Hybrid Rainbow

Chapters

I Think I Can.
Smile.
One Life.
Missed Opportunities
Dancefloor Orgy.
Nightmare.
A Trip to Cadence's
The Love Goddess
Sleepyhead.
Pillow Talk.

I Think I Can.

Slowly creeping into lucidity, Rainbow Dash's eyes flickered open as they tried to make sense of the blurred colors, lights and shadows around her; pale tans, stark whites and rich mediterranean blues gradually transforming into the linens and pillows that so engulfed her. Muscles filled with an aching vigor as Dash stretched her two pairs of hooves straight out like they were on a rack, letting her mouth grow into a gaping yawn that cracked her voice into an adorable squeak. As she pulled her arms outwards, the tension in her tendons grew a little too great for comfort and let them simply fall to earth like wet cloth.

Her falling right hoof landed on a soft, yet hard protrusion of some sort with a barely audible "thump" noise, prompting the lump's owner to recoil and fold from the ensuing prick of pain.

"Ow!" Yelped Spitfire, shifting her weight forward as she sat upright, her upwards motion causing Dash's hoof to fall into her lap. She began to administer soothing pressure to her offended muzzle by gently rubbing its tip with both hooves, giving her a somewhat nasal tone of voice. "That was my nose! Careful there, Rainbow..."

Dash quickly rose to her hooves, awakened by her idol's distress. "Oh my gosh, I am so so sorry, Spitfire, I didn't know you were-- SPITFIRE?!" She squawked, quickly realizing who she was sharing a bed with. "What the-- How the... What are you doing in my bed?!"

Spitfire giggled. "Soarin' and I crashed here after hauling all your stuff into your new room here at the Wonderbolts Mansion." She said, sniffling as she rubbed her nose with a single hoof to get her sinuses back in order. "This bed is a lot roomier than it looks, I tell ya..." The mare winked.

It took two whole seconds for Rainbow's brain to fully figure out her present situation - a realization that sent blood rushing straight into her face and wings, mind set aflame with shock.

"I...You, err...me, no! I..." Stuttered Rainbow Dash, her tongue fumbling around in a hurry to express her thoughts. "I slept with you?!" She squeaked. "And Soarin'?!"

The Wonderbolt gave her a husky laugh. "Ha ha...No, silly, you didn't sleep with us, you just slept next to us." Rainbow Dash blushed even more from what Spitfire was implying. "There's a difference, believe it or not...We just couldn't help it, we were completely exhausted after having to drag in all of the stuff from your house after the movers so thoughtfully bailed on us. Besides, we would never even think of taking advantage of you like that, it's just not cool at all! Plus, we were too tired to do anything but sleep. But at least we got some good exercise out of it, so that counts for something, huh?"

Dash laughed sheepishly, smiling nervously as she pawed the back of her head with one hoof. "Heh...Yeah, I guess so." Rainbow Dash paused, the blue pegasus taking note of her surroundings: a big, bright room with a panoramic window filled with nothing but crates, boxes and the bed they slept in. "Huh. So this is my new room..." She said to herself. "How in the hay did I get in here, anyway?" She asked.

Spitfire finished her stretching, letting out an uncouthly loud yawn. "That's what we'd like to know!" She giggled. "We just found you sleeping in your bed after we finished getting it out of the van and through the door." Rainbow Dash did a double-take. "Heck, I'd also like to know how you and your turtle managed to hang on to it that whole time!" Laughed Spitfire.

"Whoa, hold your horses there, Spitfire!" Said Rainbow Dash, making a "slow-down" gesture with her hooves. "Tank and I were in the van that whole time?!"

Spitfire nodded. "And when we were hauling the bed in here, too." She added.

"Why didn't you wake me up, then?"

"The comforters were so bunched up, we never noticed you were under there, actually! Also, you are just too damn cute when you're all tuckered out like that..." Spitfire gave the meek blue mare a pair of bedroom eyes that simply pierced straight through her.

"'C-cute...?'" Dash stuttered, her cheeks stained carmine.

"And especially when you blush like that."

Rainbow Dash blushed even harder after hearing those words, wings lifting an inch upwards. Spitfire was right about what she said last week: Dash really does mean a lot to her! But how much, exactly? Was her own idol genuinely in love with her, her biggest fan? That just couldn't be true at all. Things like that only happened in those cheap, cheesy romance novels Dash would see at the drug store - real life was much more complicated than the flowery poetry of a bunch of Casanova-wannabes. And if they were, did she even have the guts - the sober guts, that is - to return those feelings Spitfire may or may not have for her? Or would she have to make the first move and risk her friendship, lifelong dream and reputation by a show of affection? Again?

No. I can make her mine. I love Spitfire and she knows it! But...how would I be able to really get to know her better? A date, maybe? Of course, a date! All relationships start with a date...or two...or...fifty... Oh man, it's bad to rush anything, but I'm absolutely burning for her right now! I can feel my heat coming on again, I can't just wait and date for years and years, I want to live out the prime of my life with her! Not to mention eat her pussy like a fancy dinner... Oh crap, she's looking at me funny! Think fast, Rainbow Dash!

"Um...Dash? You feelin' okay?" Asked Spitfire, wierded out by the rainbow-maned mare staring into space right at her. "Helloooo...Earth to Dash, come iiiiin..." She waved a hoof in front of Dash's face to try and snap her out of her trance.

Rainbow Dash shook herself back into lucidity, her eyes derping around for a bit in to buy her some extra time to figure out what she was going to say. "Uhh...How about we go...takeatourofthemansionokay?" She blurted.

Spitfire chuckled warmly, her voice like a jingling bell. "A tour of the mansion? Well, if you say so, Dash. Come on, let me show you around the place..." The golden mare got on her hooves and leapt down from the bed, trotting off towards the door with Rainbow Dash following right behind her. "Coming, Soarin'?"

"Who- what- where's- Huh?!" Soarin's eyes shot open like spotlights and hastily fumbled out of bed, getting his wits about him before noticing Spitfire and Rainbow Dash walking out of the room together. "Hey, wait for me, girls!" He cried, scrambling to his feet and cantering off, only to trip right over Tank - who was already halfway to the door - and landing face-first into the carpet. The two mares couldn't help but crack up.

"Relax, Soarin', we're just giving Rainbow Dash a tour of the mansion, there's no need to rush!" Laughed Spitfire.

"Heheh...Yeah! No need to get in over your head about it!" Dash snickered, ultimately breaking out into a snorting fit of laughter, with Spitfire joining in as well.

Soarin' yanked his head out of the carpet, seeing two girls laughing their plots off at him with Tank gleefully making his way towards the two. "Aw come on, that's not funny!" He said.

The mares gradually quieted down, quickly regaining their composure. "Sorry, Soarin'..." Said Spitfire, still snickering as she wiped a tear from her eye. "...You are just too much fun sometimes!"

"But don't take it so seriously, we love fun things!" Added Rainbow Dash, grinning impishly.

"Heh...Alright, I guess you two had your laugh for the day..." Soarin' said, chuckling nervously.

"Come along now, Soarin'," Said Spitfire, gesturing him to follow her and Rainbow. "You're just in time for the tour!"

Leading the way way for Rainbow Dash, Soarin' and Tank (who had no trouble keeping up with the other three), Spitfire led her cyan-coated comrade on a tour around the Wonderbolts Mansion, taking the occasional glance over her shoulder to see Rainbow's expression, which was almost always one of awe and excitement. Leading her counter-clockwise around the building, Spitfire started their tour at the well-furnished dorm rooms where Rainbow Dash was now living, to the luxurious tans and browns of the main hall and adjacent transepts, to the opulent trophy room connecting the rec room to the hall of the west wing and ending their tour at the glistening, water-soaked white tiles that made up the Wonderbolts' locker room.

The rest of the team was gone; having left to prevent a Hydra from wandering into Ponyville, so the only sounds that came from the mansion's exposed rafters, doric sandstone columns and stained oak paneling were the echoes bouncing off the walls; coming from the mouths of Spitfire, Soarin' and Rainbow Dash.

"And as you can see here, this is the portrait of our founder and my grandfather, Supermarine..."

"Wow, look at all that fan-mail..."

"Is that the key to the city of Cloudsdale?"

"That's the 'Secret Room' we keep in the basement. It's off-limits to non-Wonderbolts and only I have the key..."

"All that's in there is-"

"Shh! Don't ruin the surprise for her, Soarin'!"

"How much does it cost to keep this place clean?"

"There's the bathroom, so you know where to look in case nature calls..."

"That's Misty's room. She gets crazy angry if you go in there..."

"I'm hungry."

"It's almost lunch time, you can make it."

"And last but not least..." Said Spitfire, panting a bit from having to show Rainbow Dash the entire mansion and letting out a tired sigh. "...Here's my room, right across from yours, Dash. So what do you think? Rainbow Dash?"

Rainbow Dash was too fixed upon the captain's round, spandex-clad plot to give an answer, gazing at both the mansion's many features and the Wonderbolts' firm, shapely rump if not the treasure buried beneath that fiery tail of hers. The sight of Spitfire's tush flexing with every stride of her hind legs with a slight jiggle was enough to rekindle her heat, as evidenced by the warm dampness between Rainbow's thighs.

Speaking of heat, Dash could've sworn to Celestia that Spitfire was in season; that hot, sexy smell not unlike spiced wine permeated by clove and sage that, as determined by untold millennia worth of genetic memory, was the scent that sent every stallion and every mare within its grasp a message straight to their brains that said "I'm female, I'm hot, I'm horny, and I want it bad." From that aroma, both Soarin' and Rainbow Dash could only imagine the sweet chorus of moans that Spitfire could produce in bed; a sound of pure, heavenly ecstasy that changed in tone, volume and pitch like an organ - every keystroke replaced by every squeeze, touch, lick and nibble upon her luscious body.

"I think we should really get you some lunch, guys." Said Spitfire, interrupting the two drooling blue Pegasi from their ass-induced trance, both blushing sheepishly. "I don't want you two to get so hungry that you two try to eat my butt..."

"Heh. Why wouldn't I?" Laughed Soarin'. "There's one cheek for both of us, right Rainbow Dash?"

Dash felt the spotlight of the conversation shift straight towards her, face burning red from embarrassment. "Well...I guess, if I was that hungry...I think..." She stuttered, scratching her head and staring straight down. "I mean, I stayed up all night last night and haven't eaten a thing since, so...I guess under dire circumstances, I would..."

