Chapter Two: On the Edge, Part 1

Contains: Straight, vanilla sex via portal, discreet sex in public, edging/orgasm denial

Rainbow Dash groaned as she was rudely forced awake by the unwanted intrusion of sunlight through her bedroom window. She rolled away from the seering brightness, but the damage was already done. Slowly, her eyes cracked open. Laying on her side, she stared out across her bedroom, glaring at the calendar that hung on the wall. It wasn’t filled with meticulous notes like Twilight’s, nor were the days crossed out as they passed. Hell, it wasn’t even turned to the right month. It just hung there, uselessly, confounding her attempts to remember whether or not she had work.

She rolled her head further towards the edge of the bed until she could see her nightstand, and the paper atop it. Scribbled dates and times were scattered haphazardly about the paper, and it took her a moment to find today. Thankfully, she had the afternoon shift, so she could probably squeeze another hour or two of sleep. Or three, and just show up late. It wouldn’t be the first time, the last, or even particularly uncommon. With the plan set, she shifted herself deeper into her mattress, and closed her eyes, ready to fall back asleep and trusting her internal clock to wake up on time.

Until her stomach growled. Loudly.

With another long, defeated groan, Rainbow rolled herself out of bed, landing on her hooves, and finding her hind legs shakier than usual.

Oh. Right.

“Well, at least I’m actually gonna get something out of this,” she muttered, reaching back with a wing and feeling along the smooth metal surface covering her marehood. Her feathers quickly found a small switch, and with a flick, the device detached itself from her rear end with an audible pop. It fell to the ground, and Rainbow looked down between her legs as a long string of jizz mixed with her own marecum followed it down, a small off-white pool quickly forming on her floor.

She grimaced. “Great. Couldn’t even clean up after himself. Typical.”

Food would have to wait, a shower was far more important. Hobbling towards the bathroom, Rainbow scooped up the portal device with a wing, the other reached back to catch the fluids leaking from her, cringing as the luke-warm slime coated her feathers. At least they could be washed, dripping all over the floor would be an even bigger headache.

Quickly jumping into her shower, Rainbow didn’t hesitate to turn it on, wincing as cold water drenched her in an instant, only gradually warming up. When it did, she wasted no time washing off her wings, discarding the metal disk to the side where it would get rinsed off. With her feathers clean, she changed focus to the source of the mess.

Several minutes of soapy scrubbing later, and she finally felt like she was clean again. The thought struck her that if she had to clean herself up every time, she’d never meet the required two hours if she had multiple customers in a row.

“Hope they like sloppy seconds,” she muttered with a slight chuckle. Yesterday it had only been once, but if she got picked multiple times, there was no way she’d waste the entire day jumping in and out of the shower.

The thought brought with it another, and from the corner of her eye she looked to the device in question. “Six hours total, huh?” She asked no one in particular. When the shower didn’t respond beyond the sound of running water, she shrugged. “May as well get started early.”

After all, the sooner she put it on, the sooner she could take it off after her ‘shift’. It wasn’t like she enjoyed wearing it.

Making sure the metal had been thoroughly hosed down, she first tried placing it with her wings, but found the angle too awkward to feel out where it needed to go. A frustrated grunt slipped out between her teeth, and Rainbow finally gave up and rolled onto her back, holding the metal plate in position with her hoof while her wing reached down and flipped the switch. Like before, it suctioned itself on, sealing firmly against her skin. She reached for the button to turn it on, hesitating for only a moment as she wiped away the smile that had crept onto her face. Keeping her face pressed into a neutral line, the portal was activated, its dull magical hum entirely drowned out by the shower. She’d have wondered if it was turned on at all were it not for the distinctly cooler, dryer air she now felt against her nethers, in stark contrast to the warm humidity of the shower.

“Open for business, I guess,” she said, the same lopsided smile as before sneaking back across her lips.

