Dash wasted no time in leaning in, pressing her nose right up against the tight pucker. The scent was even stronger here between Spitfire's cheeks. A tangy bitterness joined in with the sweat and the musk.

Dash, of course, knew the source of this new scent. It didn't gross her out as much as it should have, she reckoned. But she didn't really care. She was completely lost in the heavy scent. She needed more, though. She needed to taste it.

Spitfire let out a tiny gasp as she felt Rainbow's lips press into the center of her hairy asshole. The athlete gave the pucker a long, drawn out kiss before she stuck her tongue out and began to lick at the tight hole. She was slow at first, and only ran her tongue in a slow, detailed circle around the wrinkled flesh, careful not to miss any of it. Her sweaty anus tasted amazing, and Rainbow found herself speeding up the swirls of her tongue, desperate to get more of the salty, sour taste of Spitfire's ass.

The older woman let out a pleased sigh as Rainbow gave her a loving rimjob. She resisted the urge to reach down to her throbbing, hard cock and stroke it, instead choosing to grope at one of her breasts instead. Her fingers pinched and plucked at her erect nipples as the girl continued to eat out her backdoor, and she could feel a bead of pre oozing out of her twitching dick. However, her restraint from grabbing her shaft was tried even further when she felt Rainbow's exploratory tongue wriggle its way into her ass.

"Oooh!" Spitfire cooed out as Dash pushed her wet tongue into her butthole. "Dash!"

Rainbow grinned as she felt her coach's anus clench around her tongue, and she wriggled it even harder in response. The taste on the inside of Spitfire's ass was somehow milder than that of the outside, so she didn't linger too long. She gave the woman's rectum a thorough cleaning with the tongue before withdrawing it and gave the slightly-gaped hole another, firm wet kiss.

Spitfire pushed back against a mouth that was no longer there, whining in disappointment at the loss. But her need would soon be satisfied as she rolled back over and Rainbow trapped her lips in a deep kiss. The woman leaned in to the kiss, tasting her own ass on Rainbow's tongue. She stood slightly, rising off of her desk to press her naked body against the athlete's still mostly-clothed one. Her hand reached up to cup the younger girl's face with her hands as they stumbled forwards, away from the desk and she somehow managed to fall into her office chair. Dash refused to separate, and climbed up onto her coach's lap as they continued to make out. Spitfire's penis pressed up into the crotch of the girl's gym shorts, and she ground down onto it.

The motion pulled a moan out of both of them, and they finally pulled apart. "Pants off," ordered Spitfire in a hoarse whisper, and Dash quickly obliged. She stood back up and hooked her thumbs into either side of her shorts, and then quickly pulled them down. She shed the garment as quickly as possible before she climbed back up onto Spitfire's lap, now bare-assed.

Her coach's hard penis pressed up against the slick, bare lips of the athlete's wet pussy, and Spitfire let out a wanton sigh at the warmth that spread into her crotch. Her hands fell to Dash's toned hips, still damp with sweat, and gripped them tightly. "You ready?" she asked breathlessly, and Dash quickly nodded in reply before she lowered herself down onto the tall member beneath her.

Rainbow moaned as the hard penis speared her folds, sliding deep into her drenched slit with ease. Her body shuddered as she lowered herself down fully, until her own, smooth crotch was resting against Spitfire's pubes. She could feel the heat of her coach's lust against her own, and without any further waiting, she began to gently roll her hips.

Spitfire relished in the feeling of being buried deep within a warm, wet cunt for the first time in what felt like ages. She bucked her pelvis upwards in time with Dash's movement, thrusting her cock deeper into the girl's soaked pussy.

The room descended into a chorus of quiet grunts and panting moans as the two women made love to each other. At some point, Rainbow reached down to yank up her soccer uniform and sports bra, and tossed them into the pile of discarded clothes. Her toned body glistened with sweat from the heat and the game, and the smell of her potent body soon filled the room. Spitfire breathed it in deeply, and rubbed her hands up and down the sides of Dash’s abdomen. Her skin was slick with perspiration, and Spitfire enjoyed the feeling of easily sliding her hands across the surface of her defined form. She ran one of her palms across the girl’s firm abs before she finally leaned forward and suckled on one of Rainbow's tiny tits.

The younger girl moaned as Spitfire took a firm nipple into her mouth and sucked hard before biting down gently. She rolled the nub of flesh between her teeth for a few moments and listened with satisfaction as Rainbow hissed in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her pale, blue body writhed on top of Spitfire’s lap, and she ground her pelvis down harder onto her coach’s crotch. The action pushed her firm member even deeper into her pussy, and she moaned in response. One of the athlete's hands found their way to her short, spiked hard and she ran her blue fingers through the fiery orange locks.

As she raised her arm, the smell of her sweaty pits drifted down to Spitfire's nose, and she released the tit that was in her mouth. She maneuvered upwards to press her nose into the depths of Rainbow's sweaty armpit and breathed deeply, just as the girl had done to her before. The wetness of Dash's sweat was slick against her nose as she ran it against the girl's shaved armpit, and she soon lost herself in the dank scent of the athlete's own, personal odor.

