“How,” Spitfire began, pausing to pant and clutch at her chest. “How are you still so fast?”

“You have no idea how much cardio I do,” Rainbow Dash dismissed. “Seriously. I’ve been running a marathon twice daily for like six months at this point.”

“Quit rubbing your win in my face and throw those in the fridge,” Spitfire complained.

“Hey, I ain't being a poor winner or nothing. You did great and that was really close,” Rainbow Dash replied.

“Thank you, Rainbow Dash. Now get that cute tush in the kitchen. I hate warm booze,” Spitfire shot back.

“Alright Cap,” Rainbow Dash dutifully exclaimed.

The speedster hummed a nonsensical tune to herself as she trotted into the kitchen, shaking off a few stray bits of snow that had gotten stuck in her mane. A hoof helped get rid of the white flakes before brushing her shoulders down. With her head clear of the irritating ice crystals, Rainbow Dash pulled out a pair of ciders and then tossed the remainder in the fridge.

She was about to close the door when she noticed how empty it was.

“Looks like my old place. Nothing but moldy food, condiments, and stale beer,” Rainbow Dash murmured, glancing about the room. “The rest of the place looks clean enough even if there's enough dust on this oven that it could be a fire hazard.”

Rainbow Dash wiped her hoof over the top of the range and scowled at the grey mass that clung to her limb.

“You comin' or do I gotta start this party all on my lonesome?” Spitfire shouted.

“One sec!” Rainbow Dash shouted back.

Flicking the tops off the bottles, Rainbow Dash tucked them under a wing before strutting back into the main room. It was only then that she realized just how big the other Wonderbolt’s house was.

A wide sweeping staircase wrapped around the edge of the room while a balcony overlooked the living room. Floor-to-ceiling windows would have added incredible illumination if it wasn't so late. That job now lay in the hands of the chandelier hanging overhead, the cobweb-filled mass of crystal lighting the place up fairly well.

“Whoowee, fancy place,” Rainbow Dash remarked. “I bet Rarity would have a field day with all them fancy couches and architectural whatsits.”

“My house isn't the only beautiful thing here,” Spitfire interrupted.

Rainbow Dash glanced over to find that the other Wonderbolt was standing halfway down the stairs, a wide grin on her face. Her clothing had been discarded, and her fur had received a brief, but thorough drying. Though she appeared slightly disheveled, Spitfire made it look intentional in a way that Rainbow Dash couldn't quite explain.

Where some of her partners had been prodigious in one area or another, Spitfire had none of that. She had no massive flanks, no titanic teets, or legs that went on forever. What she did have was a body perfectly toned, and sculpted by a careful hoof who knew exactly what she wanted.

Rainbow Dash didn't know if it was the lighting or what, but it felt like, in that instance, she could see every last muscle group the mare had. A champion flyer, her back, and shoulders were the most dominant part of her, yet they weren't alone. Her legs were also thin, but well-muscled, while her neck was strong though not so wide as to have an odd proportion.

Yes, there were signs of age there, Spitfire was over a decade Rainbow Dash’s senior after all, and the prismatic pegasus wasn't as young as she used to be. Rainbow could spot the wrinkles that were being held back by cardio and skin care routines. The crow's feet that were hidden by makeup, and eyes so radiant that they outshone any attempt to mar her beauty.

Spitfire was older, that fact was unavoidable, but that did not mean she was not frighteningly attractive.

“So, how do I compare against those young hussys you have at home?” Spitfire remarked, smirking down at the other mare.

“You don't.”

“What?”

“I mean-” Rainbow Dash coughed into her hoof. “You don't compare but you don't have to. To pit you against them would be to insult you both.”

“That's a start,” Spitfire murmured.

“It's like comparing a sunset to a flower, both are beautiful, but how would you even compare the two?” Rainbow Dash continued. “You cannot compliment the flower’s aroma without insulting the sunset. Just as you cannot compliment the waning rays of day and their subtle warmth without insulting the flower.”

“That's… quite poetic,” Spitfire remarked.

“Thanks. Rarity’s got me into poetry lately but that's not the point,” Rainbow Dash dismissed. “The point is that you are both so wholly unique with your own special qualities that if you asked me who was superior I wouldn't have an answer. Nor do I think that there is one for that matter.”