"Well no wonder you're so tired!" Replied Spitfire, with an amused smirk. "Well, how about we all head over to the Cloudsdale Diner for some lunch, shall we? My treat!"

"Totally!" Soarin' replied. "I love eating out, don't you, Dash?"

"You know it..." Moaned Rainbow Dash in a sly voice before noticing Tank staring at her and pointing to his open mouth. "Actually, hang on a second. I just have to go get Tank's flying machine so he can join us, okay?"

"Anytime you're ready, Dash." Said Spitfire. "They have a bakery right next door to them and their curry bread is to die for, so if you want, I'll be happy to order some for you."

"You don't have to, Spitz, I hate spicy food."

"Don't be such a baby, Rainbow Dash, hating spicy food is a telltale sign of immaturity. Well, at least that's what my friends always told me..."

"Rainbows are spicy, so spice is a part of my namesake, right? And isn't that good enough?"

"We'll talk more about it on the way there, so grab Tank's little device and let's going..."

With an impatient-sounding huff, the blue Pegasus trotted into her room and fished out Tank's strap-on propeller from one of the moving crates. Rainbow Dash was happier than a foal in a candy store on a snow day, today. For most of her life, she wanted to live in the Wonderbolts Mansion with her heroes and now that she was, she had difficulty trying to come up with a new goal for her to reach. Joining them, if not making it through the academy was such a high bar, so it would take something really ambitious to surpass something like that. Dash couldn't think of a single goal to reach besides taking down an entire dojo full of Donkey ninjas bare-hoofed while doing a Sonic Rainboom. Not one thing. Well, except for one, actually:

To be happily married to Spitfire and do so many naughty things to her every night and all night for the rest of their lives.

"Alright, I got Tank's flying doohickey strapped onto him." Said Rainbow Dash, buckling up the safety belt on the tortoise's shell, giving Tank the signal to start his engines simply mere thought. He had to thank the Unicorn Engineers of the Canterlot School of Engineering for that marvel of technology. "So are you guys ready to go?"

"Yep!" Replied Spitfire. "My plot's not moving without you guys." She loved watching Dash and Soarin' perk up whenever she mentioned anything about butts. "Although come to think of it, my suit's been feeling a little snug, lately. I haven't been gaining weight, have I, Soarin'?"

The stallion simply froze in a combination of embarrassment and pure terror, knowing much better than to guess a girl's weight, which he has learned the hard way on a few occasions. Rainbow Dash simply found her eyes shifting back to Spitfire's rump and feeling her wings stiffen some.

"Uhh...No?" Dash stammered.

"Hmph. That's what I thought!" Said Spitfire with a cocky look on her face. "Now let's stop yapping and get ourselves some grub!"

"You bet!" The young mare replied. "In fact, why don't we race to see who can make it to the diner first?"

"Oh really, Dash?" The captain gave Rainbow a cocky smile. "You really think you can beat me?"

"Yeah!"

"You think you can?"

"Yeah!"

"I don't think you can..."

Dash puffed out her chest and stood upright, putting on her best "macho" pose. "I think I can!"

The two mares bent down on all fours into their starting positions, the taste for victory (and boca burgers) clearly seen. Rainbow Dash took the liberty of starting the countdown.

"On the count of three..." She said. "THREE!!" Rainbow shot off like a rocket into the distance, leaving a flustered and frustrated Spitfire far behind her.

"Wha-- Hey!! That's cheating, Newbie!" Yelled Spitfire with equal parts venom and playful energy in her voice. The golden mare took off towards the multi-colored blur vanishing into the distance eager to catch her, yelling the whole way. "Get back here before I have you scrubbing latrines for the rest of your life!"

"H-hey, wait!" Yelled Soarin', confused and left in the dust with Tank. "What about me and Tank?!" The flying tortoise gave his response in the form of carelessly swerving to his left, colliding with the Stallion's head and giving him a few constellations worth of stars to see.

As Spitfire gave chase, she felt her heart throb with excitement, imagining herself chasing after Rainbow Dash during the Forest Love festival, where happy and horny Ponies gathered at the pine forest south of its Everfree counterpart and chase each other through the woods until one pounces on the other for sex. The whole event was entirely consensual, so each and every stallion and mare alike knew they were going to screw and get screwed by everypony else. Most importantly, that event was coming up in a few days and Spitfire had to get in on that action - especially since it would be the first time Rainbow Dash ever took part in the event, too. Now that the two were racing, this was a golden opportunity for Spitfire to practice her skills at chasing the filly, knowing that if she can catch up to her, then she can make Dash hers at the festival. Her stomach tightened and nethers swelled at the very thought of the things to come (no pun intended), heart tensing and beating knowing that such a carnal fantasy would come true in only a matter of days.

I'm gonna get you, Dash. Not even all the hard, thick stallion cocks in Equestria will satisfy the lust in my heart right now. I'm gonna get you...and make you mine.

Smile.

Once again, Pinkie Pie's trusty party cannon has proven itself useful.

Too useful, that is.

The Mane Five found themselves sprawled across the plush sofas and armchairs that made up the northern side of the Wonderbolts Mansion's main hall. Despite busying themselves with entertaining activities like counting the sandstone bricks at the base of the walls, staring to space and fiddling with a small tin of rubber bands, Spike and the others had their work at preparing the party all cut out for them thanks to Pinkie's prized invention. There was one major snag, however -

They were bored out of their minds.

Having arrived at the mansion mere minutes after Rainbow Dash and friends left for lunch, they found the place devoid of nearly all life, save for the far-off whine of a janitor's vacuum; the perfect opportunity to load up the party cannon and let it work its magic. Twenty thundering rounds of party-based artillery fire provided the balloons, streamers, karaoke machines, favors, tableware, snacks and everything else required for a night to remember with efficiency and accuracy that was beyond the impossible. The only thing that had to be brought in manually, however; was the calorie-crammed, colossal cake made by Pinkie Pie herself, who adamantly refused to allow it to be fired out of that pink Howitzer of hers.

Such a sugary pillar of confectionary decadence was far too good to be used as simple ammunition.

Although that invention of hers saved everypony a ton of back-wracking labor, it left them with enough free time to take a look around the mansion, take themselves on a tour of the mansion, get some exercise by walking around the mansion and simply wandering through the halls of the mansion. Twice.

Spike let out an agonized yawn, his eyes glazed over with a hybrid of boredom and irritation. "Ugh, where in the world is everypony?!" Groaned the baby Dragon, feeling an increasingly irresistible urge to bang his head against the armrest of his couch. "I'm bored out of my freakin' mind here!"

"Spitfire and Rainbow Dash went out to eat, the rest of the Wonderbolts are out fighting some giant monster and the party doesn't start for another six hours." Said Twilight, reading a book she found on the shelf about the history of the Wonderbolts. "Didn't I already tell you that?"

"Oh, right..." He said in a deadpan tone of voice. "This place has a kick-awesome rec room, so why don't we just use that instead of loafing about doing nothing?"

"Them Wonderbolts don't like strangers usin' their stuff without their say-so." Applejack replied, prompting a heavy groan from the Dragon sitting on the couch across from her. The farmpony was laid out on her back, staring up at the frescos of Wonderbolts in mid-flight that adorned the arched plaster ceiling above. "Buncha snooty, upper-crusty showponies if ya ask me..."

"Why are you so irritable, Applejack?" Asked Twilight. "It's not like you to act so crotchety. You sure that your estrus isn't making you emotional?"

"'Course not! I'm not smellin' like a mare on a hot date, am I? Plus, ah took my Regumate today, so there's no worries, alright?"

"But... there must be something that's making you feel that way, right?" Fluttershy inquired, pawing at the carpet's fringes below. "I mean, if you don't mind me asking..."

"Ah don't mind, sugarcube. It's just..." Applejack sighed heavily. "...complicated, that's all."

"Sure you don't want to talk about it with us, AJ?" Asked Rarity, sprawled out suggestively on her side of Applejack's couch, reading a fashion magazine from seven months ago. "If it's romantic issues, then I might be able to give you some helpful advice. I am the go-to gal when it comes to amorous affairs, after all."

"Ah can tell by the racket you always love makin' while makin' love with Big Macintosh. And ah don't think I can keep giving Apple Bloom the 'wait 'til yer older' response for much longer..."

"I can't help it, darling. Big Macintosh is simply everything a mare could ask for under the covers; which says quite a bit when you consider that he prefers rutting with other stallions..."

"Speakin' o' ruttin', can somepony please explain what's up with Pinkie Pie?"

The aforementioned party animal was squirming and writhing around on the couch she was sleeping on, interrupted by the odd bout of suggestive hip-thrusting. All while making giddy little squeaking noises of varying pitch and volume, oblivious to the odd stares she was getting from the others.

"Brace yourselves, everypony -" Said Spike, a mix of concern and exasperation evident in his voice. "Pinkie Pie is in heat."

"Umm...Pinkie? Are you okay?" Asked Fluttershy.

"Hey Pinkie - got something to share with us?" Twilight inquired.

Much to the shock and confusion of Spike and the other mares, Pinkie simply vanished into thin air without a trace or puff of smoke, later materializing directly under Fluttershy's armchair cushion that squeezed a frightened squeal out of the canary-coated introvert.

"Please don't do that again, Pinkie." She said.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it!" Chimed the random pink phenomena, standing upright with the cushion and Pegasus balanced effortlessly on her head. "I'm just in heat! A real super-duper, hot-n'-horny kinda heat! Some Ponies think I'm some childish, logic-defying cartoon character made for the sole purpose of selling toys and throwing parties, but nooooo, when this mare gets in the mood, I'm the kind of party animal that stallions can only dream of!"

An awkward silence befell upon the entire room.

"Yeeeeeeaaaahhhh, I'm sure you are, Pinkie..." Said Twilight, visibly perturbed.

"I take it that you're...sexually active yourself, darling?" Rarity said nervously, unsure of what exactly was going to happen next. Pinkie Pie was unpredictable to begin with, but when you add estrus into the mix, the universe itself could explode at any minute!

"Of course I am!" Pinkamena Diane Pie proudly declared, zipping off to Twilight's couch, causing poor Fluttershy to tumble clumsily onto the floor. "You wouldn't believe how many stallions I've slept with! In fact, when I'm in heat, folks start referring to me as 'Kinky Pie' instead of 'Pinkie Pie!' Isn't that just silly?!" She added, staring straight into Twilight's terrified eyes, less than an inch away from her face.

