It was 9:05 in the morning, and Spitfire had just woken up. Ordinarily, she would’ve been up much earlier to make sure all the recruits were ready to run drills, but today was a special exception, it was one of her few days off.

At least, from Wonderbolt duties. She still had to go all the way to Ponyville to rehearse with Trixie. Still, it was nice to get a few extra hours of sleep every now and again.

She turned up the radio in her kitchen, opened her fridge, grabbed a can of beer, chugged the whole thing in seconds, crushed the empty can against her forehead, trotted in place to warm up, then leapt out her window to start flying through the skies.

With the wind blowing through her wings, Spitfire let out a cheer, rising higher and higher, up above the clouds where the air got colder and thinner, then her wings stopped flapping. For just a brief moment, she was weightless, then she started free-falling through the clouds, speeding up until she reached terminal velocity.

With a hearty laugh, Spitfire flipped herself horizontal and started gliding en route to Ponyville. It was nice to indulge in the adrenaline rush that flying could give without all the discipline that came with being a Wonderbolt.

She made it to where she and Trixie had agreed to meet up, seeing a small wooden stage, and sure enough, Trixie talking with another pony.

She did a twirl through the air, landing graciously in front of them.

“Wow, you really did convince Spitfire to perform with us!” the mare next to Trixie said, her eyes widening in wonder.

It took a bit for Spitfire to fully recognize the mare outside of all the makeup and fancy dresses she usually had on, but the voice was a dead giveaway. “And I thought you were just bluffing when you said you got Coloratura!”

Trixie tried her best to smile and not be offended by the two passive-aggressive jabs at her abilities. “Well, Trixie’s glad that you both trusted her! Now that we’re all here, we can get to work coordinating and then rehearsing!”

Spitfire looked over to the wooden stage. “Pretty sure that wasn’t there a couple days ago. Did you build that yourself?”

“Tch, of course Trixie did!” Trixie scoffed. “Obviously, our actual show will be on a much more elaborate stage, but this will do just fine for our practice. Just as soon as we figure out what exactly we’re doing, of course.”

Spitfire examined the stage more closely, it still didn’t look like anything special, but for something that was put together in less than a couple days, it was surprisingly well put together.

“Now, Trixie’s initial idea was to combine her magic with your musical talent and your acrobatics,” Trixie said, pointing to Coloratura and Spitfire respectively.

“I guess that could work,” Spitfire shrugged. “Maybe every time you do one of your tricks, Coloratura could score it with her music and I can do a stunt or something.”

“Oh, that’d definitely get the audience’s attention!” Coloratura nodded.

Trixie suddenly gasped with excitement as inspiration struck. “Ooh! What if we all performed at once in one combined performance? Trixie’s magic, Coloratura’s singing, Spitfire’s stunt work, all of it wowing the crowd all at once!”

Spitfire and Coloratura gave Trixie concerned and confused looks.

“All three of us?” Coloratura asked skeptically. “Wouldn’t that be a bit much? I’m not sure if the audience could focus on all three of us at once.”

“Exactly!” Trixie grinned. “The audience will be so stunned by our performance, that they’ll HAVE to watch it at least two more times!”

“Woah woah woah! I thought this was gonna be a one-time thing!” Spitfire butted in. “How many shows are you planning on having us do?”

“Well, ideally, Trixie was hoping to keep you two for the rest of the month…” Trixie eyed Spitfire, who was glaring daggers at her. “...But seeing as you two definitely have other obligations…perhaps just the one show and maybe an encore later on if things go well?”

Spitfire relented. “Yeah, that works for me, I guess.”

“Me too,” Coloratura chimed in. “I’m just excited to be able to perform again!”

“Perfect! Now, Trixie needs to plan out the blocking for the show, if you’ll excuse her for just a moment…” Trixie walked over to the stage, arranging some of her magic props around, leaving Spitfire and Coloratura to themselves.

With Trixie temporarily occupied, Spitfire turned to Coloratura. “Gonna be honest, when Trixie said that she already brought you on board, I thought she was making up whatever in order to get me to join.” She let out a little chuckle. “I came here half expecting her to make up an excuse that you were sick or something. Glad she wasn’t though, cause I was looking forward to meeting Coloratura herself!”

Coloratura raised an eyebrow in surprise. “I didn’t think you were a fan of my work! You seem more like a punk rock type of mare.”

Spitfire chuckled sheepishly. “What can I say? I’m open to trying all sorts of stuff.”

“Well, it’s quite the honor to hear that I’m admired by the captain of the Wonderbolts!” Coloratura giggled. “I didn’t think you’d have time for this sort of thing.”

“Eh, the team’s been performing well enough recently, I guess they deserve a bit of a break.” Spitfire shrugged. “Besides, I can just work them twice as hard if they start slacking!”

“Or maybe you should invite the whole team to the show to see how their captain performs solo…” Coloratura suggested with a little smirk.

Spitfire let out a laugh to try and hide the nervousness in her face. “I don’t know if they’ll be able to fit in if all your fans are gonna be there! What made you even want to work with Trixie, anyway? You already fill seats all by yourself. How bad did she have to beg ya?”

“Oh, I don’t think Trixie made the offer just to try and ride off my fame,” Coloratura giggled. “I haven’t been on stage in a long time. It’s been pretty difficult lately, trying to find inspiration for a new song, or even to perform.”

“Uhuh…” Spitfire looked over to Trixie, who was busy doing cape twirls on stage. “And what about her made you change your mind?”

Coloratura gave Spitfire a half-hearted shrug, not even entirely sure of her answer herself. “Well, seeing her actually perform her act was pretty magical. Who knows? Maybe doing this show will help me find my muse again.”