“You’ve turned into quite the charmer you know,” Spitfire pointed out, chuckling.

“Thanks. Just uh don't ask me to keep that up. I think I’m all out of eloquent things to say,” Rainbow Dash remarked with a chuckle of her own.

“How about we walk and talk, hmm?” Spitfire offered, gesturing towards the second floor.

“Sounds good, oh and here,” Rainbow Dash countered, extending a wing, cider balanced neatly atop it.

“Appreciated,” Spitfire replied.

Together the pair walked up the stairs, and started down the hall, sipping their drinks on occasion.

“So what else have you picked up from your harem?” Spitfire prompted, bumping her hip against Rainbow Dash’s side.

“Oh lots,” Rainbow Dash muttered, glancing up in thought. “Twilight has me reading historical fiction which I never thought I’d like.”

“Really?”

“The questions are all kinda cool. Like, what if Commander Hurricane hadn't allied with the early equestrian government? That kind of thing,” Rainbow Dash answered. “What else? Fluttershy convinced me to try taking care of shrimp and that's been going really well.”

“Shrimp, really?”

“Hey, they are pretty cool little guys. Plus I got their tank so optimized I could leave for like, a month and they’ll be fine. They’re independent, like me,” Rainbow Dash counted.

“Debatable,” Spitfire countered.

Spitfire took the lead and stepped into her bedroom.

“Sweet digs,” Rainbow Dash remarked, stopping in front of a large glass case. “Wait, is that really the flag Captain Cumulus carried with him during the first cross-Equestria flight?”

“That it is, but we both know that story. What I want to know is what else is new with you,” Spitfire pressed.

“Oh uh yeah,” Rainbow Dash murmured, the mare barely able to tear her gaze away from the plethora of Wonderbolt Memorabilia that covered the walls. “So where were we?”

“I believe you were talking about your shrimp,” Spitfire pointed out, pausing to take another swig of her drink.

“Oh right,” Rainbow Dash paused to think. “Applejack and I cook sometimes. I mostly chop stuff and do all the bending because she's got twins right now. Pinkie Pie and I hike every other week. Or snowshoe, depending on the temperature.”

“I’ve always wanted to try that,” murmured Spitfire thoughtfully.

“It's pretty fun- oh and Scootaloo got me into skateboarding. Which is like, way harder than it looks,” Rainbow Dash exclaimed.

“Even for you? I thought you were the master of all that goes fast,” Spitfire countered.

“Ha, I wish,” Rainbow Dash spat. “Skateboarding is hard and takes real hoof coordination. What else?”

Rainbow Dash hummed.

“Apple Bloom convinced me to start a family scrapbook which I was actually pretty okay with since I have like, a ton of kids now,” Rainbow Dash added.

“How many exactly?”

“I think… thirteen? No wait, then there was Twilight the other week,” Rainbow Dash murmured.

“You lost track of how many kids you have?” Spitfire shot back, the mare barely holding back laughter.

“Hey! Some of them may or may not be mine. We haven't had the chance to check which of Fluttershy’s were Pinkie Pie’s and which were mine. Also, there was this whole thing where Applejack got her hooves on a futa potion and it became this whole thing,” Rainbow Dash dismissed. “Not like I care about the whole blood relation thing. They’re all mine in a way.”

“Adorable,” Spitfire commented, leaning against Rainbow Dash’s shoulder.

“Yeah, they totally are. Never thought I’d enjoy being a parent, but here we are,” Rainbow Dash murmured.

“So,” Rainbow Dash began again. “Would you mind if I stuck around for a few days? Or would you rather I cum and run?”

“I wouldn't mind the company, but what exactly did you have in mind?” Spitfire pressed.

“Well, we gotta make sure it takes, right?” Rainbow Dash replied with a smirk. “Sure I might be the most virile she stud this side of the Vanhoover but ya never know.”

“And?” Spitfire pressed.

“And I thought we could clean this place up a bit. Get to know one another better,” Rainbow Dash added. “Sure we’ve known one another professionally for like, forever but I can count on one wing every time we’ve been alone in a room with one another.”

“And that number probably gets cut in half if you don't count all the times I had to call you into my office,” Spitfire remarked, chuckling to herself.

“True,” Rainbow Dash agreed. “Plus, you are going to be the mother of my child and I know you don't want me there all the time but I still wanna be able to gel with ya, ya know?”