The lilac-hued bookworm laughed sheepishly, fearing that the excitable filly in front of her was going to turn the TMI way past eleven. "Eheheh...What exactly do you mean by that, Pinkie?"

"You just had to say it, Twilight." Groaned Spike, rolling his eyes and burying himself under a couch cushion. The purple Dragon braced himself for a barrage of information from Pinkie that he would've been better off not hearing about at all.

"This ain't gonna be pretty..." Said Applejack, cringing.

"Oh dear..." Gasped Rarity.

"Eep." Eeped Fluttershy.

Fortunately for them, Pinkie Pie was a very mature mare; well understanding of the complex social norms and etiquette when it came to discussing matters as private and personal as one's sex life.

"Oh, it's easy! It's just that I have such a super-duper creative mind when it comes to having sexy time that boring old-fashioned sex can get tiresome sometimes, believe it or not!" She laughed, her giggle-fits punctuated by pig-like snorts. In contrast to her look of absolute glee, the faces of Pinkie Pie's audience were etched with pure, unrefined horror. "Which is why I like to do what a lot of ponies call 'Kinky sex!' Isn't that such a funny word? It rhymes with 'Pinkie,' too! Which is why they call me 'Kinky Pinkie' after all! Ooh, but 'Kinky Pie' sounds good, too! Or 'Kink Pink'. Or 'Kinkamena Diane Pie', for that matter... Kinky Pinkie, Kinky Pinkie, Kinky Pinkie, Pinkie Kinky! Isn't that just the funniest?"

"Pinkie..." Said Twilight, starting to get irritated. Pinkie Pie just kept on running her mouth and pronking around her friends in circles.

"Oh, sorry! Anyway, back onto the sexy time party part thingy! One of the things I absolutely love about kinky sex is all of the many many super-fun things you can do with so many many different super-fun things! You would be amazed at the different kinds of hot stuff that you can do with an extension cord, an egg-beater and a rubber spatula! You can even combine several different kinds of household objects to form new kinds of sex toys you never thought were even possible!"

"Pinkie..."

"You don't have to worry, though, I only use my own property for that kind of stuff so that Mr. and Mrs. Cake don't get angry or get into trouble with the city health inspector! I also use my own toys, although they're definitely not the kind that kids play with, since they're the kind that you buy at those shops that are only found in the side alleys of town. If I'm throwing a Hearts and Hooves Day party or any other kind of party like that at Cadence's palace, it always drives the stallions and fillies wild when I try on those tight and shiny black latex stockings! They look really good on me, too! Pink and black is always a sexy color combination, which is why I also like wearing that tight stealth suit that I once wore while helping Twilight sneak into the Royal Canterlot Library that one time! But as I was saying about the kinky sex, I always find that, with a little modification, the mixer can be used for some really epic sex! Why just the other day, I had the mixer on while at the same time, I had a lava lamp and a potato up my-"

"PINKIE!!!" Screamed Twilight, having had far enough of Pinkie's uncalled-for confessions, along with almost everypony else in the room that shared her sentiments.

"What is it, Twilight?" Asked Pinkie Pie, as if absolutely nothing happened.

The Unicorn groaned in exasperation. "Rainbow Dash and Spitfire are home."

"Oh, goodie!"

Rainbow Dash greeted the Mane Five, along with Tank, Soarin' and Spitfire, who helped guide her over to the couch for a lie-down. The Captain of the Wonderbolts was looking a little uncomfortable - queasy, even. Her eyelids hung heavy with fatigue, cradling her stomach with a single hoof as Rainbow Dash helped her onto the couch. Gently shifting herself into its silky cushions, Spitfire turned over onto her side and rested her head in her front legs on the soft arm of the couch, letting out a rather unlady-like belch.

"Oogh, I feel so full..." She moaned.

"Somethin' wrong, Spitty?" Asked Applejack, repositioning herself into an upright sitting position that reminded Fluttershy a little too much of a certain jade-colored Unicorn.

"Spitfire got really really hungry all of a sudden at the diner and ate a little too much too quickly." Soarin' replied, happily wagging his tail as he came up to greet the orange farmpony. "So whatcha up to up?"

"Pinkie Pie was just givin' us a real bang-up tale 'bout her sex life." She replied.

"Yeah, a little too informative." Quipped Fluttershy.

"You really shouldn't be so...overt about your sexual habits, Pinkie Pie..." Said Rarity, making the spontaneous pink ball of energy blush crimson hues into her cheeks.

Pinkie Pie giggled sheepishly, giving the fashionista a guilty grin. "Eheheh...Sorry." Her ears fell to their sides.

"Anything I can get you, Spitfire?" Asked Rainbow Dash, petting the yellow mare's shoulder affectionately.

"An antacid and a glass of water would do just fine, Dash." She replied groggily.

"Comin' right up!" The spectrum-haired said with a salute before promptly trotting off to the kitchen, all eyes watching her as she disappeared behind the mahogany doors leading to the dorm rooms. The hollow clop of her hooves against ceramic tiles slowly faded away before disappearing into the next room, preceded by the heavy thud of the doors closing behind her. Rainbow Dash was showing her loyalty much more than ever before when it came to helping Spitfire out, almost becoming a willing slave at times, much to the captain's embarrassment. As much as Spitfire appreciated Rainbow being her own personal doormare, she felt a little uncomfortable being waited on hoof and hoof everywhere she went, especially if a water puddle stood in her path and subsequently having Rainbow Dash become her own personal doormat.

"Heh, wow... Looks like Rainbow Dash is really living up to her title as the Element of Loyalty, isn't she?" Said Twilight, smiling warmly.

"She is my biggest fan, so I'm really - urp - not all that surprised..." Said Spitfire, suppressing the turbulence deep in her stomach. "Although I feel so embarrassed sometimes when she exerts herself like that. As much as I love getting pampered by an adoring fan, there are times when it really - hic - starts to get unhealthy. Say, what were you guys talking about before we got here, anyway?"

"Sex, Spitfire, sex." Spike said bluntly. The Wonderbolt felt a blush flare up on her face and a smile curl on the edge of her lips.

"Yeah, I was just sharing some of the details of my own super-fun sex life!" Chimed Pinkie, getting comfortable on the couch next to Twilight, leaning up against the blushing bookworm.

"Which we weren't really all that keen on hearin' in the first place, though." Said Applejack, still a little irritated.

"I wouldn't mind hearing that!" Soarin' chuckled, giving a pervy smile.

"Don't encourage her." Twilight said icily.

"Yeah, I can see why that would be a bit of an issue considering how jumpy she is..." Spitfire remarked, with a warm smile. "But manners and etiquette aside, I always feel that it's important to explore one's sexuality, if not talk about the subject of sex, most importantly." Spitfire covered her mouth as she let out another petit burp. "Sorry 'bout that. Anyway, it is mating season - and a particularly long one, as Canterlot astrologers were so keen to point out, so we may as well have a nice little discussion about our sex lives, no?"

"Ah think we'll pass on the topic of sex." Said Applejack, letting out a tired yawn. "Can't it wait until the party?"

"Don't mind her, Spitfire, she's just being a bit of a grumpy-pants today." Said Pinkie.

"Really?" Twilight asked Spitfire. "The Celestial Coven of Canterlot said that?"

"Yep. Six solid weeks of heat and we're only on the beginning of the week number two." The fire-haired mare said.

"Oh my..." Fluttershy remarked, shivering a bit.

"Oh dear..." Said Rarity.

"Oh great..." Groaned Spike.

Rainbow Dash returned from the dorms, pushing a small trolley cart carrying a fizzy, cloudy glass of water over to Spitfire's side of the couch, gingerly handing the cup to her idol, which she quickly emptied down her throat. Returning the empty glass to its place on the cart, Rainbow Dash sat down between her and Soarin', contently resting her chin on her plush flank.

"It's not that bad, Spot." Said the golden filly.

"It's 'Spike.'" The baby Dragon snapped back.

"Whoops! Sorry..." Spitfire smiled nervously, embarrassed by her sometimes foggy memory. "I'm not good with names, sometimes." The Wonderbolt reached a hoof back to ruffle Dash's colorful hair, making the blue mare's mouth curl up into a satisfied smile.

"Seems like Dash has taken a shine to you, Spitfire..." Applejack remarked, the acidic tone of subtle jealousy sharpening her voice.

"And I can see Soarin' has taken a shine to you, AJ..." Replied Spitfire, gesturing to Soarin's lovestruck stare towards the subsequently uncomfortable farmpony.

"I can see that." The orange Earth Pony cringed a bit from Soarin's goofy smile and dilated pupils, which judging by their movement, were hard at work checking out Applejack's body from head to hoof, much to the delight of everypony else in the room.

"So Soarin', how did you get into the Wonderbolts in the first place?" Asked Fluttershy, snapping Soarin' out of his AJ-induced trance to relieve the creeped-out apple-bucker.

"Oh-ho, I can do that!" Soarin' chuckled, much to Spitfire's chagrin. "In fact, I can tell you guys how Spitfire made the team, too!"

"You're too kind, Soarin'." Said Spitfire, a warm smile painted onto her face.

"Anytime, Spitz! Anyway, it all started three years ago in the summer time when I was still in high school..."

Over the course of Soarin's lengthy, hour-long story, Spitfire's mind began to start turning towards certain thoughts. Thoughts of her and Rainbow Dash together and how they might spend the rest of their lives after that inevitable day when either one of them would pop the question. Looking back at the sleeping fan-filly using her flank as a pillow with her dreamy brown eyes, Spitfire began to mentally ask herself numerous questions sparked by her fantasies...

When would we get married? And where? What kind of wedding dress would Rainbow Dash look best in? And what of my dress?

Where would we have our honeymoon? Canterlot? Cloudsdale? Certainly not someplace local. Maybe Las Pegasus? Dash always said that she loved the bright lights and sounds of its many shows and casinos...

And what if I wanted a child someday? As much as I would love to, getting pregnant from Rainbow Dash just wouldn't be possible at all. Unless there was a spell of some kind to do so, but I've never heard of one ever existing. There is a sperm bank at Ponyville hospital, but I don't feel all that comfortable raising the child of a stallion I've never met before. And that's not even an option; I'm practically sterile. Should we adopt one, instead? Or should we even have a child in our future family? Rainbow's not exactly a model parent or sister, even though that one little filly absolutely adores her. What was her name again? Scooter? Scooterola? Scotloo? Gah, it's on the tip of my tongue...