Spitfire looked over at Trixie on the stage again, constantly arranging props around and working through her own choreography. “I guess you might be onto something. Her ego might be bigger than Celestia’s flank, but she’s still a dedicated professional.”

“And now with you here, I have two ponies I can look to for inspiration!”

“Heh, then I hope I live up to your expectations.”

With Trixie still busy, Spitfire and Coloratura walked around the place, examining the stage and Trixie’s caravan nearby.

“Hey, how often do you think Trixie takes a volunteer ‘backstage’?” Spitfire chuckled, elbowing Coloratura in the ribs. “Every other show? Every two out of three?”

Coloratura tilted her head innocently. “What, to give them a look at all the magic props?”

“Something like that,” Spitfire smirked. “Was thinking more of a ‘special backstage performance’, ya know?”

Coloratura’s cheeks instantly flushed red as she realized what Spitfire was implying. “Oh! OHHHH! You really think that she’d…?”

“Pssh, of course!” Spitfire scoffed. “What, you’ve never given somepony the ‘VIP treatment’ backstage?”

Coloratura tucked her tail between her legs as she started stammering and sweating. “W-What? I mean…it’s not like I haven’t done anything like that, but with a fan…?”

Spitfire quickly nodded in understanding, wrapping a hoof around her and winking. “Ahhh, so you only do it backstage with your fellow performers, got it.”

“I…! That’s not-!” Poor Coloratura stammered, trying to collect herself enough to finish a sentence.

“Hey, I’m not judging!” Spitfire laughed. “You should hear the crazy stuff the Wonderbolts get into after a show! Though maybe it’s not as crazy as what Trixie does in her traveling home.”

“If you two are done speculating on Trixie’s sex life, perhaps we can get to rehearsing?”

Trixie’s sudden voice startled the two, causing them to turn to see that the unicorn was standing right behind them.

“For the record, Trixie only meets with fans backstage. The caravan is for Maud only…And Starlight…And Sunburst…And sometimes Twilight-point is, it’s more exclusive!”

Gallus found himself backed into a corner, with nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. “C-Can’t we talk about this or something?”

“You’ve been a naughty griffon, Gallus,” Applejack chuckled, taking a step closer to shorten the gap between them. “And ya need to be punished for it.”

“B-But what about the team?” Gallus pleaded. “D-Don’t you need me to win and stuff?”

“It’ll be worth it.” Applejack grinned. “Long as you get what’s comin’ to ya.”

“Wait! Waitwaitwait!” Gallus tried to keep pleading, but Applejack already made her move.

In the blink of an eye, Applejack threw a lasso around Gallus, the rope wrapping around his arms and more importantly, his wings. There was no escaping now.

With a quick yank, Applejack pulled Gallus over to her side, making him land on his back. “Now you ain’t gonna try anything funny, are ya? Or am Ah gonna have to get some more rope?”

“N-No…I’ll be good…!” Gallus whimpered.

“Good boy…”

Just those two words made Gallus tremble and stir, something that Applejack quickly noticed.

Applejack leaned down, nudging Gallus’s twitching cock with her hoof. “Well now, what do we have here?”

Gallus audibly gulped as Applejack started rubbing it with the back of her hoof.

“Well Ah’ll be,” Applejack cooed. “Feels like Ah haven’t seen this cute lil’ thing in ages!”

Gallus fidgeted and squirmed, already blushing hard. “I-It’s not cute…”

“Now now,” Applejack chuckled, “ain’t right to lie like that…”

Applejack crouched down, giving Gallus’s shaft a little poke with her muzzle. “Looks to me like you’re just achin’ for something…”

Gallus watched intently as Applejack kept her muzzle close to his cock, but got increasingly more frustrated by Applejack’s inaction.

“A shame, wish Ah knew how ta help you out…” she teased, slowly standing back up.

“Waitwaitwaitwaitwait!” Gallus silently cursed to himself. Of course he’d have to go through this humiliation in order to get what he wanted. “I…I know what I want…!”

Applejack paused. “...Go on, then.”

Gallus could feel his entire face burning with blush as he tried to force his words out from his throat. “I…I want…C-Can you…rrrgh! Can you just step on me with those strong hooves of yours?!” He immediately winced after the words left his beak, cracking them open just to watch Applejack’s reaction.

Applejack just gave Gallus a warm smile. “That’s all ya needed to say.”

Applejack lifted up her front hoof, slowly putting it down on Gallus’s chest, then gradually applying more and more pressure in that same spot.

“Gah…ahhn!” Gallus could feel his chest tighten up, his heart racing faster the harder Applejack stepped down.

“Yeah, ya like that?” Applejack smirked, putting her other front hoof on Gallus’s chest. She looked down at his cock, throbbing and twitching and leaking with pre. “Heh, guess you don’t have to answer that…”

Gallus tilted his head back, letting out a little whine as he felt the pressure of Applejack’s hooves on his body.

Applejack softly chuckled, walking off Gallus, only to position one of her hind hooves above his face.

Gallus watched with excitement as Applejack’s hoof pressed down against his cheek.

“C’mon, Gallus,” Applejack prompted, nudging Gallus’s back with her hoof. “Why don’t ya show my hooves how much you love ‘em?”

Without even thinking or hesitating, Gallus pressed his beak against the underside of Applejack’s hoof, eagerly giving her hoof some loving kisses, even sticking out his tongue to give it a slow lick.

“Woah-ho! Wasn’t expecting you to go that far!” Applejack chuckled and jolted in surprise. “Feel free to keep goin’, though. Got another hoof waiting for ya, after all…”

Luna looked through the open barn door at Gallus’s fantasy. “...Yep, that makes sense.”

Author's Note

You know with the constantly rotating roster I hope you guys take some comfort in some things just not changing.