“I get it,” Spitfire muttered.

“Sweet, well I better grab us another,” Rainbow Dash began, snagging the empty bottle out of Spitfire’s grasp and standing up. “Wouldn't want you getting thirsty.”

“Oh I’m thirsty already,” Spitfire interrupted. “But not for cider.”

A hoof caught Rainbow Dash’s shoulder and before the mare knew what was going on, she had been spun around and forced into a kiss. The empty bottles were tossed aside, the cider forgotten in favor of the warmth found in one another. Surprised, but not startled, Rainbow Dash immediately leaned back into the embrace, kissing Spitfire back and matching her intensity.

Tongues flicked back and forth while hooves explored one another’s bodies. Though it seemed mutual, there was a competition bubbling just under the surface. Both were trying to stake their claim, to be the one on top and to take the other as their own.

Rainbow Dash’s first reaction was to push back, to rest control of her tongue, and to push Spitfire down. Yet, she had a feeling that wouldn't end well, even if Rainbow Dash was the physically stronger of the pair. Dominant though she may be, this time Rainbow Dash bit back her desires, and let her partner take the lead.

Spitfire felt this shift and pushed further, exploring her partner’s mouth while roaming further down the other mare’s body. A hoof gripped tight Rainbow Dash’s burgeoning erection, holding it for a moment before the kiss finally broke.

“MMm thank you,” Spitfire whispered. “You can have your way with me another time, but for now, I need to make you mine.”

“Well go on,” Rainbow Dash retorted, leaning in and nipping at the other mare’s neck. “Take me then, if you have the stones.”

“Oh, I got the stones alright,” Spitfire shot back.

A twist, a shove, and Rainbow Dash was lying on her back, staring up at the cloud ceiling, a grin on her face. She glanced down just in time to see Spitfire step up onto the bed and begin striding towards her, a wider, hungrier smile crossing her own features.

It was at this moment that Rainbow Dash realized something that she had not thought of.

Spitfire was a milf.

Sure she didn't have any kids of herself, at least not yet, but everything else was there. The age difference, the giant house, the sex life that was deader than disco. She was a milf, and not only that, she was Rainbow Dash’s first milf.

“I’m going to assume that smile is because you are enjoying the show,” Spitfire declared, stopping only when she was looming directly over the other mare. “Either that or you want me to step on you.”

“You are just really really pretty,” Rainbow Dash replied.

“You are so sweet that you make me want to give you the girlfriend treatment,” Spitfire remarked with a chuckle.

“I’m down if you are,” Rainbow Dash countered.

“Hmmm, good,” Spitfire declared, running a wing tip down Rainbow Dash’s cheek. “There will be time testing our endurance and breaking beds later. Right now I want to take things nice, and slow.”

“I can do slow,” Rainbow Dash murmured.

The two mares kissed one another deeply, their lips locking briefly before tongues darted forth and their dance began in earnest. Spitfire was eager to probe her partner's mouth, darting in, and teasing the other pony with small, short and intense kisses. While she peppered Rainbow Dash in short pecks, her wings were caressing the other mare’s body, leaving the prismatic pegasus twitching and eager.

No matter how eager she got, however, Rainbow Dash held herself back and merely enjoyed the attention. It wasn't her usual style or her usual speed but to go so fast so quick off the hop would have felt wrong somehow. The change of pace was nice, and not only that but there was a spark here, one that Rainbow Dash didn't want to smother by moving too fast.

“Mmm, let's see what we are working with here,” Spitfire murmured, breaking the kiss.

Rainbow Dash just smiled and watched as the other mare broke away, moving further down the bed.

“Oh my, you are a big girl, aren't you?” Spitfire exclaimed, running a hoof down Rainbow Dash’s firm length.

“You act like you haven't seen it a million times in the shower.”

“That may be,” Spitfire admitted. “But there is something much different about seeing it flaccid and in pacing. It is another to behold it so closely.”

“Well, you have it. What next?” Rainbow Dash pressed.

“Next? I get you lubed up. Then I ride you until you blow a fat load straight in my womb,” Spitfire retorted.

“You are so fucking hot.”

“Don't you forget it.”

With that small declaration made, Spitfire leaned, down and opened her mouth wide. A wing guided Rainbow Dash’s erection to her lips and past it, the mottled teal dick disappearing inside the other mare.

