Chapter Three: On the Edge, Part 2

Contains: Surfer bros, SPH (Small Penis Humiliation), edging/orgasm denial, discreet sex in public, exhibitionism

“Did you-”

“Yes, I had Thunderlane and Wind Slash inventory the clouds.”

“What about the-”

“I cleaned out the locker room already.”

“There were a lot of-”

“Cloud Chaser handled the weather records and schedules, everything should be filled in.”

Rainbow scowled over at the mare flying alongside her. “Then why the hay do I have to be in early? They’re not supposed to be here for another couple hours, right?”

“Because you’re supposed to be the team lead, which means things need your signature on them, not mine,” Flitter grumbled with a roll of her eyes. “Trust me, I didn’t want to spend an hour looking for your lazy flank when there’s enough to get done as it is.”

“Hey! Who are you calling lazy?" Rainbow asked indignantly.

"Literally the laziest pegasus I know," Flitter answered shortly. "Look, as usual, I did your damn job for you, so you can sit at your desk and sign the shit you were supposed to sign last week while I continue preparing for inspection."

Rainbow felt her teeth grinding together as they landed out front of the Ponyville Weather Department building. "I would have time to do the dumb paperwork if the rest of you did your jobs! How many times have I had to clean up after Thunderlane or Blossomforth messing up the weather schedule?"

"Not as many times as I've had to fill in the shift schedules when you 'forget'," Flitter shot back, though she knew she didn't have as much ground to stand on. Paperwork and organization were never Dash's strong point, but there was a reason she was Team Lead. Even if that appointment left Flitter acting as a de facto secretary at times.

"Schedules are boring," Rainbow said with a shrug. "It's way more fun dealing with the Everfree storms."

Flitter sighed as she opened the front door and guided them both inside. "Yeah well the Weather Bureau doesn't care about how fast you can clear a thunderstorm. They only care about how much money we spend and how nice the place looks when they visit."

"Typical. I'd like to see them manage this place for a week without us," Rainbow said, her tone growing sour as she spied her desk - and the mountainous stack of papers atop it.

Flitter chuckled. "Without you, maybe a week. I give them two days without me."

"You saying you do more than me?"

"I'm saying someone had to keep this place running while you were out racing a tornado to get your rocks off, and it sure as shit wasnt Thunderlane."

Rainbow glared at the side of Flitter's head. "It was one time!"

"Twice, actually," Flitter corrected. Before Rainbow could respond she grabbed a pen from a nearby desk and flicked it at her. "Now get signing. I have more cleaning to do."

Just barely catching the pen with her wing, Rainbow blew a raspberry at the other mare as she walked away. "I have more cleaning to do," she echoed mockingly. Flitter either didn't hear her or didn't care to respond, disappearing around a corner, and Rainbow sighed as she stepped up to her desk.

There was a slight metallic clank as she sat down, and she remembered her current availability. She hadn’t had any customers while she was flying, thankfully, and the sudden rush of panic from Flitter showing up had flushed her system of the desperation she’d been left with. Only some of the arousal had faded though, and she shifted in her seat as she debated turning the portal off. On one hoof, she’d more than satisfied her two hour requirement, and the rest of the time could be taken care of after inspection. On the other, the chance for a small distraction from her looming paperwork - and the possibility of finally getting off - were incentives all on their own, nevermind the money from any more clients.

Rainbow chewed her lip, glancing around. The office space was empty - most of the squad was either out dealing with the actual weather or preparing for inspection with Flitter. She had at least two more hours before the pencil pushers showed up, probably three given their habit of spending as much time as possible not doing their jobs. The afternoon shift would arrive in an hour, but they’d probably be put to work by Flitter just as soon as they stepped in the door.

Which meant she was alone.

There was no reason to take it off until it was time for inspection.

Rainbow grabbed the first paper, skimmed it, and signed her name at the bottom. She shifted in her seat again, feeling the portal device hugging tight to her skin. Her heart beat just a little bit harder as she pulled another form.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered under her breath. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She never thought she’d be caught dead wearing it at work. But, then, she’d never considered getting railed in public, either, and that notion had gone out the window that very morning.

Besides, it was kind of hot.

Already she was getting horny again. She’d been kept on the edge almost all day - even if the next client was a hair trigger like the last, she still had a good chance of finally cumming. She just needed a customer already!

As if a god had heard her prayer, she felt something on her nethers. A slight breeze, which in the stagnant air of the shop meant she was being moved. Carried. Hopefully to a private room..

She felt her clit bulge out.

“Come on,” Rainbow whispered, signing her name again. Slightly sloppier this time. “Show me what you’ve got.”

The breeze stopped. Wherever they were taking her, they’d arrived. She jerked as something rough and cold touched her lips, and realized with a disappointed sigh that it was the same cloth as before. She was being cleaned again.