I know it's best not to rush any relationship, but what else is there to know about her? Rainbow Dash loves me and I love her, so shouldn't that be enough, if not all that really matters? I wish I paid more attention to my dad when he talked about relationships with me years ago... I haven't heard much about Rainbow Dash's fantasies, so that's something I could ask her about, but it's still asking about sex! All I really know about her interests is in flying and aerial acrobatics, but that's not what she's all about, right? Maybe she's into...knitting as well? No, no, no! That's not awesome at all! Stupid heat...why won't you just go away and let me think about something normal?! I have been, actually, but the topic of sex always seems to override everything else on my mind! Surely, this is my heat talking and not a sign that I'm addicted...

But how do I even get to that point in a relationship? I haven't had an actual boyfriend since junior high! I know so little about dating aside from the very basics of getting dinner, spending time together and have the off-chance of a make-out session? I've had sex so many times before, but never with somepony that genuinely loves me. It's been so long since I've really been held in another's hooves, I've almost forgotten what it feels like... And because of my work schedule, I hardly get any time to go out and look for a date! And how would Equestria even react when they find out that I'm in love with Rainbow Dash, let alone another mare?

Come on, Rainbow Dash... I love you so much! So why, then, isn't it easy to just say that, go on a date and then finally, finally fuck?!

"...And that's how we got to be proud members of the Wonderbolts!" Soarin' concluded, even bluer in the face from his riveting, incredibly long-winded tale. It was a story so thrilling, so heart-pounding and so utterly mesmerizing, that everypony else fell fast asleep. Almost everypony, since Pinkie was the only one actually listen, Spitfire had zoned out and Spike simply left the room altogether. Soarin's face slumped from a combination of disappointment from his audience's reactions and a shortage of oxygen from having ran his mouth for so long.

The blue stallion took in lungfuls of breath from hyperventilation. "Well, at least Pinkie...Pinkie Pie enjoyed it..." He puffed, noticing the five slumbering bodies around him.

"And boy did I ever!" Said the lovestruck Earth Pony, staring at Soarin' with a look that simply screamed "do me right now," giving him his own lustful smile.

"Yeah, you might want to shorten that story by quite a bit, Soarin'." Said Spitfire, nudging Rainbow Dash to wake her up. "But you have gotten a lot better at reducing the length of those stories, so you got something going there."

"Thanks."

Rainbow Dash let out an almost exaggerated yawn as she rose to her hooves, eyes glazed with fatigue. "W-what's going on?" She moaned.

"Nothing much." Spitfire replied, leaping off of the couch and walking off towards the dorms. "I just wanted to...talk with you about something, is that okay with you?"

Dash was quick to follow Spitfire, leaving Soarin's fate in Pinkie Pie's hooves. "Really? Well, what did you want to talk about?"

"Just...stuff. Personal stuff." The yellow pegasus replied, her naturally seductive face flushed orange-red and moistened with sweat.

"What do you mean by that?" Rainbow's wings raised a few inches, wondering if this was going to be that "moment of truth" with her idol itself...

"You'll see, Rainbow Dash. You'll see. Just come with me to my room and we'll have ourselves a nice little chat..."

Meanwhile, Pinkie Pie was teasing Soarin' delicate nose with her tail, filling his nostrils and frying his brain's circuits with the intoxicating smell of sugary pheremones. The party animal raised her rump right in front of face, giving him a very good view of her swollen sex and moist vulva. Perhaps most noticeable was her hair, which deflated from curly and bouncy to long, limp and wavy - like the hair of a Canterlot supermodel. Pinkamena's hairstyle was always known for changing its shape and style with her mood.

Exactly how though, was anypony's guess.

"So, Soarin'..." Pinkie said in a very uncharacteristically husky voice. "...Feel like throwing a little private party in your room and in yours truly?" She added, shaking her wiggly pink rump in front of the stallion's entranced eyes.

Pinkie's sweet, saccharine musk was far too much for Soarin's estrus-wracked brain to resist, his wings and member sticking out as hard and straight as barge poles.

"LET'S DO THIS!!" He whinnied, rearing up on his hind legs before briskly picking his mate up in his arms and gleefully flying off straight for his bedroom on the southern side of the dorm wing, shuttling Pinkie Pie off her hooves with all four of his like a cargo airship.

"WOO-HOO!" Pinkie hollered at the top of her lungs. "RIDE ME LIKE THE FRIENDSHIP EXPRESS!!"

One Life.

Following Spitfire down the hallways leading towards her room, Rainbow Dash took note of her surroundings. Framed uniforms worn by previous Wonderbolts hung on the walls alongside magazine covers, newspaper clippings, team photos and memorial pictures of deceased members. One of the late Wonderbolts shown on the memorial wall she passed was a Pegasus by the name of Firefly - a name that felt so familiar to her for no apparent reason, tugging at her heartstrings.

Rainbow Dash knew her parents as well as almost any other Pony in Equestria, but she always had a feeling that she had a third parent in her life that she could never clearly remember. All that she had as evidence for it was her earliest memory, where she was found in a cardboard box by a creature that Lyra had always talked about. But it was always so hazy, it may as well have been a fever dream that she had when she was a baby. Could her own birth mother have been a Wonderbolt? It would explain the lightning-like shape of her Cutie Mark, but who could she turn to for answers? Spitfire?

Her attentions soon turned towards the Wonderbolt that walked only a foot in front of her face, giving Rainbow a front-row seat to the greatest show on earth that was Spitfire's breathtaking ass, shrink-wrapped in wind-resistant spandex.

The spice-like musk released by Spitfire's nether regions were absolutely intoxicating to Rainbow Dash, its indescribable fragrance felt like it was stimulating her very soul as she beheld the gentle sway of her idol's voluptuous plot. Like it was a snake to the charmer's music, Rainbow felt the tip of her her tongue gently emerge from between her lips, ready to taste that sweetness beneath her love's tail and between those round, full cheeks. Her heart practically banging against her sternum, Rainbow Dash shook herself out of her trance, reminded by her inner voice of reason telling her not to stare - especially not at another mare's butt.

No. There was no way that could've happened. She did not just do that...

Dash's eyes grew to the size of saucers, contrasted by the shrinking of her pupils. The heat from her face and genitals (if not the heat coming off from Spitfire's own delicates) was mitigated by the chill of ice-cold sweat dampening her furry coat. What she had just witnessed was Spitfire deliberately swaying her rear-end from side to side as she walked, its slow and exaggerated motion leaving no room for doubt that she knew exactly what Rainbow was staring at and decided to tease her by shaking her ass like a showfilly.

Suddenly, a big pillowy blow to the face told Rainbow Dash that they had reached Spitfire's room, the captain stopping dead in her tracks and having the tomboyish Pegasus walk straight into her rump.

Spitfire giggled. "You okay, Rainbow Dash? You kinda zoned out for a little bit."

Dash felt her cheeks turn rosy. "Yeah, I guess I'm okay..." She paused, scratching her head. "Um, Spitfire?"

"Yes, go ahead, Dash..."

"I couldn't help but notice that you were...swaying your, um...uh...hiney...back and forth... What was that all about?" Rainbow cringed from having such an unsexy term for such a sexy ass fall out of her mouth like a gumball out the flap of its machine.

"Oh, that? I just do that to...help tone my gluts, that's all!" Spitz replied sheepishly. Even Derpy could tell that was a bold-face lie.

"I'm sure you are." Dash said flatly, following Spitfire into her room. "So what exactly is it that you wanted to talk about?"

Spitfire's room was a place that was fit for a mare like her in nearly every aspect possible. Framed accolades, awards and pictures of friends and family hung on warm ochre walls alongside black, slender bookshelves. A '50s-looking record player sat on the nightstand of Spitfire's massive, two-pony mattress, wrapped in warm, earth-hued bedding and thick white pillows. Against the wall opposite of the bed was a vanity mirror so minimalist that it was little more than a black masonite wall with a mirror fused to a tea table. A pony would have to lie down just to use it properly, but a white shag rug was placed in front just for that purpose. Its simplistic beauty had only two explanations for the rainbow-maned mare: Either Spitfire had really simplistic tastes or everything was a lot more expensive than it looked.

As odd as it would seem, the room itself filled Rainbow Dash with arousal and excitement. For too long, her sex-fantasies of Spitfire were hard-pressed trying to imagine what her idol's bedroom looked like, blurring those erotic daydreams into a hazy fog of ill-defined sensations and brief flickers of clarity; but now that she knew what it looked like, all of Dash's fantasies flooded back to the front seat of her mind, renewed and remastered in all of their sensual glory.

This bloom of thought was soon outshined by cold shivers dancing through Rainbow's nerves, sparked by the realization that these fantasies could become a reality in a mere matter of minutes. Was this truly the moment of truth? That unrealized, unrealistic desire to actually, finally make love to the number one hero in her young life? To at long last meet Spitfire under the covers, nose-to-nose, face-to-face, lips-to-lips and hips-to-hips? The very thought made her heart thump audibly.

"I take it you like my room, Dash?" The Wonderbolt asked, her partner only giving a clumsy nod of her head in response. "Rainbow Dash?" You okay? Hellooooo...." She tittered, waving a hoof in front of Rainbow's awestruck face. "...Anypony home?"

Rainbow Dash shook herself awake, flapping her lips. "Brbrbrbrbrbr--Huh?!" She sputtered.

"Well, do you like it?"

"Er, yeah! Of course I do, it's lovely! I especially love the bed!" Dash replied. "Especially the bed..."

Spitfire snickered. "That's what I thought. I was just making sure that you weren't dead from the shock!"

"That was very thoughtful of you!" Rainbow Dash chimed, as she gave her an overly-saccharine smile, imitating her idea of Fluttershy's standard of etiquette to add to the absurdity of the situation. Her sugary grin succeeded in squeezing a melodic giggle out from Spitfire's lips.

"You always were known for your etiquette, Rainbow Dash." Spitfire tittered, noticing Dash letting out a couple little spurts of laughter of her own. "Wait, that didn't sound right... What I meant to say was 'you were always known for your etiquette-' Ah, screw it. Come on over here, Dash, I want to have a little chat with you..." The golden girl gestured her cyan counterpart to follow her as she made her way to the bed.

"This is it, Rainbow Dash..." Thought Dash, gulping nervously as the loud drumbeat of her heart lured drops of cold sweat down her forehead. "...This is the time..." She followed her idol's hoofsteps up to the bed, leaping onto its springy, cloud-like texture and laying down across from Spitfire, sweating bullets.