Lying there, with her forehooves behind her head, Rainbow Dash was as comfortable as can be while having the perfect view. She watched as Spitfire slid down further and further, coating the futa mare’s length in a thick layer of slimy spit. The feeling was amazing, and Rainbow Dash almost wished she would stay down there longer.

Yet the other mare didn't linger once her lips pressed against Rainbow Dash’s crotch and her job was done. Length slick with spit, Spitfire stuck around for a moment or two just to tease out a few shuddering moans. Then with her teasing complete, she pulled back in a single fluid motion, ascending back up to the tip.

With an audible, and possibly exaggerated pop, Spitfire released Rainbow Dash’s cock.

“Mmm, not bad. You take good care of yourself,” Spitfire remarked, wiping her lips on a feather. “Even your cock tastes good.”

“Nothing a little high-quality soap can't handle,” Rainbow Dash replied.

“Now then. Let's get on to the real thing,” Spitfire declared.

A wingtip held Rainbow Dash’s cock upright and in position while Spitfire strode forward. With a deftness that could only be born of a lifetime of athleticism, Spitfire inserted her lover’s cock inside of her and began to lean back. Warm, wet folds gripped tight Rainbow Dash’s length, massaging the turgid length as it slid deeper still.

“Mmmm, you feel great,” purred Rainbow Dash.

“You feel great?” Spitfire mocked, pausing her descent and giving her hips a wiggle. “Where did that eloquence go, hmm?”

“I told you I’m all out of it. The best I got now is awkward compliments, and the occasional grunt,” Rainbow Dash shot back.

“I’ll take it,” Spitfire proclaimed.

Throwing herself back, the mare swallowed the rest of Rainbow Dash’s length, their hips connected. Pausing there, Spitfire ran a hoof up and down the slight bulge her lover made in her midsection.

“That does feel good,” Spitfire agreed.

“Told ya,” Rainbow Dash shot back with a smirk.

“Shh, you. The time for words has passed,” Spitfire dismissed.

The moment the declaration left her lips, Spitfire began to move. She started slow, deliberate, a slight bounce just to test the waters. Seeing where things were going, Rainbow Dash reached up and placed her hooves on her lover’s side.

Up and down Spitfire went, the mare slowly but steadily building up pace. As this happened, she would occasionally lean down and plant a kiss on the other mare’s lips. All while a forehoof caressed Rainbow Dash’s chest, running down her powerful abdominal muscles.

Spitfire wasn't the only one who was enjoying the firmness of the other’s body. Rainbow Dash could feel her appreciation for Spitfire’s sleek form growing with each second. Each chiseled muscle group only made her more excited and more eager to put a baby in the mare.

A fat flank and a big old pair of heavy hangers were great and all, but it was a wonderbolt that had caused her first sexual awakening and all that old desire came roaring back. It was almost enough to make her break her concentration and grab the other pony but she resisted that urge. They would take things slowly at first, they would explore one another’s bodies and revel in the intimacy.

Once that was done, all bets were off and Rainbow Dash knew they’d be destroying beds in no time.

Spitfire nipped at Rainbow Dash’s neck before sitting up a little more, shooting her lover a little grin. Now out of range of kisses, Spitfire had a bit more leverage and a bit more room. She put both of these things to use immediately, speeding up slightly.

The slightly wet thwap of flesh meeting flesh was punctuated by the occasional grunt from Rainbow Dash or the slightly more feminine moans that slipped past Spitfire’s lips. The slightly sweet smell of alcohol that came from Spitfire’s breath smelled strange and pleasant, to Rainbow Dash. Even the slowly building scent of sweat was enticing in an odd way, joining the cocktail of sensory experiences assaulting the young mare.

Rainbow Dash could feel her balls churn, cum building in her fat balls. She hadn't blown a load in what was only a few days, though to the speedster it felt like forever. Slightly backed up, she was eager for release but held back the worst of her urges.

Instead, she focused that temptation to a laser point.

Her forehooves grabbed Spitfire’s waist, and her own hips thrust up just as Spitfire went almost all the way down. It was a small, almost submissive move that spurned Spitfire to move a little quicker.