The disappointment faded quickly. Sure, it wasn’t the dicking she’d been hoping for, but maybe this time they’d finish the job. Just as quickly as it started, though, it stopped, having only mopped up the worst of her leaking fluids and the remaining jizz of her previous user.

Before she could voice a complaint, though, the warm, spongy flesh of a cockhead pressed against her opening. Something was strange, though. It was-

Rainbow’s eyes grew wide. “No. No way. You’re kidding me!”

Whatever god answered her prayer had played some kind of cruel joke on her..

The stallion hilted himself in her, and she groaned. “Fuck!”

She sighed as he started thrusting rhythmically. Sure, it felt nice, but that was it. He wasn’t working with much, after all…

“Fucking twig-dicked asshole,” Rainbow growled out as what felt like a marker was repeatedly slammed into her pussy. After the fucking she’d received that morning there was basically no resistance, and even less sensation. He wasn’t long enough to reach anywhere particularly sensitive, nor was he thick enough to provide a satisfying stretch. Even when she clenched down on him as hard as she could, it didn't help.

Grumbling obscenities to herself, Rainbow's focus returned to her work. His meager package couldn't hold her attention for more than a moment or two.

"Whatever. Not like you'll last long anyway," she said with a sigh, another document emblazoned with her name. "Hurry up and finish so I can get a real stallion."

Her shrimpy customer didn't seem to acknowledge her request, his pace showing no sense of urgency. Rainbow cast her eyes over to the clock, hooves working on autopilot through the pile of paper. The longer he took to pop the less chance she had of getting another customer before the pencil pushers showed up.

"Come on, tic-tac, I don't have all day." Her hoof tapped on the ground impatiently as she watched the second hand. "With a dick like that I have to be the best pussy you've ever had. So be a good loser and cum already."

Still he kept thrusting away, his puny package only barely providing enough stimulation to keep Dash's arousal from fading, but nowhere near enough to get her off. Her throbbing, needy nub went ignored as usual, only occasionally brushing against his similarly-sized sack.

"Of course," Rainbow sighed, accepting her fate and settling into her work. "The guy with the glorified clit has more stamina than half the stallions in Ponyville."

She paused mid-signature, looking at the pen in her hoof. Holding it up, squinting at it, measuring its length between her two hooves, she nodded. "Someone's fucking with me, right? There's no way that's a dick, you've just shoved a pen in there to screw with me."

If she was being honest, the pen was a little bit longer than the pint-sized prick fucking her, and slightly thinner - though not by much. But, no; she knew that warmth could only come from a living stallion, and she could just about make out the feeling of his medial ring passing through her lips on every stroke. It almost felt good if she focused on that and the flared head that would press against her inner walls when she clenched down on it.

Gradually Rainbow fell into his rhythm, squeezing down as he hilted himself and enjoying the slight scraping as he pulled himself out. Even her signing fell into step, the lines and curves of her signature matching his strokes. She hardly noticed the minutes ticking by, the occasional hum of pleasure vibrating up her throat into the empty office. Somewhere in the distance she could occasionally hear the muffled sound of Flitter yelling at some poor weather pony that wasn’t doing their job right, but that gradually faded into mere background noise.

The stack of papers became two, one shrinking and one growing as she worked through the pile. All the while her compact client continued to plunder what little he could reach of her depths. Though even Rainbow had to admit his stamina was impressive. She was even starting to get into it, subconsciously rolling her hips as though to grind against him. To her surprise, the orgasm she'd been denied had started to build up once again, every small tap against her clit adding to her pleasure just a little bit at a time. Her signatures grew less and less legible the closer she got, and she'd stopped working entirely by time the first proper moan escaped her muzzle.

“Okay, Twinkie," she panted, her wings sticking out stiffly behind her. "Make me cum and I'll let you shoot your load inside me."

Not that she had a say in the matter, but it was nice to pretend.

Her hopes for release faded quickly as she felt his pace speed up. His thrusts, no more filling or pleasurable than before, came faster, and harder, and Rainbow whined desperately as she realized he wasn’t going to last long enough. “No, don’t you dare!” She shouted, throwing her hooves down under the table to play roughly with her teats. Her perky nipples were flicked, pinched, and pulled in a last-ditch effort to reach the edge before the miniature stallion did. “Don’t you fucking dare,” she groaned, her head rolling back and eyes closing as she tried to focus on the pleasure. Tried to ignore the way his fun-sized flare grew just a little bit larger inside her. “You worthless, pindicked asshole! Don’t you dare finish yet.”