Looking straight downwards to avoid awkward eye contact with the captain of the Wonderbolts, Rainbow Dash reluctantly scrolled her eyes upwards to see Spitfire's expression in spite of her nervousness. When trying to see through the colorful bangs of hair hanging over her face proved impossible, Dash hesitantly lifted her chin to get a better look...

...Which may or may not have been the best idea in the world.

Rainbow Dash yelped in fright when she noticed that Spitfire was looking at her with a delighted smirk and leering bedroom eyes, soon broken by a fit of laughter from the sight of her falling on her side like a startled goat.

"You are so random, Rainbow Dash..." Laughed Spitfire. "What's gotten into you? You're acting like you just saw a ghost or something!"

Dash promptly corrected her posture and returned to her previous lying position. "Heh. That's Pinkie Pie's shtick, actually..." She replied sheepishly, trying her best to stay nonchalant. Her attempts at regaining her composure were threatened by a yellow hoof reaching out straight towards her, perching itself on her forehead before yanking itself back in pain.

"Ooch! And you're burning up, too!" Spitz added, feeling a mild sting from touching Dash's heat-flushed forehead. "Are you feeling okay, Dash? You don't look so good..."

The blue blur turned her head to the side to avoid eye contact with her flame-haired hero. "I'm...I'm fine." She stammered. "I'm just...I'm just in heat again. I'm so embarrassed..." Her voice wavered towards the end; a telltale sign that things were not fine.

"I knew it was something like that." Said Spitfire. "Which is why I wanted to chat with you in a more...personal setting."

Dash looked back at her. Even though she's been in almost the exact same scenario several days ago, there was something about the look on Spitfire's face that told her that this was going to be about a topic much more personal than simply sex and hormones.

"What did you want to chat with me about? And why do we have to do this in your room? Is this chat going to be about..." Rainbow felt her next words nearly lodge themselves in her throat, becoming nearly inaudible when they emerged. "...Sex?"

"Well...maybe a little bit about sex, but I really wanted to talk to you about things that are much much bigger than that. Things like...like what do you want to do for the rest of your life? And who do you want to spend the rest of your years with? I know the Wonderbolts are still such a big deal to you and they always will be, but even I feel that there's more to life than fame, fortune and aerial acrobatics..."

"But what about being a hero?" Asked Rainbow Dash.

"That's always been a huge part of my life, yes - Being a hero. But even though I'm a natural-born hero, star, athlete and Wonderbolt, I always felt like there was a huge chunk of my life that was missing. Err... actually, what I meant, was that it felt like I was missing out on life because of the life I chose."

"What's so bad about being a Wonderbolt?! That's like...the most awesomest thing to ever happen to an awesome pony like you! What's wrong with a life like that?"

Spitfire sighed, her voice becoming softer and meeker. "Because when you're traveling all around Equestria doing shows, signing autographs, doing photo-shoots and moving from city to city and town to town, you miss out on the simple things in life that makes life itself worthwhile."

"Like what?"

"You know, like...waking up in the morning and not having to worry about what the tabloids are saying about you, being able to be your own boss and not have to stick to schedules imposed on you, being able to shop around local stores without having to be back to your hotel room at a certain time before the next show and just..." Spitfire paused, feeling a cloak of painful realization smother her. "...live life like a normal pony."

Rainbow Dash was astonished. She never imagined that her idol would say something about having such an awesome career as being a Wonderbolt in that kind of manner. Feeling her heat wash away in a tide of concern, Dash found her left front hoof resting on Spitfire's shoulder, fearing that she was about to cry.

"But Spitfire, I'm a normal pony and I have always dreamed of being a Wonderbolt, being a hero and being somepony that others can look up to. Sure, I love glitz, glamor, fame and fortune like the next filly, but I also enjoy being just another citizen of Cloudsdale and hanging with the rest of the Elements of Harmony. If I can find a way to enjoy the best of both worlds, then surely you can, right?"

"Celestia wanted you to come and go between the Wonderbolts and the rest of the Elements of Harmony whenever you needed and wanted to so that you were available in the event of an emergency; it was written in the contract when you first became one of us, remember?"

"Yeah, so what's your point?"

Spitfire let out a sigh of frustration, if not one of defeat. "My point is that... That I wanted to live a more balanced life between one of glamour and one of simplicity, able to achieve my goals while still somehow living a life of simpler desires like spending more time with my friends and loved ones - usually through casual sex, which I often did with Soarin' and the other teammates. But as great as it was, I still never felt...complete. And it was at that point that I realized what I was missing..."

"And what were you missing exactly?" Asked Dash, noticing Spitfire's voice starting to waver.

"I was missing companionship. I had only one life to live and I wanted to spend it in the lap of luxury. But that didn't satisfy me, so I turned to sex and even that didn't make me feel complete. I sought comfort in sensation and I was so scared that I was going to end up turning to drugs and alcohol to fill the void. And then right before I nearly did, you became a Wonderbolt and reminded me of why I joined in the first place - to take advantage of the one life I still live to be a hero to others." Spitfire felt tears well up in her eyes, as did Rainbow Dash. "You saved me, Rainbow Dash. You saved me."

Dash sniffed, trying to hold back tears. "Please Spitfire, I hate getting all sappy or...seeing you get all sappy for that matter."

Spitfire let out a soft hic, smiling back at Dash. "It's okay..." She said, sniffling. "Even tough girls have to get sappy sometimes..."

"So...that's all you wanted to tell me?" Asked Rainbow Dash. "That I saved you? I...I appreciate that, but weren't we going to chat?"

"Yes," Spitfire answered. "But I just had to get that off my chest, first."

"But what about what does companionship have to do with being a hero? I don't need a sidekick..."

"You'll see, Dash. You'll see..." Said Spitfire, moving closer to Rainbow Dash. "So what do you want to chat about?"

"I...don't know, I guess. Right now, I just want to..." Dash let out a loud yawn. "...get back to sleep. I only slept for like, three hours in the past day."

"That's fine with me, Dash. Just go ahead and get your beauty rest..." As Spitfire began to crawl under the comforters of her bed, she noticed Rainbow rising to her hooves and ready to leap down to the floor. "Um, where are you going?"

"To my bed, of course. Why do you ask?"

Spitfire blushed. "Well, we are in a bed already..." She said, gesturing to the vacant pillow next to her.

Rainbow Dash felt her heat skyrocket. "Are...are you...?!"

"Nothing wrong with a little nap with your hero, now is there?" Spitfire answered, her voice like velvet.

Dash blinked, thinking for a moment. "...I guess not." She smiled, sliding under the plush covers next to Spitfire, the cushiony mattress and silky folds of the bedding like morphine for her aching body. Before long, both mares felt their eyelids slide shut, falling asleep before the noonday sun. Before she slipped into the black sea of slumber, Spitfire gently brought a hoof to Rainbow's eyes, carefully brushing away whatever tears remained on their borders.

Rainbow Dash... If only I had the courage to tell you that I love you...

Missed Opportunities

The sharp, yet dull echo of clinking silverware, jazz music and delighted partygoers pattered against the sleeping ears of Spitfire and Rainbow Dash, still tucked under the bedcovers. The redheaded celebrity was the first to respond to the noise, being the more well-rested of the two, rising onto all four legs and releasing a soft, drawn-out yawn.

"Damn it!" Thought Spitfire as she gradually transitioned into consciousness. "Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why in the world am I so afraid to admit to Rainbow Dash that I love her?! I've faced monsters, deadly weather and alien invaders, so why am I so afraid to reveal my true feelings for her? Is it because I'm afraid about the unseen problems of falling in love or is it because there's something more to love than what I know?"

Spitfire looked over to Rainbow Dash, admiring the little blue ears and tuft of colorful hair that poked out of the covers and onto the pillow, the rest of her still sleeping under a burrito of bedding. "Sweet Celestia, you are just too adorable sometimes, Dashie... Oh, if only I had the courage to tell you how much I love you. Your wine-stained eyes, your cute little nose, your shimmering hair, your noble heart - ever loyal to your own friends and personal values... Just looking at you makes my heart pound and nethers moisten. You're so beautiful and yet I hardly know anything about who you really are. I want to learn all about you, but I'm so afraid of learning something about you that would hurt our relationship. My heat, it burns so badly for you, Rainbow Dash! Why can't I just let it all out and be done with it so we can finally live, play, laugh, love and have hot, hot sex happily ever after? Why can't Cadence just spread a bit of her love over to--"

The yellow mare suddenly felt a gigantic, cartoony light bulb appear over her head.

"That's it! We'll both fly down to Canterlot tomorrow and have Cadence share some of her magic with us! She's always spreading good vibrations and positive feelings wherever she goes, so why can't Wonderbolts like us have some, too? Oh Rainbow Dash, you'll be mine before you even know it..." Spitfire grinned deviously, rubbing her hooves together like a mad scientist from some cheesy old B-movie. Just thinking about their future together was enough kindle to resurrect the fires of her estrus.

Releasing a blissful sigh, the incessant swarm of hormones in her system carried her mind away to her private vault of romantic fantasies, her consciousness once again clouded with the silken visions of her and her crush. She could see it now, almost right before her coffee-brown eyes...

A golden hoof bedewed with a freshly shed tear pulled back the lid of a black velvet box, revealing a glimmering gold halo adorned with a diamond thunderbolt before the blinding flashes of a hundred flash bulbs and the magenta eyes of a breathless blue mare.

"Is this...?"

"Yes it is, my love - I had it custom-made just for you."

The crowd stood silent with hearts burning and lungs frozen, as did the young Wonderbolt in the shadow of her golden-skinned lover. Her nerves danced with electricity and fire filled her breast, anxious to hear those next honey-slick words emerge from those thin, beautiful lips across from her.

Breathlessly, she spoke. "S-spitfire...Does this mean...?"

"Yes it does, my love. Rainbow Dash... Will you marry me?"

Seconds turned into hours after those golden syllables dropped from her mouth like apples from a tree. Now was the moment of truth. The final obstacle in her quest to win the heart of her lover was here at last and all she had to do was find whatever breath she had left to say those words that would ensure them both a lifetime of marital bliss.

And she succeeded.

"YES!!!"

The two Pegasi threw themselves at each other, lips meeting lips and tongues fighting tongues. The crowd roared in applause as journalists from across Equestria immortalized the happiest moment of their lives. Though they were at the center of an audience of thousands of other Ponies, Spitfire and Rainbow Dash were in their own world, kissing fervently as hooves explored each others sensitive bodies, eliciting a chorus of lustful moans beneath draperies of warmth and passion. Spitfire could not take it anymore; now was the time to submit to the ancient demands etched into her very genes and show just how much she means to her.

