Harem Alliance

Spitfire awoke with a groan to the sound of crinkling. She was stuck to some kind of plastic sheet underneath her, that was draped over her bed. She could tell it was her bed because the springs were worn out in a specific pattern that matched her usual position. Also, when she opened her eyes, her bedside table was sitting next to her wall.

"You're up," came Soarin's voice. A glance behind her saw him in a folding chair that he must have brought in. "I bet you slept well. If not, you can always just roll over. You still have five hours until first call."

"Why aren't you asleep?"

Soarin chuckled. "I'm under orders to make sure my commanding officer recovers properly. Plus, I'm on medical leave, technically, so I really only came to officiate the races."

She nodded and sat up. The plastic sheet came up with her. "What is this?"

"It's a plastic mattress protector. I used to wet the bed as a colt, and my mom used one of these to make sure the springs didn't rust." He paused for a moment, then added, "Not this one, specifically. This one's new. I just didn't want to damage your nice sheets, so I had Thunderlane pick one up. Turns out, they use these in the infirmary, so it didn't even take five minutes."

She peeled it away from her body and stood up. She was very sore, as one would be if they had just flown a pentathlon and continued to work her body after not sleeping for awhile. Her joints popped and clicked audibly, most notably, her spine, as it settled into its new mobile position.

"You need any help?" asked Soarin, standing up and running to her side.

"Not yet, but stay close," she said, grabbing his shoulder. She straightened herself out and then let go. "I have questions."

"Sure. Ask away."

"First, where's my jumpsuit?"

"I sent it to be cleaned and sanitised. It should be ready by now."

"The zebra?"

"He's been detained. He's not under arrest, we just don't want him going anywhere until we confirm the information he gave us."

"And what information did he give?" asked Spitfire, making her way to the door. "Walk and talk. I need to hit the showers."

"Well, he revealed his partner, and he's under investigation right now."

"Did you say "he?""

"Yeah. It was apparently a stallion. One Short Fuse."

"The one I dismissed because he wouldn't attend the anger management seminars?"

"That's our guess right now. He said he never learned their name, but it was a short pony with a stallion voice that kept calling you "a bitchy stuck-up dyke.""

"Soarin!"

"His words, not mine..."

She sighed. "Yeah, that sounds like him. He has a motive, too."

"We're bringing him in for questioning. Celestia herself has approved a warrant. Not a full warrant, mind you, we're only allowed to arrest him, let him know that he was under investigation, and bring him in for questioning. We're going to have the zebra confirm his voice, too. If it's him, we'll apply for a stronger warrant; one that'll let us search his home and workplace."

"And then what?"

"The zebra's been offered a deal. If his information is accurate, he's free to go. Why hold onto "accessory to tampering" when we could have both "tampering" and "Conspiracy to commit tampering?" He won't go completely free, and we won't clear all the charges, because it's still a misdemeanor, but no jail time and a reduced fine is definitely going to feel like a slap on the wrist."

"Good. I don't want to dissuade him from coming back."

Soarin leaned forward. "Ma'am?"

"He has a great cock, Soarin. Perhaps he might even be able to use it when there aren't a thousand screaming fans watching him and judging his every move. He could be a good lay, and I could use a good dicking every once in a while."

Soarin practically fell over when he heard that. When Spitfire turned back to smirk at him, his face was beet-red, and he had lifted one of his back legs to hide his erection. It put him in a very precarious stance.

"Leg down, Soarin. You still need to stand up."

As he lowered his leg, she caught a glimpse of it before turning around and continuing to walk. It was alright, but nothing worth writing home about.

"I'm not always a hard-arse. You know me better than that. Long before I was a Wonderbolt, I was a filly. After becoming a Wonderbolt, I became a mare. And the fact of the matter is, I am a mare. And you? You're a stallion. I've excused you when you needed to wet your dick, no judgement. Should I not be afforded the same treatment?"

"Uh... Well," muttered Soarin, trying very hard not to stare. "I mean, I was off with my marefriend, and I'm pretty sure you don't know this guy's name."

"Fair enough," shrugged Spitfire. "I'm just sexually frustrated, that's all. A string of bad partners, and so forth. This one at least has potential, even if he's not going to be great. But I just faked an orgasm in front of thousands of ponies, so I either need to fulfil that missed opportunity or let the disappointment taper off. Until then, I'm just going to be unfulfilled. and maybe a little bit horny. So, expect me to be irritable."

"I could set you up with a date?" offered Soarin. "There're some nice guys out there."

Spitfire shook her head and stopped in front of the mares' locker room door. "Not looking for romance, Soarin. I'm looking for a stallion with a big dick, who knows how to use it. If you were just a bit bigger, that'd be you. Nothing personal, mind you. I like you as a friend, maybe one day as a cucky coltfriend. But this isn't about how good of a pony you are. This is about my needs, and finding a stallion to fulfil those needs. I can handle it from here. You're dismissed."

With a nod, Soarin walked off toward his own locker room to wrap his cast for a shower of his own. Spitfire did like him, but he was just too small to suit her needs. He just wasn't right for her, sexually.

However, there was somepony in the locker room already, rubbing herself with a very large strap on, moaning softly. "Spitfire..." she breathed, panting and sighing. Perhaps what Spitfire needed wasn't a stallion, per se, but rather, somepony with stallion parts...

"Having a nice shower, Rainbow Dash?"