It still wasn’t enough. Her clit throbbed and burned with need, and instinctually her wing reached around to rub it, only for her feathers to meet bare, cold metal. She could feel him throbbing, pulsing against her walls, the medial ring bulging out just enough for her to actually feel something, but by then it was too late, as he slammed himself home one, last time. “No, no!” Rainbow cried, actual tears forming in her eyes as another orgasm was cruelly ripped away from her grasp. Her head fell forward as a truly pathetic amount of watery jizz drippled weakly from his tip, forehead resting on her desk. Her jaw hung open in a silent scream and for a moment, Rainbow felt her breath catch in her lungs as the ghost of a word formed on her lips.

“P… Please,” she whispered, the plea almost inaudible even in the quiet office. “Please.” Again, louder this time. “Please just… just let-... just make me cum already. Please. I can’t take it anymore, I-”

He pulled out, and for a moment, for the barest, slimmest moment, Rainbow hoped that he would somehow hear her and finish the job.

Nothing more came, and her drooling slit was left denied. She could feel her heartbeat thrumming in her engorged lips, clitorus winking desperately, begging for attention. But she was ignored.

Rainbow slammed her hooves into the table. “Dammit! You sorry, pathetic excuse for a stallion! I hope you know how fucking lucky you are that your worthless excuse for a dick even got to touch a mare like me! Hell, with a clit like that I’m surprised you can even get it up at all! I bet the only time you even get to smell pussy is when you pay for it. Did your first girlfriend laugh at you when she saw what you were working with? Huh? Did she!?” Rainbow’s aggravated shout echoed around the office before fading back into a silence broken only by her panting as she caught her breath.

She snorted a dry, callous chuckle, shaking her head. “Who am I kidding, with a tiny thing like that between your legs you probably don’t have balls big enough to ask a mare out. Hope you enjoy being single forever, loser.”

Rainbow sighed, picking herself up and, metaphorically, dusting herself off. “There’ll be another one soon,” she said to herself. Her eyes wandered over to the clock - the next shift was due to arrive any minute now, and she had an hour before the inspection team from Cloudsdale arrived. “Soon,” she repeated, a sliver of worry creeping into her voice.

If only to keep her mind off the burning heat between her legs, Rainbow Dash turned her focus back onto the papers before her. A deep frustration lingering in the back of her mind manifested as particularly aggressive strokes of her pen, and the finished sheets being callously flicked aside.

It wasn't long before she heard the front door open, and she looked up, only to realize she couldn't actually see the door from her desk around the great mound of work. She leaned around it, almost tipping out of her chair as her eyes fell on a light gray coated pegasus. "'Sup, Cloudy?"

Cloudy Skies jumped slightly at the voice, glancing around until her eyes fell on the tuft on Rainbow mane sticking out around a pile of parchment. "Rainbow Dash," she greeted fondly. "I see you're getting ready for inspection."

"Living the dream," Rainbow responded. "You might wanna lay low, though. If Flitter finds you-"

"I'll make her do her job," Flitter cut it, appearing from seemingly nowhere and wrapped a hoof around Cloudy's neck. She shot a glare at Rainbow. "Hurry up, we still have to file all that away before they show up.” Her attention turned as fast as her demeanor, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered onto her lips. “Cloudy~” she sang, “Don’t pay attention to our resident slacker. How would you like to go through the rain seeds to get rid of the expired ones?”

“Ah, um, i-isn’t that normally Nimbus’s job?”

Flitter was already dragging her down the hall. “Nimbus isn’t here yet, and you are, and it needs to be done. So…” She trailed off expectantly, gripping the other mare a little tighter to her side.

Sighing, Cloudy hung her head. “So I’ll do it.”

“Great! While you do that, I’ll…” her voice trailed off as they disappeared out of sight, and Rainbow chuckled to herself, returning to her own assignment. Which was, thankfully, almost done, as the outgoing stack was now significantly larger than the incoming.

In only a few short minutes, she finished the at-first imposing task, and allowed herself a moment to breathe, relaxing back into her chair and checking the time again, chewing her lip slightly as she realized she was very quickly running out of time without another customer.

The door opened again, this time a pair of hoofsteps perking her ears.

“Yeah man, I know what you’re saying. Totally bogus,” a male voice said, and Rainbow rolled her eyes as she recognized it as belonging to Sandy Shores, easily the most irritating pegasus on her team.

“Right? I’m telling you, having a Princess in town is more of a headache than it’s worth,” another voice, this time one Swift Nimbus, responded.

“Absolutely, man. And that dumb shiny tree just showed up out of nowhere, it’s so tall it’s messing with the clouds.”

“I’ve almost crashed into it twice!”

“Oh hey, speaking of things popping up around town…” Sandy trailed off a moment, and when he spoke again his voice was hushed. “Did you check out that shop I told you about? Y’know, the, uh… portal place?”

Rainbow’s eyes widened slightly, and she shifted in her seat.