With a creamy moan and a heart painfully swollen with passion, the golden mare deftly slid her hoof down the toned blue body of her love, eager to defile the delicate flower of her virginity. Slowly did the hoof's saffron enamel made its torturously slow descent from her love's beating heart, to her soft underbelly, to her sensitive lap and ultimately, to her delicate, savory, swollen, soaking wet...

"Umm...What are you doing, Spitfire?"

Spitfire snapped out of her fantasy and into lucidity, finding herself in a very awkward position. Her right arm was outstretched, resting its hoof on a certain sky-blue belly, whose owner was looking back at her with blazing-red cheeks and a look of pure bafflement and embarrassment - an expression soon mimicked by Spitfire.

Spitfire quickly withdrew her hoof, grinning with guilt like a pop star caught lip-syncing. "Umm...Cuddling...?"

Certainly not the best choice of words.

"Spitfire, you've been acting really weird lately..." Said Rainbow Dash. "I know you're in heat, but come on! You're always bending over to pick up something you dropped in front of me, you've been staring at me like a creep, you shake your ass whenever you walk in front of me and just now, you insist on sleeping with me and touching my belly!" The Saffron stuntmare cringed, feeling very ashamed of herself. "So what are you trying to tell me, Spitfire? Do you... Do you have a crush on me?"

The captain felt her blood run cold. She was confronted with an armor-piercing question fired straight at her heart by her admiree about her estrus-driven behavior. Cornered, heated, sweating and absolutely nowhere to run, she felt her body tense up like an imploding car, pressure growing stronger and stronger and stronger until...

...She let it out with a tired, defeated sigh. "Yes, Rainbow Dash." She said, her voice saddened and deflated. "Yes, I do have a crush on you..."

Rainbow Dash felt like somepony just struck a match inside her heart and soul. She stared at Spitfire head-on, blushing furiously as she looked into those familiar, sultry amber eyes. Though her soul burned with the heat of passion and her clit swelled with lust, her brain was seizing with erratic impulses - her thoughts darting around her mind like a bee trapped behind two window panes. What should she do? Lunge fourth with a passionate kiss? Walk away? Say something? Sure, but what exactly should she say?

C..come...C'mon, Rainbow Dash! Th-think of something! Spitfire's waiting for an answer and she looks very sex-- I mean, worried!

Rainbow's words snuck out in a little whisper. "I...I...Thank you. That...means a l-lot to me, Spitfire..." She squeaked, nervously avoiding eye contact with the mare across from her. Spitfire breathed a mental sigh of relief, resting her psyche on the sight of that cerulean tomboy's curvy face, red-hot cheeks and how she was always so rough and tough, but so sexually innocent on the inside. Bonus points for being intolerably adorable when she's shy.

The two fillies sat on their rumps, staring at each other with wide, vacant eyes like a couple of cats. Spitfire felt the urge to lean forward and crush her lips against Rainbow's, the cyan athlete feeling the exact same urge - hot magentas staring into warm browns. Shivering and sweating, they were both paralyzed with pure, nervous sexual tension, the air thick with emotional electricity. Both ponies were too scared to do anything - like deer in the headlights, expecting the other to be brave enough to make the first move.

Neither of them did. Their hearts audibly beating.

Please, Rainbow Dash... Find the courage I don't have to press our lips together...

Until Rainbow made the first move....

"Well...I'm feeling kind of hungry, so if you don't mind, I'm going to head to the party; it is my party, after all. Coming along, Spitfire?" She asked.

The captain snapped out of her trance at Dash's response. "Huh? Oh! Yeah, I'm coming!" Spitfire leapt off of the bed, following Rainbow Dash into the golden light peeking out of the half-open door. "Save some cake for me, rookie!"

"I would if Soarin' doesn't eat it all, first!"

"Hey, slow down a bit, Dash! This isn't a race!"

"Getting a little slow, are we, Spitty?"

"Sh-shut up! I'm the captain around here, noob!"

"Hey!"

You chickened out on the perfect chance to make out and make love, and now you're playing hard to get?! Damn it, Rainbow Dash, why do you do this to me?! Anh, that musk... Stop making me so wet!

Author's Note

Yep. Sorry for the awkward revocation and rewrite, folks. But hey-- It's back!

Dancefloor Orgy.

"FIRE IN THE HOOOOOOLE!!!"

A jet of cream-white liquid blasted into the air from its tip, showering everypony in the room with droplets of its wet, sticky goodness.

Now that the cork on the champagne bottle had popped after a good few minutes of violent shaking, Rainbow Dash's real induction party into the Wonderbolts had officially begun. The mansion's grand hall, seemingly built around a two-story cluster of White Pine, lit up a brilliant gold from the floor upwards, giving the room an almost electrically intense feeling of magic that resonated through every wall, tile, pony and party favor. Spitfire wanted the party to be set in the mansion's main hall instead of one of Canterlot Palace's royal ballrooms so Rainbow Dash wouldn't feel as anxious - after the Gala and last week's incident, chances were that she would never want to set hoof in that place ever again. Even though the hall was significantly smaller than its Canterlot counterpart, it was still an immense space nonetheless.

The party itself was like any other normal party in Equestria; Ponies were deeply engaged in conversation with another, Applejack was overheated and fanning herself on a couch, Soarin' was helping himself to a third slice of cake, Pinkie Pie was flirting with several stallions dressed as a Playboy bunny, Ponies were jamming to the music of DJ PON-3, Fluttershy was red in the face from her estrus, Twilight was relaxing next to Applejack in a very suggestive position and Rarity was chasing a handsome stallion around the room with a look of pure carnal desire on her face. Yep. Absolutely normal and ordinary.

Darling, come back! What kind of stallion dares to deny a proper lady in estrus of some steamy, savage pounding?!

Stay back, you crazy mare! I'm happily married!

Ooh, that just makes it even dirtier!

Applejack chuckled, watching Rarity's antics from across the room as they ran laps around the room, the Unicorn's white, ample plot bounding up and down with each trot. "Boy, Rarity's sure in some kind o' heat, isn't she?" The farmpony took another swig of cider. "Sure wish I could get some action of mah own..." She added, blushing.

"Same here, Applejack," Said Twilight, cooling herself with a folding fan, hind legs spread to the side as if to invite the nearest mare or stallion to her most private of places. "Although it seems like I can't really get any these days. Last year was an absolute blast, but this season's leaving me high and dry."

"Oh really? Who've ya been ruttin' last year, sugarcube?"

"I didn't know you did stuff like that, Twilight," Said Fluttershy. "I know I shouldn't be so nosy about the details of another pony's sex life, but..." She squealed softly. "...I really wanna hear it!" The canary pegasus loosed a dainty smile on her face that could give even a blind stallion a heart attack.

Twilight chuckled, cheeks turning rosy. "Welllll....the way I usually get the colts to notice me is to just lay down in a position like mine while reading a book, then ask 'excuse me sir, but I need help with my report to Celestia on reproduction, you think you can give me a more hooves-on lesson?' Next thing you know, I'm stuffed to the brim with hot stallion seed and already begging for more."

"Oh my," Said Fluttershy, red as a beet. "How on Earth do you not get pregnant?"

"Oh, it's easy - I just cast a birth-control spell on myself and I'm good to go!"

"Wow, you have it so easy, Twilight. I have to wait in line at the local Cadence shrine for hours just to get an anti-pregnancy charm. Although, between you and me..." The pegasus quickly looks over each shoulder for potential eavesdroppers before leaning in and whispering into the lilac mare's twitchy ear. "...It's another reason why I like to do it with mares."

Twilight gave her a reassuring laugh, ruffling her hair. "Oh, it's okay, Fluttershy! There's absolutely nothing wrong with being in love with somepony of the same sex!"

Th-there isn't?!" Applejack swiftly turned around, shooting Shy and Sparkle with an astonished glare and startling them. A beady of sweat slowly trickled down her temple.

"Well...no, of course not," Twilight replied, puzzled by 'Jack's ignorance and freak-out reaction. "Why in Equestria would you ask that?"

Even though Equestria was an idyllic land of love and tolerance, there was unfortunately enough homophobia to have same-sex attractions maintain a considerable mystique. This was not out of any sort of religious commandment or deep-rooted hatred, but rather an Equestrian's innate sense of what is natural and what isn't, often based on the needs of the community and the status quo. For example, homosexuality may be tolerated in times of a bountiful population, but in dangerous and uncertain times when the population was very low or there were few fertile mares or stallions, homosexuality was treated as a slap-in-the-face when the whole herd was in danger of dying out. Naturally, this situational intolerance spread to further generations with the phrase "it just ain't right" as justification and things snowballed from there. Fortunately, the closest thing to religious stigma was Celestia's personal dislike of watching two stallions make out and the Equestrian's natural affinity for love and tolerance, so things were kind of balanced things out. Kind of.

This sense of what was natural is also the reason why most Equestrian technology was at a pretty basic level, but that's a whole 'nother fanfic.

"N-no reason, sugar- ah mean Twilight..." Applejack stuttered, shifting around in discomfort.

"Is something bothering you?" Asked Fluttershy.

"What's going on, Applejack?" Twilight inquired, resting a hoof on her orange friend's shoulder. The farmpony recoiled from such a gentle touch. "You're acting really...twitchy, lately..."

"It's nothin'!" She yelped. "It's...It's nothin' at all, Twilight. Ah'm just...just in a heat like somethin' fierce, that's all..."

"You sure nothing's bothering you?"

"Nope! Nothin'..." The country mare took a swig of cider, shaking. "N-nothin' at all... Everythin's peachy, s-sugarcube..."

"Well, whatever you say..." Twilight turned away and resumed her conversation with Fluttershy, only to be interrupted by Soarin's outburst.

"Hey, everypony, look! The golden girl and the guest of honor have finally arrived!" The pie enthusiast cried out, muzzle plastered in cherry goo and crust. The abrupt eruption of applause in such an enclosed space pressed uncomfortably against Dash and Spitfire's ears, which folded back in recoil - still sensitive from their awkward little catnap. The flash of bright lights and the amber glow of recessed lighting bringing a cringe to their faces as their eyes adjusted to not being in the dark of the bedroom. Pinkie Pie sprang into the air and landed right in front of the two, waking them up quite well.