Knowing that it could still be a while before her first customer, she tried not to think about it too hard, focusing instead on finishing her shower. Though it always remained on the edge of her mind. The knowledge that she could be chosen at any minute, that anticipation of it, sent a shiver down her spine. Every time a soapy hoof brushed against the metallic device, or when she could have sworn she felt someone breathe on her folds. She could practically feel the eyes on her.

It wasn’t for another several minutes that Rainbow Dash managed to step out of the shower into her steam-filled bathroom. She quickly toweled herself off, taking care to dry the portal device covering her marehood before tossing the towel aside. From the corner of her eyes she caught her image in the foggy mirror and smirked, wiping away the condensation to get a better look at herself. Her mane and tale were still damp, giving her a more sultry look than normal.

Turning to the side, she gave the mirror a flirty smile as she admired herself. From the tips of her wings to the bottoms of her hooves, she was a fine looking mare, and she knew it. And everyone who saw her would know it too.

Turning a bit more, she stole a glance under her own tail. Where her pussy should be, there was instead nothing at all, and it was really only now that she realized just how well the metal portal device matched her coat. If she didn't know it was there, she probably wouldn't notice it at all unless she was really looking for it. She could probably wear it out in public, and no one would be the wiser. Hell, she could be getting fucked in the middle of the market and not a single soul would know it.

She shook the thoughts from her mind, forcing herself away from the mirror and out of the bathroom.

"As if I'd ever do that," she muttered to herself, stalking her way to the kitchen. A bowl sat on the table from the previous night, forgotten and, most important to her rumbling stomach, uneaten. Rainbow examined the limp, luke-warm lettuce with a frown, before quickly tossing it in the garbage and moving to her fridge.

The very empty fridge.

Her stomach growled.

"Great."

She glanced out the window. Judging by the height of the sun in the sky, Rainbow guessed that it wasn’t even noon yet - Sugarcube Corner wouldn’t be too busy right now. She had plenty of time to grab a quick breakfast before her shift started, and Pinkie always gave her a discount, so it wouldn't bite into her application funds too badly. There was only one last thing giving her pause, preventing her from just jumping out the window and flying over to her friend's bakery.

Her hind legs shifted, and she felt her cheeks flush.

She should just take it off and put it back on when she got back. She knew that was the smart thing to do. But… for some reason, she didn't really want to take it off. It wasn't like it was the first time she'd been 'available' while outside - she'd worn it home from the shop, after all. Granted, that lasted all of two minutes while she flew home as fast as she could, but it counted. Besides, she had to meet her hours for today, and there was no way she'd be wearing it at work. Which left the few hours before her shift, and the evening after.

Plus, she reasoned, if the last night was any indication, it could be hours before and between customers. What kind of weirdo would be out getting their rocks off at this time of day, anyway? She probably had plenty of time before anyone chose her.

So there was no reason to take the portal off just for the few minutes it would take her to get some breakfast. She needed to hit two hours, and breaking it already didn't make sense.

Rainbow's wings unfurled, and she eyed the open window to gauge her jump.

A quick flight to Sugarcube Corner, she'd pick up some food to go, and a quick flight back. Five minutes, tops. There was no way she'd have a customer in that short a time.

And if she was wrong…

Rainbow Dash launched herself out the window, wings beating hard against the air as she shot off towards the center of Ponyville.

If she was wrong, she'd just have to deal with it until she got home. Easy enough. Right?

Taking a deep breath of the fresh air buffeting her face, Rainbow felt herself relaxing. The wind in her feathers felt as amazing as always, and it reminded her why, exactly, she was going through all this in the first place. Her dream of flying with the Wonderbolts was finally in reach, and she'd do almost anything to make that a reality, even if it meant suffering the shame of being used by unknown stallions.

Not that it even particularly bothered her. Her thoughts drifted back to her first customer, remembering how it had felt being used by him. It sent a shudder down her spine, but even more intoxicating was the thought of her unknown customer getting off to her. He picked her over all the other mares in that lineup, and his reward was what must have been the greatest pussy of his life. She had no doubt he'd be coming back for more at some point.

In truth, rather than being embarrassed or ashamed of the situation, Rainbow felt only an ego-stroking pride.