“Oh, dude, yes!” Nimbus exclaimed, and she could hear the grin in his voice. “Dude you were not kidding, were you? In fact…” again, when his voice returned, it was quieter than it had been. “I stopped there this morning before work.”

“Dude no way!”

“What? It’s inspection day! I’ve been stressed about this all week. I needed to relax.”

“Nah, man, it’s not that,” Sandy chuckled. “I was there this morning too! Same reason. Can’t believe I didn’t see you.”

“Bro seriously?”

“No lie, man.”

Rainbow felt her heart rate increasing. Both of them were in the shop that very morning. Had they seen her there, on display? Had they recognized her?

Had they…

“Who’d you choose?” Nimbus asked in an excited whisper. “Did you go for Cloud Chaser again?”

Sandy hummed thoughtfully. “I was gonna. Hell, I went there for her, but… another mare caught my eye. Something about her spoke to me, man. Like I heard a voice, calling out to me, begging me to show her a good time.”

“Haha, knock it off, dude.”

“What? It’s true! I looked at her and I could tell she was desperate for it. She winked at me, and I knew. Chose her on the spot and took her to the booth to rock her world.”

Nimbus groaned. “Enough with the mystery schtick, dude, just tell me who you picked.”

“Don’t know her name,” Sandy said, carefree as a lazy tide. “Just her number. Twenty-one.”

Rainbow’s breath caught in her throat so hard she thought she was choking. Only barely stopping herself from coughing and announcing her presence. She’d known - somewhere, in the darkest, furthest reaches of her mind - that it was possible for someone she knew personally to find her there. Hell, it was probably likely given Ponyville’s relatively small size. But she’d never considered that not only would they use her, but that she’d find out they had used her.

Her thoughts swirled in her head at the revelation, some mix of horror at having to face the stallion after finding out, and a strange curiosity.

She’d had three customers that morning, after all.

“Bro wait, wait,” Nimbus said, his voice growing in excitement. “You chose number twenty-one? Like the light-blue pussy? Super wet and needy, kinda looked like a certain Team Lead that’s always napping? That twenty-one?”

“Dude don’t tell me-”

“That’s who I picked too!” Nimbus squealed excitedly.

Rainbow felt like she was going to pass out. What were the odds? And they’d even recognized her! Oh, Celestia, her life was over. She’d have to move to a different town - a different country, maybe! She’d have to change her name and dye her mane and-

“Hah, I wish it was Rainbow Dash,” Nimbus said with a sigh. “No way she’d be caught dead doing that stuff though.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Sandy agreed. “Still, I’d love to pump my load inside her.”

“Dude, gross!” Nimbus said, even as his words carried his laughter. “She wouldn’t let someone like you anywhere near her, anyway.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying, mare like that has her pick of stallions. You and me? We aren’t even on her radar. Thunderlane barely managed to bed her, and that was during heat week. You think you can compare to Thunderlane?”

Sandy audibly sighed. “Man, you don’t gotta be that honest.”

“It’s what friends are for,” Nimbus said comfortingly. “Hey, at least we’re in the same boat, you know?”

Sandy’s chuckle broke the suddenly somber mood. “And apparently in the same pussy.”

“Dude!”

“Ow, hey!”

Rainbow didn’t even realize she was smirking to herself as the pair of stallions laughed together. Just moments ago she was worried she’d been found out, but now she was riding high on their inadvertent praise. Not only did they not think it was her, they wished it was her. They wished they were deserving of her. She’d done them the favor of gracing them with her body, and they didn’t even know it! It was almost too much.

“Still, even if it wasn’t her, Twenty-One felt good,” Sandy said wistfully, obviously recalling his time in the shop. “Way better than Cloud Chaser.”

“Oh yeah?” Nimbus asked. “I didn’t get a chance to try Cloud yet, but man Twenty-One was great. Did you- oh, dude, wait, if we were both there this morning, and we both chose the same girl…”

“Yeah?”

“Which one of us got the other’s sloppy seconds?”

There was a long, pregnant pause between the pair, and Rainbow slapped a hoof over her mouth before she could start laughing.

“Let’s never find out?”

“Agreed,” Sandy said, very professionally.

Rainbow almost pouted - she really wanted to know which one was the quick shot and which was the pin dick (She had ruled out either of them being the proper stallion that was her first customer).

“Okay, but, real talk,” Nimbus started conspiratorially. “Did you make her cum?”

“No!” Rainbow mentally cried.

“Dude, you kidding?” Sandy laughed. “By time I was done I had her gushing around my dick. Bitch couldn’t get enough of me! You?”

“Bro don’t even. You know I made her see stars.”

“Right on, dude.”

Rolling her eyes so hard she thought they might fall right out of her head, Rainbow wondered if it was worth giving herself away to burst their bubbles.