"And you c-called me weird," Dash chuckled as she continued to grind down into Spitfire's dick. She kept one of her hands buried in her coach's hair, but lowered the other one down to squeeze gently at her other nipple that had been left unloved.

In reply, Spitfire tightened her grip on Dash's toned ass. She squeezed the cheeks tightly, enjoying the feeling of the firm muscle in her hands. She pulled them apart, and sneaked a finger further into the crack of the athlete's ass to tease at the other, tighter hole in her rear. Rainbow moaned at the unexpected touch, and angled her ass outward to provide the finger with better access to her anus.

"You like that?" whispered Spitfire, pulling her nose out of the girl's sweaty armpit as her finger traced gentle circles against the wrinkled flesh. Rainbow hummed affirmatively in response, and Spitfire reached down and ran her finger against the bottom of Dash's vagina, slicking it up with the copious amounts of love juice that had been gushing from the wet cunt since they started. Then, she brought it back up to the athlete's anus, and pressed gently against the center of the rosebud.

Rainbow let out a low moan as Spitfire's middle finger slowly wriggled inside of her butt. She pushed backwards in encouragement, silently begging for the digit to be pushed even further into her ass. Spitfire obliged, and sunk her finger in up to her knuckle before pulling it out slowly and reinserting it.

The athlete's rocking grew more intense and more frantic as Spitfire fingered her asshole. Both of her holes were filled nicely, and she was growing closer and closer to climaxing. Her increased motion was also dragging the woman under her closer to the brink of her own orgasm.

"Dash," grunted Spitfire. "I'm gonna... I'm about to..." she trailed off, and tried lifting the athlete off of her lap. But, to her surprise, Rainbow thrusted back down onto her cock and buried deep in her pussy once again.

"Inside," whispered Dash, her voice begging. Spitfire briefly panicked at the thought of knocking up one of her athletes, but Rainbow shushed her before she could speak with a quick and gentle kiss. "It's okay. I'm on the pill." She gently began to rock her hips against her coach's hard length again, and managed to somehow take the member even deeper into herself. Spitfire could not hold back a moan as she felt Rainbow's tight, wet, inner walls grip her cock. It wasn't much longer before she reached the edge of her climax, and tumbled over it to reach her orgasm.

Her balls pulled tight against the base of her cock as she came. Hot, thick semen rocketed up the length of her shaft and erupted into Rainbow's pussy, painting her insides with warm, white cum. Rainbow let out a loud moan as she felt Spitfire cum inside her, and she lowered herself down fully on her cock, desperate to feel her fertile seed in the deepest parts of her pussy. The feeling of Spitfire pouring her hot love deep inside of her pushed her over the edge, and took her breath away as she, too, came.

Rainbow half grunted half moaned as she climaxed. She pressed her shuddering body against Spitfire's and held onto her coach tightly as a gentle spray of her juices splashed against the older woman's hairy crotch. Feeling the girl's anus clench around her finger as she came, Spitfire gently removed it from Dash's butt as the cloud of orgasmic pleasure cleared from her own mind. Her face was still buried inside of the girl's armpit, and she took one last deep breath of Dash's sweat and pheromones before pulling her face back and looking up into the eyes of her lover.

The athlete's eyes were half lidded with bliss, but they gazed down fondly into Spitfire's own. She leaned down to give her coach a firm kiss before she cradled her head into the older woman's shoulder.

Gently, Spitfire lifted Rainbow off of her lap, and Rainbow cooed as the length slid out of her used pussy. The woman's softening cock draped across her thigh, coated in a thick, glistening sheen of Dash's pussy juice and her own, thick cum. No longer blocked by her penis, Dash's pussy began to leak a deluge of Spitfire's thick spunk. The mixture of girl cum and semen smeared across the girl's lower lips. It dribbled down into the cleft of her taint and onto the worn leather of Spitfire's desk chair as it leaked out of her.

It was a mess that could be cleaned up later though.

Spitfire stood and carried Dash over to the old couch she kept against the other wall of her office. Why neither of them had thought to use it until now was anyone's guess. They had just been too caught up in the moment to think about it. The woman gently deposited the athlete onto the soft cushions before sitting down next to her. Rainbow crawled up to cuddle against her coach, and lay her head against one of the woman's firm breasts.

They sat like that for a moment, holding onto each other and breathing in the intense smell of sweat and sex that now filled the coach's office. Spitfire bright up a hand to gently run through the athlete's prismatic hair as they calmed down.

"Did you... enjoy that?" Spitfire finally asked quietly after a moment.

"Yeah," came Rainbow's whispered reply after a moment. "Was... was it good for you, too?"

Spitfire hummed in agreement. "Yeah..." she breathed softly. "Maybe we can do that again sometime." She buried her nose in Rainbow's hair, taking a deep breath. Dash only snuggled closer to her before she replied.

"Yeah, Coach. I'd love that.”

Author's Note

This is a strangely tame story somehow, considering I usually write stories about horses literally shitting on each other and eating it. But, I hope you enjoy.

If you so wish, you may consider this fic to be a deep-cut prequel to the Dirty Sunset series.