And no small amount of arousal, as she felt herself wink into the warm air beyond the portal.

Her thoughts were forcefully pulled back as she landed in front of her destination, the bakery thankfully rather quiet, in the lull between the breakfast and lunch crowds. A few ponies were enjoying a late brunch, but the shop was otherwise empty. The perfect situation to slip in and out without drawing attention or taking too long.

The happy jingle of a bell announced her arrival, and she knew it wouldn't be long before-

"Heya Dashie!"

Rainbow's ears pressed themselves flat against her head at the sudden shout right next to her, she turned her head, a weak smile on her lips. "Hey, Pinkie"

The exuberant pink mare bounced on the tips of her hooves, a grin stretched from ear to ear. "What can I get ya’ today? Danish? Strudel? Doughnuts? Ooh, we've got a new cupcake that's to die for, how about that?"

"Just the usual, ‘Pinks, I've gotta eat and run. Work, y'know?"

Pinkie nodded almost sagely. "Woooork, right, gotcha. Two croissants and a cherry strudel coming up!"

With that the mare disappeared, not so much in a cloud of smoke as in a puff of confetti, and Rainbow was left wondering over the way she'd said 'work'. It's not like she could have known, right?

Well, actually, she could know. Pinkie's sense for things was famous around town, and often defied comprehension. Rainbow just hoped she would be subtle about it. For that matter, she also hoped she'd be quick about it. The longer this took, the higher the chance Rainbow would get a customer before she could escape back to her home to deal with it in privacy.

Luckily, of all the words ponies had used to describe Pinkie Pie, 'slow' had never been used, and only a moment later Rainbow spotted the mare in question bounding out of the kitchen, a paper bag between her teeth.

"Orfer urp!" She shouted around her cargo, holding it up proudly.

Rainbow chuckled as she accepted the package with a wing. "Thanks."

"No problemo, friendo. Hey, while you're here though, wanna sample a new fudge recipe? Princess Luna gave it to me, apparently it was her favorite from before the whole 'turn into a big ol' meanie' thing happened."

"You know I'd love to, but I've really gotta get going-"

"It'll just take a second," Pinkie promised.

Rainbow groaned, eyes switching between the pink menace and the door to her freedom. Her hind legs shifted, and she sighed. "Fine… just make it quick," she said, realizing only after that Pinkie hadn't waited to hear her answer anyway, already hopping towards the kitchen.

Her hoof was tapping against the floor impatiently before she realized it. Only partially because of her desire to get out, mostly because the smells of the bakery had kicked her hunger into overdrive and her stomach was churning angrily. She eyed the bag tucked under her wing, licking her lips. Maybe she could have just one while she was here. After all, she was standing around waiting for Pinkie, anyway, and what were the odds she'd-

Suddenly, without warning or a warm up to speak of, Rainbow Dash felt herself get forcefully penetrated by a hard, hot rod of flesh. It wasn't quite large enough for such an abrupt insertion to be painful, but it was just enough to send her hind legs quivering and a startled yelp slipping out from between her lips.

She quickly covered the noise with a fake cough, and scanned the restraint to find only a few uninterested gaze tossed her way. For now, nobody noticed anything out of the ordinary.

It wouldn’t last for long.

Just as quickly as he'd thrust into her, the stallion pulled out and then slammed back in, hilting himself balls-deep in her snatch without regard for her current situation. Her wings sprang open on their own, an audible whimper boiling up from the back of her throat at the viscous pace the stallion was already setting. She took a few, staggering steps forward, her knees threatening to buckle as her painfully erect wings bumped into a nearby table. Unsurprisingly, her proudly displayed wingboner managed to turn several heads, and Rainbow frantically realized that she couldn’t do this. She couldn’t just take a dicking in public like it was no big deal.

"Okay, Dashie, here's your-"

"Hold this!" Rainbow shouted, her voice cracking as she was filled mid-sentence. She tossed her bag at Pinkie unceremoniously, quickly hobbling to the only place she could think of for some semblance of privacy.