“But man, Twenty-One sure is a squirter, huh dude?” Nimbus asked. “She must have creamed herself on my dick four or five times before I finally finished. Was basically sitting in a puddle at the end. I feel sorry for the janitor.”

“Oh bro you aren’t kidding,” Sandy agreed boastfully. “She was clenching on me like mad on the first thrust! I thought the poor girl was gonna cum just from that, and it didn’t take much more.”

Just as she was about to clear her throat - loudly - Rainbow was stopped by the sound of flapping wings coming down the hall. “Hey, you two!” Flitter yelled, skidding to a halt. “How kind of you to finally show up, get to work! We have a code red.”

“Yo, what’s up, Flit’s? What’s the commotion?” Sandy asked in his usual, care-free way that made Flitter’s blood boil.

“It’s inspection day, you dolt!” She yelled. “And Thunderlane just reported that he saw them on the edge of Ponyville - ahead of schedule! Rainbow Dash!” She yelled, wheeling around to face the pile of work.

Rainbow leaned out, a shit-eating grin on her face as both stallion’s realized she’d been there the whole time. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Are you done yet?”

“Signed, initialed, and stamped,” Rainbow confirmed with a nod, standing from her chair and stretching out her back. “How’s the rest of the place?”

“Perfect, no thanks to you,” Flitter growled. “We’ve got ten minutes or less before they knock on that door. These two idiots can handle filing it away, I need you outside at least pretending to be the boss when they walk up so we can delay them.”

Sauntering out into the room, Rainbow waved a hoof. “Sure, sure, I’ll be there in a sec.” She turned, shooting a venomously sweet smile at the stallions. “Just a heads up, boys, if you’re going to make up stories, make them believable. It’s obvious just from listening to that horse shit that neither of you even got close to finishing the job.”

The pair of braggarts sputtered wordlessly at her, and Rainbow felt her chest swell with pride. Her heart beat faster at the realization of what she was saying - what she was admitting, whether they realized it or not - but at this point, it was just her frustration spilling over. She needed these two losers to know how bad they sucked at fucking.

“If I were you,” she continued, “I’d go back to that shop, find Twenty-One again, and make it up to her. And this time, put your mouths to work doing something other than bragging or fantasizing about your boss. Wouldn't want to get written up now, would we?”

With that, Rainbow walked past them, flipping up her tail to brush under each of their chins in turn as she followed Flitter out the front door. Stepping out into the sunlight, she glanced over her shoulder to see Nimbus and Sandy standing still as statues just as the door closed.

“What was that about?”

“Oh, nothing,” Rainbow said innocently. “Just giving my team members some advice.”

Maybe, if they listened, she’d actually get to cum the next time they-

Rainbow froze mid-step. She’d been enjoying messing with the stallions so much she’d glossed over what Flitter had said, and it all came rushing back to her. Along with the knowledge that she hadn’t so much as turned the portal off, never mind taken it off.

“Uh, Flitter, I gotta-”

“They’re here!” Flitter yelled, frantically straightening her mane as a half-dozen pegasi began descending from the sky towards them. “Okay, you-”

“Flitter can you handle them for a sec I need to run to the bathroom and-”

“Hold it!” Flitter hissed angrily. “They’re going to want to talk to you, not me.”

Rainbow’s tail flicked anxiously. “No you don’t understand, I-”

“Hello ladies!” Came a greeting as the first suit-and-tie clad pegasus touched down in front of them. He was quickly joined by the rest, the group stepping up to shake hooves. “Rainbow Dash, I presume?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s me,” Rainbow answered, shakily accepting his hoof on her own.

“Excellent. I’m Quill Strife, here on behalf of the Cloudsdale Weather Bureau to perform this inspection. As Team Lead for Ponyville, why don’t you show us around the facility?”

Swallowing thickly, Rainbow nodded. “You got it.”

“Clouds are all accounted for?” Quil asked, pulling a pair of glasses from his suit pocket and balancing them on the end of his muzzle. He squinted at a stack of parchment held in his wing.

“Yep,” Rainbow answered quickly. “Inventoried and organized according to protocol.” Her hind legs shifted. She’d wound up leading the group around the weather office - which left several of the suits behind her. She could feel their eyes on the back of her head, and made sure to take extra special care in keeping her tail pressed down against her backside. Thankfully, the portal device was a near-perfect match for her coat, but the last thing she needed was one of them spotting it.

“Seems to be in order,” Quill said, setting the papers back down. “For this month. Bring me last month’s.”

Rainbow brightened up. “O-oh, those are in the other room, um, I-I’ll go get them, and-”

“No, you stay here,” Flitter cut in. “Please. I’ll get them.”

She scampered out of the room without waiting for a response, and Rainbow had to bite her tongue to keep from cursing. All she needed was a single moment alone, without any eyes on her, to reach back and turn off the portal. As it was, there was no way for her to disable it without someone noticing her sticking her wing under her tail.