"Wakey wakey, Dashie n' Spritzy!" She chimed with her usual enthusiasm, seemingly enhanced by her playboy bunny costume in some abstract way. "Time to rise and shine from your little nappy-time and embrace your place in the high-flying ranks of the Wonderbolts!"

Dash yawned. "Heh...Thanks, Pinkie Pie!" She said with a sleepy smile. "Nothing's gonna ruin this party for anypo-"

"Sorry, Dash," Spitfire quickly interrupted, holding a silencing hoof in front of her crush's muzzle. "How in Equestria did you even know what we were doing?!" Her amber eyes shrank into her whites with an expression of pure shock and awe, fearing her privacy utterly violated.

Pinkie gave a snort-choked chuckle. "Oh, that's easy, Sparkflyer-"

"It's Spitfire,"

"Flamespritz, sorry! There's no need to be such a scaredy-cat, Flamespring! It's just my patent-pendingly patented Pinkie Sense! I just had a really pinchy belly and really twitchy nose, which of course meant that somepony was taking a nap somewhere! And when I noticed you two late for the party, I knew that you two had a nice little bit of sleepy-time!" The spontaneous ball of pink energy jumped straight up at the last syllable.

"S-sure it did..." Said Spitfire, clearly confused as hell, as if the eye-twitch wasn't enough evidence. "So...your 'Pinkie Sense' just tells you what's going to happen or what's happening at any given point?"

"How'd you know? Do you have your own kind of super-awesome Wonderbolt-Sense, Orangeyellow? And does it tingle when you feel it?!"

"First off, Pinkie, I don't. And my name is Spitfire, secondly. Third, I think we have a party to celebrate, right Rainbow Dash?" Spitfire said, winking at her crush.

"Huh? Oh, of course we do!" Said Rainbow, her voice cracking with an adorable squeak. "In fact, why don't we just get the ceremonial part over with so we can really get this party started?"

Rainbow's gleaming smile practically melted Spitfire's heart into syrup, convincing the captain that this was the right thing to do without a second thought. Happily trotting up the short steps to the podium in front of the pine trees, seasonal scent trailing her like the smell of freshly baked cookies, Spitfire tapped the podium's hard surface with her hoof, prompting everypony to calm to a hushed silence and for Rainbow Dash to stand beside her.

The yellow filly's voice rose to that of fifty as her microphone crackled to life. "Your attention, everypony! May I have everypony's attention, please!" The whole room gave her their undivided attention, save for Pinkie Pie, who was busy browsing around for a stallion with the meat and endurance to truly satisfy her.

"We are gathered here today to honor Rainbow Dash's official induction into the Wonderbolts in celebration of... In homage to... For the-" Spitfire's "freestyle" approach to speechmaking has finally caved in on herself. "That is to say... You know what? Buck it. Rainbow Alberghetti Dash, you are now a true, blue Wonderbolt! Come forth and claim your uniform, academy diploma and your complementary gift-basket!"

The audience erupted in applause as Dash happily grabbed the diploma, uniform and wicker basket of coupons, assorted lotions and cheap crap and butted in front of Spitfire, giving the captain a nice long look at well...her butt.

"Anything to say for the audience, Rainbow Dash?" The golden mare spoke, grabbing hold of the mic from behind her. My word, that plot looks firm as a rock... The proximity of Spitfire's genitals to Rainbow's was so short, she could could feel the heat radiating from that delicate flower of hers. Her cyan crush noticed it as well, but was too caught up in the ecstasy of her accomplishment to even care.

Dash was nearly speechless, tears welling up in her eyes as she gave her spectators a smile of pure, unadulterated joy. Words were lodged in her throat; mind lost in the blurring madness of excitement. No thought in her head could be translated into a proper sentence. She had conquered her estrus, overcome her insecurities and a lifetime of many adventures and hardships, having now finally achieved her dream of untold fame, fortune, success and excitement. Nothing could describe or verbalize the sheer force of pride and happiness welling up within her at this point.

Except for one cracked, wavering declaration.

"This...is so...AWESOME!!!"

Rainbow leapt straight into the air with a holler of pure joy, as did the many ponies in attendance, her parents included. As the mare slowly came back down to Earth, Spitfire reclaimed dominion over the mic.

"Now..." Spitfire declared. "Let's get this party really star-"

"BANZAAAAAAAI!!!"

The captain's words were cut short by Twilight's war cry, who savagely tackled the attending Doctor Whooves onto the table right in front of the podium, pinning him down and letting him thrust his stallionhood boldly into her heated marehood - a well-received move if the moans of pleasure were any indication. Rather than shock and repulsion, however, nearly everypony in the room cheered and laughed, throwing themselves at another while others leapt onto the Alicorn and the doctor, finally succumbing to their basic instincts after the sudden spark of one hell of a public display of affection and proceeding to rut each other on the spot, regardless of their sexual orientation. The band led by Octavia and DJ PON-3 promptly played a rousing rendition of "Love is in Bloom" - which greatly exasperated the feverish, ecstatic and wet, wet passion of the crowd's love-making.

As catastrophic as it was, the music stirred up powerful emotions of the lust for another soul, the guilt of long-unrequited love and the heart-swelling joy of that same longing, finally returned in equal measure. Tears were shed, laughs were had and the air was thick with the musk of estrus and the cries of sheer ecstasy and passion, almost in sync with the peppy beeps of synthesizers and the stirring sweeps of bass and violin - the thrusts of bows and hips in perfect harmony with another. It was a truly rapturous sight and sensation to behold.

Spitfire happily leapt into the fray, all four limbs spread openly in invitation, her luscious gold body in utter surrender, free for the ravenous Ponies to happily lick, nip, grind, thrust and squeeze as if she was a sacrifice offering her virginity to the gods of love.

Yes! Let me have it all! Paint your sex goddess white with your passion! Spitfire demands that you punish this naughty mare!

Everypony joined in and ended the party in grand finale of grinding bodies, save for the band that provided the soundtrack...

...Rainbow's parents, who quickly left the room...

...a speechless Princess Luna, who arrived way too late to give poor Pipsqueak a tour of the Wonderbolts estate, swiftly shielding his eyes to such a wanton display of passion...

Great bolshy yarblockos, they be shaggin'!

The princess of the night wished she hadn't heard that.

...And Rainbow Dash, who simply watched the entire scene from the podium; worry in her face and uncertainty in her heart, mentally overwhelmed by both the orgiastic sight before her and just what to make of it all.

Is...Is this really what I'm getting myself into? Do I really have to surrender myself to a hundred horny strangers to know what love really is...?

Dash had quite enough of the arousing scene, making a run for her room, diploma, uniform and basket in tow.

Nightmare.

Rainbow Dash tossed and turned in her sleep, thrashing the covers off and on her with each roll; her face scrunched with discomfort. The image of so many ponies just...getting it on in such a ribald and unexpected fashion blindsided her psyche with the smell of arousal, the sounds of ecstasy and the sight of six or seven couples thrusting their hips and tongues against each other in what was practically a public space and while Equestria has seen its fair share of public displays of affection gone way overboard, Dash's estrus and sexual confusion made it so much more discomforting. Even though she was at that age where a sexual lifestyle of some extend was natural and to be expected, her fear of having to give up her dreams, her friends or her happiness by having to marry a stallion she never loved and carry a foal to full term never went away. And that was excluding the fact that she was so new to sex and its many wonders and horrors that she may as well have been a high school freshmare if one didn't know better.

Having to put up the charade of being "that tough filly that don't take no guff from anypony" had finally began to take its toll - a toll that never offered carpool discounts or accepted Canadian coins.

As the Element of Loyalty, Rainbow Dash always had a strong sense of empathy for her closest friends. Though she would never admit it in public, she would always worry for them and their future - what will become of them, where will they be, who would they settle down with and perhaps most importantly, will they still be together? There were so many paths the future could take, it was almost unbearable.

In her dreams were terrible visions; strange in the way that they felt "shared" by an unseen mass of intelligences far beyond her scope of perception - as if they were spectators to their entire lives and what would become of them. Solace in her slumber was seldom seen; each sad scene beginning when another would end.

In her dreams, she saw herself pregnant with a second foal, living far away from her friends in Ponyville, washing dishes for a husband she was forced into marrying by her own family after succumbing to her estrus and ending up pregnant. Denied her dreams of becoming a Wonderbolt, denied her of her friends, of Spitfire, and her sexual identity. Her child, a white-blue Pegasus filly of five years, was always happy, healthy and full of life, but deep down, Rainbow Dash hated her. Hated her for taking her dreams away and for never being wanted in the first place. All day, she'd look out the window towards Ponyville, tears in her eyes and heart broken.

In her dreams, she saw photos of her with Soarin' at the Royal Wedding, along with those of all her friends. She saw herself marrying Soarin' and the rest of the Mane Six getting married to stallions of their own, off to settle down, raise families and live happily ever after. But it wouldn't be happily ever after, because she knew, deep down, that it was not something she wanted - not for herself or for her friends. She never wanted to see the Mane Six broken apart by anything, for she knew in her heart that they were meant to stay together forever; through sickness, pain, death, life and ecstasy. Even though she was a straight-up lesbian, she would gladly make an exception for any male Wonderbolt, but even if she got married to Soarin' and had their own fairytale wedding, she still wouldn't be happy. Because it wasn't with the pony she could truly call her soulmate.

And in her dreams, she saw herself becoming a celebrated porn star, frequently engaging in arousing sex acts with a group of five royal guardstallions she pounced on during mating season. Sure, there would be glamour, there would be fame, there would be fortune, love, joy and lots and lots of sex, but she still wouldn't be happy. Because she wasn't being herself at all. She belonged in the wild blue yonder with the Wonderbolts, not below the waist with three other colts.

Rainbow Dash was terrified of being alone; of being separated from her friends and loved ones out of some slight shift or twist of fate. She wanted to be with the rest of the Elements of Harmony, she wanted to be a member of the world-famous Wonderbolts, and perhaps most importantly, she wanted to be held.

Held in the gentle hooves of the one mare she could truly see as her soulmate: Spitfire, the Captain of the Wonderbolts. Held in her gentle hooves, head against her warm bosom and beating heart, cheek against cheek and wings wrapped around each other in mutual embrace - together forever. That was all she wanted: Love. True, honest, passionate love.

Curled up in sheets smelling of musk and arousal from last night's wild party, Spitfire was clinging to a large pillow; holding it close to her like a life preserver after a shipwreck. Stroking the back of the pillow with one hoof and nuzzling the front with her cheek, Spitfire was at the mercy of nightmares of her own, sick with wanting for the one mare that she ever truly loved. Trying to desperately simulate the touch and sensation of the one thing that will truly satisfy her: Rainbow Dash.