"Where are you-"

"Bathroom!" She squealed out, not waiting for an answer as she all but dove through the door, having to balance with her spread wings as every thrust sent a tremor through her legs that threatened to give out from under her.

To her relief, the bathroom was empty, and she threw herself into one of the stalls, locking the door behind her.

Finally somewhat-private, Rainbow let the moan she'd been holding back echo through the empty bathroom, leaning against the wall of the stall for support and she rode out the waves of pleasure assaulting her. The stallion was merciless, pounding her faster and harder than her previous customer had even come close to, and showed absolutely no signs of slowing down. Instead, the brutal pace somehow managed to increase, to the point Rainbow wondered if someone wasn't just using an actual jackhammer on her.

The way she felt his flared head pulsing against her walls on every thrust dispelled the thought, but made it no less of an apt comparison.

"Haaa-haaa-holy fuu-uuck," Rainbow panted, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Every thrust imparted enough force to actually send her body rocking forward, and if it wasn't for the fact she was braced against the wall she'd have fallen over from the vigorous pounding.

"C-come on," she mumbled, licking her lips and setting her brow into a determined glare. "Th-that's the b-best you got?"

She knew he couldn't hear her, but that wasn't really the point. Taunting him made her feel like she was still in control, not just some toy for him to get off with. As much of a part of her was turned on by that thought, the rest of her wasn't about to give up without a fight.

"Harder!" Rainbow shouted, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Fuck me harder, you-"

The door opened.

Rainbow slapped a hoof over her mouth. A whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it as the stallion seemingly responded to her demand, the speed slowly slightly to account for harder, heavier thrusts.

"Huh? What was that?" A mare's voice asked, and Rainbow heard the sound of hooves coming closer.

"N-nothing!" Rainbow shouted in the momentary calm between thrusts, just as quickly returning the hoof over her mouth again and bracing for the next body-shaking slam.

"Oh, sorry," the mare said, continuing along to another stall. Rainbow heard another stall door latch shut, and allowed herself a small breath.

One that was quickly stolen from her as the rough fucking continued without pause.

She felt herself clenching down on him, her neglected clit bulging outward in a desperate plea to be touched. Even ignored as it was, Rainbow still felt an orgasm building slowly in her core. Whimpers and whines threatened to spill past the hoof holding her lips shut, and she was forced to grit her teeth and try to ride it out. The last thing she needed was to start moaning like a two bit whore while another pony was in the washroom with her.

Thankfully, the other occupant didn't take long, and not even a minute later Rainbow heard the other stall click open, and the mare walked over to the sinks across the room.

Rainbow's chest heaved with gasping breaths, thankfully inaudible over the flowing water, and she started to wonder if she would last long enough for the mare to leave before she came.

As it happened, she wouldn't get the chance. Without warning, Rainbow's user slammed himself as deep as he could reach, and Rainbow's eyes widened as she felt the head of his cock flare deep inside her, the familiar warmth of a fresh load of jizz splashing against her inner walls. A long, low whine leaked from the corners of her lips as she was filled with his cum, locked inside by the head of his cock as he emptied his balls inside her.

Rainbow was helpless to do anything but stand there and take it, having to hold her breath to avoid making any noise.

Just as the other mare finally turned and left the bathroom, the stallion's orgasm ended, and with a rough jerk he pulled his slickened cock free of her clenching snatch, leaving her painfully empty, and without an orgasm of her own.

She could feel the warm cum leaking from her abused lips, dripping over her clit as it winked out, desperate for the final little bit of stimulation she needed to reach the edge. But she was left denied.

Panting, Rainbow straightened herself out, a growl rumbling in the back of her throat. "Are you kidding me!?"

No one responded to her indignant shout.

"After all of that you don't even make me cum!? Get back here and finish the job!"

Again there was no retort, and Rainbow huffed. "Useless stallions and their useless dicks," she grumbled, leaving her stall once she was sure her customer wouldn't be taking a surprise second round. Instead, she knew she'd been used and tossed aside, her client utterly disinterested in her pleasure.