She just hoped she could find a moment before the worst-case scenario happened.

“Rainbow Dash?”

“Huh?”

Quill frowned at her. “I said Flitter seems to be a very capable team member.”

“O-oh, yeah, she’s good.”

“Are you alright? You’ve seemed distracted since we got here, and you’re looking a little flushed” Quill said, and Rainbow was surprised to hear what sounded like genuine concern in his voice.

She forced a fake smile at him. “No, I’m just… feeling a little under the weather today, is all.”

“Sorry to hear that. Well, we’ll make this as quick as we can so you can get some rest.”

“Last month’s cloud inventory!” Flitter decried as she ran back into the room, another stack of papers held in her wing. Quill Strife accepted them with a polite nod and smile, quickly flipping through them.

“Everything seems to be in order,” he said. “Shall we move on? I believe the rain seeds are stored next door, right?”

Rainbow nodded. “Yeah, next room over.”

“Please,” Quill said, making a chivalrous ‘after you’ gesture. “Lead the way.”

Begrudgingly, Rainbow led the way.

She tried to ignore her situation. Focus on the problem in front of her rather than the problem behind her. But she was constantly aware of all the various sets of eyes on her. Constantly aware of what could happen at any moment.

Constantly aware of how fucking horny she was.

All day she’d been kept on edge and denied. And now, with so many ponies around watching her, all she could think about was the possibility of a hard, fat cock ramming her in front of all of them. The shame of it, even imagined, burned her cheeks a permanent scarlet hue. She tried to tell herself that she didn’t want it to happen, that she was worried. Tried to convince herself the arousal she could feel dripping from her snatch wasn’t from the mental image of getting railed in front of everyone. It was just the lingering effects of her unsatisfying clients. That was all.

Rainbow caught her tail trying to flag and forced it back down.

“Here’s where the rain, hail, and snow seeds are kept,” Rainbow said as she led them into a darker room. The air was notably cooler inside, and the walls were lined with shelves covered in small wooden boxes. From the corner of her eye she spotted Cloudy Sky hiding in a dark back corner, several boxes of expired seeds held in her wings and a panicked look on her face.

Thinking fast, Rainbow pushed forward into the room to the shelf on the back wall, glancing at the tags on the boxes to orient herself. “These are, uh, where we keep the oldest that are about to expire,” she said, wincing as she saw a few that already were out of date.

Quill Strife stepped up to the shelf, squinting to read the tags in the dim light. His group of pencil pushers followed him in, and Flitter held the door open with her hind hoof for Cloudy to slip out.

“Some of them have already gone off,” Quill said, scribbling a note on a clipboard in his wing. “But not more than a week. I can presume those will be gone by the end of the month?”

“Second Friday of every month is when we clean out,” Rainbow answered.

Quill raised an eyebrow at her. “That was last week.”

“The team member assigned was out sick last week,” Flitter filled in while Rainbow tripped over her tongue. “And we didn’t have the extra staff to do it and the weather, so it was delayed to this Friday.”

“Ah, I see. There does seem to be an illness going around,” Quill said, shooting a glance over at Rainbow. “Take care of yourselves.”

Chuckling awkwardly, Rainbow Dash just nodded, and Quill returned to his inspection, checking takes and opening a few boxes to verify their accuracy. A few more marks and notes were added, and then they were off to the next room.

Thankfully, Flitter was good at her job, and Rainbow made a mental note to thank her. Every area was cleaned and organized - even the locker room looked spotless as the day the building was first erected, and Quill made several notes about the accuracy of their document keeping.

All through it, Rainbow did her best to keep up a calm front even as her tension grew. There was never an opportunity for her to sneak away or discreetly feel around for the portal’s off switch, and by time they were half way done she’d basically given up escaping the situation. All she could hope for was the end of the inspection would come before her next client.

And, for a moment, she thought she might make it.

“Well, Rainbow Dash,” Quill started as they circled around from the back of the building towards the front door, having come from the small cloud storage area. “I must say, you run a fine weather office here.”

“Heh, you know it,” Rainbow said, puffing out her chest. “Finest around.”

Quill made a note on his clipboard. “Yes, quite.”

“She means ‘thank you’,” Flitter said, discreetly shoving her elbow into Rainbow’s ribs. “We’re just a small town, so the team is very close. We work well together.”

“Yeah, right,” Rainbow grumbled, massaging her side with a hoof. “We’re a real close team…” she trailed off, thinking of two members in particular that she’d inadvertently gotten especially ‘close’ with that morning. Hell, their loads were probably still inside her.