Keeping one forehoof on Rainbow Dash’s chest, Spitfire began to bounce faster. Her toned, well-muscled hips rippled as they went up and down, controlling every motion and ensuring her partner only moved the way Spitfire wanted her to. That level of restraint would usually make Rainbow Dash annoyed, yet here, beneath her childhood idol, and young adult crush, she didn't even mind.

Spitfire flashed her partner a cocky smirk before bumping things up and going a little faster still. At that point, their pace could be described as quick, with the thwap, thwap of flesh meeting flesh being only a heartbeat or two apart. A tempo that Rainbow Dash easily matched, thrusting up as Spitfire came down.

Each time this happened, Rainbow Dash could see the small bulge in her lover’s stomach grow ever so slightly. The sight of it was hot, and Rainbow Dash knew that it would only get hotter once she got the chance to really unload. Just the mental image of Spitfire sporting a slightly sloshing belly of jizz was enough to make Rainbow Dash’s cock twitch eagerly in anticipation.

“You feel so good,” Spitfire whispered, the mare biting her lip and stifling a particularly powerful moan.

“You ain't so bad yourself, captain,” Rainbow Dash replied. “I don't know how long I’m going to last.”

“Forget restraint. Give me everything you got,” Spitfire demanded in a low growl.

“Yes, my captain,” Rainbow Dash eagerly replied.

Shifting her forehooves lower, Rainbow Dash grabbed Spitfire by the ass. The moment her grip was secure, Rainbow Dash shifted her body and began to thrust hard. The thud of the first impact was loud and stopped Spitfire dead in her tracks. Biting down on a forehoof, Spitfire could do nothing but crouch there as Rainbow Dash pounded her for all she was worth.

Over and over and over, Rainbow Dash thrust forward, slamming herself as deep and as fast as possible. Restraint was tossed aside as both mares rushed headlong into their first orgasm. Neither had to speak a word, they just knew that the other was close and that the end was rapidly approaching.

Spitfire released her hoof and moaned long and hard, bracing herself against the headboard. Rainbow Dash grunted a little deeper, the mare growling as she slammed herself as deep as possible into Spitfire’s tight, dripping-wet cunt.

“Here it comes!” Rainbow Dash shouted.

“Yes, yes. Give it to me!” Spitfire yelled back, the mare nearly slipping back into her drill instructor voice.

Throwing herself into the act, Rainbow Dash pushed herself to go as fast as possible. For a moment she almost mourned the slow but steady pace but she pushed that thought quickly out of her mind. A sprint to the finish line was always fun, after all.

With one final grunt, Rainbow Dash threw her hips forward for the last time. While Rainbow Dash pushed up, Spitfire shoved herself down, eager to swallow every last inch. And she accomplished this with aplomb, taking every last millimeter of futa cock before also taking the first blast of jizz.

The eruption of cum was enormous, with the impact striking Spitfire at such a perfect angle that her orgasm spiked along with it. The intense pleasure drowned out all other thoughts until Spitfire could sense her belly begin to grow heavy. A hoof pressed against her now bloated womb, the slight impact causing it to slosh every so slightly.

But the virile mare wasn't done yet, and more cum erupted from the tip of her dick, joining the small ocean already locked in Spitfire’s depths. Over a minute later, the pair exchanged what felt like a simultaneous gasp of release, their orgasms having finally ended.

Spitfire slumped down, laying her head against Rainbow Dash’s shoulder. While the prismatic pegasus sighed, and fell into the bedding, a blissful expression on her face. They remained that way for several minutes, catching their breath and simply bathing in the afterglow.

“You were… amazing,” Rainbow Dash muttered.

“You were pretty good yourself, Crash,” Spitfire teased.

“Now that's a nickname I haven't heard in a while,” Rainbow Dash mused.

“I could go back to your name. If you’d like.”

“No! No,” Rainbow Dash repeated, softer this time. “It's different when you say it.”

“Then it is settled, Crash,” Spitfire pressed, nipping at the other pony’s neck. “Ready for round two?”

“Mind if I grab another cider? We could fuck on the kitchen table,” Rainbow Dash offered.

“Nah that would kill my back. Let's fuck on that fancy couch downstairs. I never got the chance to break that one in,” Spitfire countered.

“Ooh, I’ll be your first. How exciting,” Rainbow Dash teased back.

“Best treat me right then,” Spitfire retorted.

“You know I will,” Rainbow Dash promised.

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