The thought would have been hot, but she was too frustrated to properly appreciate it. She considered taking off the portal and finishing herself off, but that would break her two hour uptime, making the entire situation pointless. Instead, cheeks still slightly flushed, Rainbow emerged from the bathroom, a scowl on her face. She scanned the room, focus quickly landing on the pink mare standing in exactly the same place as she had been, a paper bag between her teeth and a far-off look in her eyes. Rainbow’s stomach growled loudly as she walked over.

Great. Now she was hungry and horny.

“Wrrfrum bek, Daffie,” Pinkie said around the bag in her mouth, doing an impressive job of getting the meaning across.

“Thanks,” Rainbow muttered shortly, snatching her breakfast with a wing. She didn’t even think as she sat herself down at a booth and opened it, letting the smell of fresh-baked pastry fill her nose, only serving to make her stomach growl louder.

“I thought you had to get to work?”

“Work can wait," she growled, tearing into one of her croissants. Pinkie wisely chose the moment to back off, leaving a small plate of fudge on the table like an offering to an angry deity. Rainbow eyed the dark brown treat, her withering glare gradually melting away as she devoured the first of her pastries. By time it was gone a significant portion of her frustration had gone with it, and she managed to take a slow, even breath to collect herself.

Which may have been a mistake, as her unquenched arousal was brought roaring back to the forefront of her mind. She shifted in her seat, face growing a few shades closer to purple as reality caught up to her. The mixture of stallion spunk and her own juices could be felt trickling out of her slightly-gaped folds. She felt like she should be sitting in a puddle of sexual fluids, but the booth was dry under her flanks, and the disconnect had a disorienting effect.

Rainbow knew, logically, that she should take the rest of her breakfast and make a hasty retreat back to the privacy of her house before she had another customer. But she was still hungry, and hiding out in the bathroom had worked just fine the first time, hadn’t it? Besides, even she couldn't deny the slight thrill she got just from knowing she could be used at any moment.

Her clit winked out, and she felt the mix of juices leaking from her slit get splattered outward.

What were the odds she'd be chosen again before she finished her food, anyway?

Rainbow's mind lingered on the thought as she started on her second croissant, wondering when her 'services' would be chosen again. If she'd make it back home before then, or if she'd be caught out in the open once more. Forced to find some semi-private corner to hide in while she was used.

It took her much longer to finish her second pastry than the first.

As she started on her strudel, Rainbow jerked slightly as she felt some stroke along her labia. For a moment she thought it was a tongue, and she braced for what was about to happen. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she noticed she wasn't making a mad dash for the bathroom.

As the object made another pass, however, she realized it was too cold and rough to be a tongue. Still slightly wet, it pressed against her folds gently, and as she felt it wipe away the sticky residue of her earlier customer, she realized it was a cloth.

She was being cleaned.

Rainbow relaxed back into her seat, taking a bite out of the strudel as the cloth continued to clean her lower lips. Whoever it was was both gentle and thorough, she quickly found herself sighing happily under their careful ministrations. She felt like royalty being taken care of by a servant, and that was something Rainbow Dash could wholeheartedly get behind.

The cloth pressed a little deeper into her folds, and she hummed happily, taking her time and enjoying both the treatment and her remaining breakfast, uncaring that she was basically being pleasured in full view of all the other customers. It wasn't really enough stimulation to get her anywhere, but that didn't stop the occasional tingle from feeling good, as her unknown cleaner brushed gently over her clit as it bulged out at them. She was so caught up in it, she didn't notice a pink ball of energy bounding up to her table.

"Heya, Dashie!" Pinkie almost shouted, snapping Rainbow out of her reverie. "You sure are enjoying that strudel, even if you aren't all here."

Rainbow raised an eyebrow, suppressing a shudder. "What are you talking about?"

“I dunno, it just seems like a part of you is somewhere else. It’d be like if I left home without my party cannon - I’m not really all there,” Pinkie explained quickly, before seemingly dismissing the thought entirely with a shrug. “How’s the fudge?”