She really hoped that the sterilizing spell worked. The last thing she needed was to have to tell Sandy Shores of all ponies that he’d knocked her up. Or others, for that matter. Maybe she should ask Twilight to double check…

“Ah, but I believe our time together has just about come to an end,” Quill said abruptly, nodding to one of his companions that was motioning to his watch.

Rainbow had to bite her tongue before the word ‘finally’ could leave her lips. Just a few more seconds, and she’d-

“Ah!” Rainbow yelped as a tongue, wide and warm, licked along her labia, starting from the top and running down to flick over her clit.

“Rainbow Dash?” Quil asked, frowning. “Are you alright?”

Why now? Why not just a few moments later when she would be able to run and hide somewhere? “I-I’m fine,” she said shakily, as her customer went back for another lick, this time stopping to curl his tongue around her sensitive nub. “S-s-stubbed my h-hoof.” her voice quaked with a shudder of pleasure racing up her spine. It took every last ounce of control she had not to moan.

“Right. Well, as I was saying, my time is about up. I’ll need to write up my report in full, so you can expect a copy in a few days by mail.”

“Sounds good!” Rainbow gasped, feeling the stallion’s tongue dip into her honey pot. Pressing against the spongy walls that reflexively flexed and rippled around it.

“Before I go, though.” He looked to Flitter. “Would you gather the team for me in the main office? I’d like to talk with them for a moment.”

Rainbow’s eyes shot open wide. No! Now isn’t the time for a stupid speech! Get out of here! “C-could I go and-”

“I know you’re feeling unwell, so I’ll make it quick,” Quill assured her with a gentle smile. “But please, accompany me inside for a moment so we can address your team together.”

Choking back a whimper, Rainbow nodded, allowing herself to be led back inside. She could feel her eager pussy drooling into her customer’s mouth, and felt him lapping up her juices happily. In other circumstances, she would have loved the treatment, the attention, the pleasure. But right now she wanted nothing more than for it to stop.

She got her wish, as the tongue was removed from her snatch, and Rainbow realized that no, she didn’t want it to stop at all. Her cunt burned for more, clenching down on the emptiness inside her. Begging to be filled, even as she took an indicated spot next to Quill Strife. In front of her was her entire weather squad, behind and around her was the group of higher-ups from Cloudsdale. All of them were looking at her. And she knew. She knew what was coming next. Because no one would pay just to lick her slit a few times.

“Hello, everyone,” Quill started. “I’ve met some of you during my inspection, but for those I haven’t seen yet or in case you’ve forgotten, my name is Quill Strife. I had Flitter gather you all so that myself and your Team Lead can say a few words regarding the inspection today.”

Oh, why did he have to bring attention to her? She was already shaking, slightly. Nervous, excited, all at once. There was nothing she could do, now. Not in front of so many ponies. Not now that he’d started his speech. Any minute now, she’d-

Rainbow’s eyes bugged out as a fat cockhead pressed against her folds. Quite unlike her last customer, he was big. Not quite the largest she’d taken - that honor still went to Thunderlane - but large enough that she’d have trouble taking him without a warmup.

Luckily for him, she’d been warmed up all day, and with only a slight amount of resistance, that thick, bulbous head popped inside. Rainbow sucked in a breath through her nose. Lips pinched tightly closed for fear of letting out a sound and giving away what was happening. Inch by agonizingly pleasurable inch was pushed into her tunnel, aided by her copious lubrication.

“First of all, amazing job, honestly,” Quill said. “Ponyville has always been a shining star at the Weather Bureau for your excellent schedule accuracy and expert budget management - thanks in no small part to your team’s efforts.”

Rainbow’s wings flared out as her customer unexpectedly pulled back an inch before thrusting in deeper, his medial ring bumping against her entrance. She could feel the eyes on her, the weird looks. She straightened herself out and puffed out her chest, striking a pose as though to bask in Quill’s praise. It was a common enough sight that most didn’t pay it any mind, but she didn’t know that. She could only hope they brushed it off and didn’t think too hard about why she spread her hind legs a little wider apart.

“On my inspection today I saw why this office runs so smoothly. You are organized, clean, and efficient in all aspects of the job. I am happy to tell you that you are one of the finest running weather departments I’ve had the honour of visiting.”

He was still talking. How was he still talking? Rainbow didn’t know. Could barely keep herself standing upright as that thick, bulging ring of flesh battered at her lips. Every thrust made her legs quake, made her bite her tongue to keep quiet. But the pleasure kept building, kept wearing down her defenses, both physical and mental. Little gasps flared her nostrils. A few of her team were looking at her instead of Quill. She scanned the crowd, wondering which of them had noticed. Which of them knew what was happening. Cloudy was oblivious. Thunderlane was smirking at her, but he was always smirking at her ever since she’d used him to get through heat week. Light Streak had his eyebrow raised at her - he’d realized something, but a sharp glare from her made him turn his attention away.