Pointedly ignoring how spot-on Pinkie’s intuition was, Rainbow cleared her throat awkwardly, turning her attention to the plate she’d hardly even noticed. She set her strudel aside and reached for the chocolate treats, popping one into her mouth without giving it a second thought.

“Ah!” Rainbow gasped out suddenly, as whoever was cleaning her spread her pussy lips open to reach deeper inside.

“Wow, that good huh?” Pinkie asked with a giggle.

Quickly nodding her head, Rainbow snapped her mouth shut and quickly finished chewing. “Uh, y-yeah, they’re good. Um, maybe a bit bitter?” She asked, hastily throwing another in her mouth, if only to distract herself from what was happening between her legs. It was starting to feel less like cleaning and more like someone was just playing with her. Surely she was clean enough?

“Luna said they wouldn’t be super sweet. Something about sugar being harder to get back then. I’m just glad I live now, where I have all the sugar I can eat. Well, all the sugar I can find, anyway. I don’t know why, but there might be some hidden sugar out there. Could you imagine? Hiding sugar, from me? I’ll find it, though. This here sniffer's better than a bloodhound when it comes to sweet stuff,” Pinkie rambled, mostly to herself, tapping her nose for emphasis. “If there’s any secret sugar out there, it won’t be secret for long.”

“Mmmmmm,” Rainbow quickly cut off her moan, covering it by humming appreciatively. Whoever was doing the ‘cleaning’ was only managing to get her just as wet as she’d been at the start. “Th-that’s um, yeah. G-good fudge,” she said, pushing the plate towards her friend. “B-but I think I’m done, so-”

Pinkie grabbed the plate in her teeth, flicking her head back and launching the fudge into the air. The plate was stashed in her mane, and she tilted her head up and opened her jaw to catch the little chocolate squares as they fell. She licked her lips happily. “Okie dokie lokie. Thanks for taste testing for me, I’ll try making them a bit sweeter next time. Oh, and you should go find whatever piece you’re missing. It must be weird being in two different places at once.”

“Uh, sure.”

Before she left, Pinkie’s eyes grew wide for a moment. “Oh my gosh, I just got the best idea. It’s gonna take some time to set up though. Check back in a few chapters.”

Rainbow blinked, and when her eyes opened, the pink mare was gone. “What?”

The only answer she received was a stray hoof grazing her clit that sent a shock of tingling pleasure racing up her spine. “Ooooooo-kay, time to go,” she muttered to herself, already feeling the orgasm she’d previously been denied building back up, and the last thing she wanted to do was cum in front of a bunch of random ponies.

Tossing the last of her strudel into her mouth, Rainbow stood on shaky legs and hurried out of the shop before anyone could notice her uneven gait. With a flap of her wings she took to the air, making it only a few dozen feet away before her wings faltered as she felt a hoof deliberately press against her sensitive nub, her sharp, squealing gasp ripped away by the wind as she flew.

Whoever it was had fully given up any pretense of cleaning, and seemed to be intent to make her cum, his hoof grinding in quick circles against her clit.

“Oh, fuck!” Rainbow moaned out, dropping a few feet as her wings went rigid before she managed to catch herself. A few uneasy flaps managed to get her to the closest cloud before she outright fell from the sky, and the pegasus flopped onto her back, chest heaving. She’d already been close from her first customer, and with how this new pony was treating her it took hardly any time to build her back up to the edge.

“Come on,” Rainbow gasped, her hooves reaching down to play with her stiff nipples under her belly, anything to help her cum. “Just… a bit more… ahhh-”

Then it stopped all at once, and Rainbow’s pussy throbbed, clamping down on nothing, begging for that last little bit of stimulation she needed. “No, no!” She cried, desperately rubbing her teats, but it wasn’t enough, and she felt herself falling away from the edge.

Just as she thought it was over, she felt something else brush against her clit, this time warm and soft, and her heart swelled with hope…

Then crashed down to reality as the stranger kissed her clit and pulled away once more, leaving Rainbow Dash once more to her fate.

“Fuck!”

Her scream rang out through the sky, probably turning a few curious heads from the ground far below, but she couldn’t care less. Her hooves came up to cover her eyes as she caught her breath. In the darkness she focused on the pulsing need radiating from her pussy, no doubt dripping an endless stream of her arousal down whatever surface she was displayed on.

“If I ever find you, you’re going to regret this,” Rainbow muttered under her breath, her hind leg twitching as her clit winked out. “And I will find you if you don’t get back here and make me cum.”

Her threats fell on deaf ears, or no ears at all, and she was forced to accept that her ‘cleaner’ had left her unsatisfied once again.

“Celestia damn it,” she sighed, moving her hooves to look down her body. “Are you kidding me? You do all that work, just to stop before the best part? Why the hell-”

Her question was answered right as she asked it by the sensation of the flared head of a cock pressing against her outer lips. Apparently, her cleaner had been cut short by a customer.

Rainbow groaned happily, relaxing herself to make his entry as easy as possible - she was plenty wet already. To her delight, her newest client slid into her snatch without difficulty, his cock large enough to fill her nicely.

“Finally,” she mumbled, closing her eyes and laying back. Even if he didn’t have much stamina, she was plenty close already. He only had to last long enough to push her over the edge, and with the previous assault on her clit, that would hardly be a challenge.

The stallion pulled himself all the way out, then thrust all the way back in, and Rainbow couldn’t help but moan, uncaring if any passing pegasi heard her. Or saw her, for that matter. Just as long as she finally got to cum, she’d deal with everything else after, with her head clear.

Another thrust brought her attention back to the matter at hoof, and Rainbow grinned as she clenched hard around her customer’s cock, feeling him throb in response. She gripped him as tight as she could as he pulled out, enjoying the extra friction as his flared head rubbed along her inner walls, then relaxed as he pushed in as deep as he could. She felt him hilt himself inside her, his balls slapping gently against her clit. Another few thrusts like that and she’d finally-

Rainbow’s train of thought was derailed as she grunted, the stallion suddenly giving a couple short, shallow thrusts as his cock throbbed, his flared head bulging, and-

Her eyes grew wide as she felt the tell-tale warmth of someone blowing their load inside her.

Her eye twitched.

“Are you fucking kidding me!? I had to get the quickshot now?” Rainbow yelled glaring up at the sky as though the heavens themselves were the two-pump-chump that had just failed to make her cum. Again. She hardly even noticed as he pulled out, a tiny dribble of his pathetically small load dripping down her lips.

“Fuck it,” she grunted, reaching down to disable the portal. Clearly none of her clients were up to the task, and she wasn’t about to wait around just to be disappointed over and over. It was time she took matters into her own hooves. Literally.

“Rainbow Dash, is that you?”

Before she'd even realized it, Rainbow had rolled onto her stomach, pressing her tail down tightly to conceal herself as Flitter popped up over the edge of the cloud, a displeased frown written plainly across her face.

"There you are. I've been looking for you," she said, crossing her hooves over her chest. "You don't have time to be out napping."

Rainbow raised a single eyebrow at the clearly irate mare. "What crawled up your butt? My shift doesn't start for another hour, and if I'm not on the clock I can do whatever I want."

"Like being on the clock ever stopped you before," Flitter muttered, before physically shaking the thought. "You seriously forgot?"

"Forgot… what?" Rainbow asked skeptically, running back through her mind to try and remember whatever it was Flitter was talking about.

"It's inspection day," she deadpanned, her brow furrowing further.

Rainbow's blood ran cold enough to almost entirely extinguish the burning in her loins. "Oh fuck."

“Yeah.”

Author's Note

Sorry for the delay, real life happened and this chapter got way longer than I meant it to, so it's been split in two. Next part is already nearing completion so it should only be a couple weeks assuming I don't get hit by a bus.

Also, poor Dashie seems to be getting rather unlucky with her clientele. Hopefully things start looking up soon before the edging starts getting to her. (Probably not)