No one else seemed to pay attention.

Then, the physical barrier fell, and she was stretched wide around her client’s engorged ring. She could feel his heartbeat pulsing, pressing against her walls that clenched and flexed in time with her own. The tiniest whine slipped through her sealed lips, and Rainbow braced herself. Surely they had heard. Surely they knew. They must!

“I’m sure, if you all keep working together, you’ll continue to set extraordinary standards for the entire Weather Bureau. Teamwork is the foundation of what we do.”

But no, he was still talking. Hadn’t missed a beat. Rainbow choked on her own breath as the entirety of the stallion’s length was buried inside her, his balls coming to rest against her.

He held there, and for a moment, nothing happened.

“I’d like to take a moment to give a special ‘thank you’ to your wonderful Team Lead, Rainbow Dash!” Quill said, and Rainbow’s pupils shrunk to pinpricks as every last pony in that room turned to her.

Right as her customer pulled out, and began fucking her in earnest. She just had to smile. She tried to stand tall and accept the praise, but all she managed was a small whimper and a nod.

"Would you like to say a few words?"

Oh, Celestia, he was asking her to speak. This had to have been a cruel joke. If she opened her mouth there would be nothing to stop the whorish moans fighting to escape her. But they all were looking at her expectantly, and the cock was still pounding her mercilessly, setting her nerves of fire and covering her mind with a fog that made everything seem a little less bad. A little more erotic. Here she was, standing in front of almost two dozen ponies, getting fucked like a bitch in heat.

A twisted kind of pride bubbled up in her. They were watching her, looking at her. Maybe they already knew. Maybe they knew what was happening. They were getting off on it themselves, weren't they? Jealous it wasn't them making her legs shake, forcing the air from her lungs with every stroke.

"Ah!" Rainbow gasped the moment she opened her mouth, and there was no stopping it. "Th-thaaaaaaaa~nk you f-for your h-hard work," she said, her voice pitching wildly up and down in time with the thrusts that threatened to send her front half to the floor. Little gasps and moans punctuated every word.

Their gazes shifted to confusion, maybe concern, but Rainbow hardly took the time to notice. Who cared if they knew? It just made it hotter. Just made her come closer to the point of no return. To her release. She wanted it. She wanted so badly to cum. And if being here, being watched, would make that happen, then she'd put on a show for every last one of them.

"W-w-we're the b-best team a-arooouuuuuund. Lets- oh Celestia!" She cried, eyes rolling back for a moment as she felt his flared head reach deeper than before, his tip kissing the entrance to her womb.

"Rainbow Dash?" Quill asked concernedly. "Are you-"

"Fine!" Rainbow shouted, forcing her eyes to focus back on the crowd. "I'm close," she panted, before shaking her head. "C-close to finishing. F-finishing this speech!" she corrected hastily. "Just l-let me… ooooooh fuck."

She wasn’t the only one close. The flared head inside her was flaring wider, battering her cervix as he switched from full strokes to shallow, rabid strokes. Her eyes locked with Sandy Shore, then to Nimbus, and she smirked. This is what a mare looks like when she cums, she thought. "Good work, everyone!"

Quill cleared his throat. Loudly. "Right, well, it seems you really aren't well, so let's wrap this up. Could we get a round of applause for all of your hard work, and of course for your Team Lead, Rainbow Dash!"

Quill Strife led the applause, which slowly spread through the room, most ponies visibly confused about what was happening even as they started clapping.

Rainbow lost the mental battle, her front half dropping to the floor and her tail flagging, flashing the portal device at the suit standing behind her. She didn't care. She heard their applause, felt the eyes on her. Her body quaked as an orgasm that had been building all day teetered oin the edge of bursting.

The last push she needed was looking up and seeing the knowing look on Cloud Chaser's face. The only one there who seemed knew exactly what was happening.

To the sound of applause, Rainbow Dash finally, finally came, her mouth opened in a wordless cry of pleasure that came out as a strangled squeal. Her pussy spasmed, clenching down on her customer as a stream of marecum squirted against his balls.

That was enough to push him over the edge, and his bulbous head expanded further, locking him in place as a torrent of hot jizz blasted against her cervix. It was all too much, and a second, stronger orgasm ripped through Rainbow's mind and body, blanking out her thoughts and making her vision fade to white as she screamed her pleasure for her audience.

The last thing Rainbow heard before she passed out was the applause of her team.

Author's Note

Good news, I did not get hit by a bus, and finished this sooner than I thought.

Obviously a lot of kink focus carries over from the last chapter, as they were supposed to be the same chapter originally, but it would have been absurdly long. It was a lot of fun to write though.

Poor Dashie finally got her climax, just not exactly how she imagined it. Hopefully she doesn't lose her job over this little incident.