Trying to desperately leave behind her childhood, spent living in a ramshackle cabin in the outskirts of Fetlockholm, born into a life of poverty and scarcity. Her father was a lumberjack, her mother was a farmer and her sisters spent their time hunting for loose change and handouts, living out in the woods with only a hundred bits to her family name. Meals were meager, sweets were treated like gems and the whole family slept in the same bed to keep warm, their flimsy sheets letting in every cold breeze. After school, she'd almost always find herself staring into the windows of the bakery or the candy shop, coveting those bits of sweetness she lacked in her life. Flying through the freezing northern air back and forth from the woods and the city toughened her wings, bones and muscles, earning her a place in the Wonderbolts Academy at the age of sixteen.

In college, she medicated her sad childhood by embracing her periods of estrus at full force, gleefully sleeping around with the best stallions she could find. That didn't work. When she became a Wonderbolt, she thought money and luxurious goods would sooth her scars, but they didn't, so she gave much of it away to her family and various charities. When she discovered Sugarcube Corner, she made up for all the donuts, eclairs and sea-salted caramels she missed out on during her childhood. That didn't work, either - in fact, it often led to her becoming a great puffball of fat, earning her quite a few stares when she went into town and, surprisingly, many catcalls from certain Ponies.

But after being knocked unconscious along with her teammates trying to save a certain white Unicorn from a gruesome death and saved from the same fate by Rainbow Dash, something...clicked inside her head when she saw her again at the infamous 1,224th annual Grand Galloping Gala. Something about that mare seemed to light a match inside her heart...

That soft, smiling face of hers, gleaming with youthful ambition and subliminal innocence. That flowing mane, washing over her face and neck with all the colors of the visible spectrum, loose strands casting thin shadows onto her bright, wine-stained eyes. Her elegant, classical dress and golden laurel wreath adorning her like ancient Cloudsdalian royalty, with the impression of a bright young goddess in service to Celestia. That silky, cyan coat she felt against her when she was first rescued; her brash attitude and steadfast ambition, never wavering from whatever opposed her and, above all else, her loyalty - how she would always be a servant to her friends and the values they embodied. That was what really won Spitfire's heart; something she saw only within her own family.

And on that fateful night, upon seeing the radiant face of that azure angel, she knew just what she needed to fill that void in her heart: Love. And the fact that she was always ripped away from Rainbow Dash by Canterlot's infamously snobby aristocracy simply tore her apart - Seeing the heart broken look on her biggest fan, thrust into the background like some untouchable made it feel like she was the bad guy in all of this. A feeling that never really left her. Spitfire vowed to repay Dash for not only saving her life, but giving it meaning.

She wanted to be her lover, her hero, her angel - somepony that she would spend the rest of her life with. She wanted to be there for her in times of sadness and in times of joy, she wanted to surrender her body and flesh to her love's wild carnal desires and she wanted all that and more.

She wanted Rainbow Dash. And she was determined to make the athlete be hers forever, no matter what came between them.

The only thing that did, however, was the terrible fear she had of rejection, preventing her from confessing to Dash how she truly felt about her.

It was only two-thirty in the morning and they were losing sleep over each other, both wishing that Princess Luna wasn't so busy guarding the dreams of others. Spitfire couldn't take it anymore; she shot straight out of bed, her hair a limp, frazzled mess and walked out the door and down the hallway, the air heavy with the static, nocturnal air. Carefully making her way into Rainbow's room and closing the door behind her, Spitfire climbed slowly into Dash's bed, cautiously sifting through the comforters to find that sleeping blue lump of horse that was the star of all too many wet dreams. She couldn't help but crack a smile when she saw Rainbow Dash curled up into a fetal ball with her back facing towards her, the mare's little butt quite visible from Spitz's point of view. By day, she was an ambitious, high-flying hotshot of a tomcolt, but by night, she was a quiet little ball of faint snores and the odd ear-twitch. She could never get over how a pony's personality could be so radically different just by the mere time of day.

Laying her left foreleg over Rainbow Dash's shoulder and carefully slipping her right one under her, Spitfire pressed her chest against the blue mare's back, breathing in her scent. A gesture that did not go unnoticed.

Rainbow blushed a bright red, yelling in a whispered voice. "S-Spitfire?! What are you-" The filly was cut off by a gentle hoof.

"Shhhhhh, it's okay, Rainbow Dash." The Captain whispered. "I...I just...I just couldn't sleep well at all, and...I thought I could use a little cuddle time. Is...is that okay with you?"

Dash was confused; her feelings signaled discomfort, but her mind said otherwise. "Well, I...Err...Why are you doing this?"

Spitfire couldn't help but feel a little hurt inside. "Why not? Isn't this what you wanted - to be a little more...intimate with your hero? Well, not like that kind of intimate, but just a little...'girl's time', if you know what I mean? You can always tell me anything, Dashie, you don't have to feel uncomfortable about it."

At this point, Rainbow wasn't sure just what to think. "Well...I guess there's nothing wrong with a little girl talk, I guess..."

"That's the spirit, Rainbow." Spitfire reassured her.

The golden mare's estrus was subdued once again, now having known what it would feel like to be in bed with Rainbow Dash.

She really does have a crush on me, Thought Rainbow Dash. Oh Spitfire... I'm so happy and yet I'm so afraid. Why do you feel like you have to pull me into this whole new world when I'm so scared about sex? I want you, but... I don't know if I really do want you...

A Trip to Cadence's

Golden sunlight poured between the panes of the tall windows that graced the main hall of the Wonderbolts' estate, illuminating empty wine glasses, food-stained plates, the occasional hungover partygoer and Rarity asleep on a couch with a look of pure bliss on her face - fur matted and mane frayed. Spitfire, being used to waking up around the very crack of dawn, had just finished her breakfast and wasted no time in doing her usual off-duty routine. Which included...

...Combing her hair...

"Damn these knots..." She grumbled, trying to separate two entangled bangs of her hair with a comb and some brute force. An involuntary twitch of her muscles gave her hoof enough kinetic energy to not only break through the knot, but also push against them hard enough to give it a nasty yank. "YEOW!!"

...Take her Regumate...

"Ahh, that's the stuff..."

...Read the paper...

"So that's who Gabby Gums was. Better keep this one away from Soarin', then..."

...Check up on Soarin' after he OD'd on cake and pie last night...

Spitfire rapped her hoof on the door. "You okay in there, Soarin'?"

"Don't light a match!" He hollered groggily from inside before belching out a lungful.

"I'll take that as a yes..." The mare walked off towards Rainbow's room.

...And finally, check up on Rainbow Dash.

Spitfire quietly pushed the door to Dash's room, with just enough clearance for her to have a good look at her. A sympathetic smile curved her lips at the sight of Rainbow Dash curled tightly into a fetal position, either in comfort from her captain's reassuring words the previous night or in anxiety at the prospects of being thrust into the dark, mysterious frontier that is sex and sexual relations. It was a bit of both, actually. While she took solace on the island of Spitfire's honey-sweet words of reassurance, she still felt stranded in an ocean of sexual uncertainty, terrified of the dark side of the birds and the bees. "You are so sweet, my little Dashie..." She whispered to herself. "Just hang in there while Spitfire's with Cadence, so be a good girl now, hear?" She chuckled under her breath, gently closing the door before making her way towards the kitchen.

Hopefully Cadence knows what to do when dealing with an emotionally-repressed, sexually-frustrated mare for a mate... Ah, what am I saying? She's the Alicorn of Love, of course she knows what to do!

The captain was not in any real need to rush, but the unyielding onslaught of hormones pumping through her brain and pelvis made it feel like she was late for work and responded as such. Hastily packing her saddlebag with Bits, Regumate, a paper fan and pepper spray as she scarfed down three slices of prepackaged prench toast (a gift from the ambassador of Prance), Spitfire galloped out the main entrance with enough speed to buffet the nearby security guards, leaping straight off the landing pad and falling thirty feet before deploying her wings and gliding off towards Canterlot.

In less than half-an-hour, the alabaster spires and slender ivory minarets of Canterlot broke through the billowing white clouds, subtly mottled with patches of fresh and aged plaster; a testament to the many brutal sieges the city has endured over the centuries. Spitfire looked down below at the labyrinthine city streets below - alleyways were spotted by lone wanderers and the occasional tryst while the main streets were packed with busy bazaars, soldiers marching in formation and lively parades dedicated to Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, her banners held aloft by well-sculpted stallions draped in veritable ghillie suits of rosaries and flower chains. The mare always felt her little flower's "petals" open up a bit whenever she saw their sleek, muscular frames.

Luna almighty, I've always wanted to get ravaged by one of those studs. Bet they're packing some serious meat, too...

Her wings shifted themselves against the wind, slowing her descent as she made her approach onto Celestia's balcony. It was a good thing the palace guards were sharp-eyed enough to recognize her or she'd have been blasted out of the sky. Bolts of weaponized magic are not good for a mare's mane. With the hard clop of hooves against marble, Spitfire hopped onto the balcony, leaping down from its railing. At risk of startling the goddess of the sun itself, the Wonderbolt tapped a few times on the crystalline glass of its Art Nouveau-style door, falling onto the marble rump-first as she waited. Her ears perked up as she heard increasingly loud hoofsteps from within, punctuated with a long pause and terminating with the door opening to reveal her royal equine majesty.

"Spitfire?" She gasped, the same way the Wonderbolt did at the sight of the many hair-curlers in her mane. "W-what are you doing here?"

Spitfire stood up, raising her rear. "Do you know where Cadence is? Rainbow Dash needs help and only she can help us out."

Celestia frowned. "I take it that you two are in love, huh?" The pegasus nodded, her ears folded. The princess gave an exasperated sigh as her response. "I'm not too comfortable with an Element of Harmony having a love interest, especially another mare..."

"Princess, you gotta stop living in the past," Said Spitfire, bluntly. "Homosexuality is a natural thing and our population is more than secure enough to accommodate a few dozen or hundred non-reproducing couples."

Celestia sighed once more. "It just seems...odd to me, that's all."

"You'll get used to it," The captain smiled reassuringly, the princess smiling back in response. "So where's Cadence?"

Celestia turned to her right and pointed a hoof towards a tall, slender white spire capped with a green copper roof. "She's in that tower right over there on Third Avenue next to the Saddle Arabian embassy on the top floor, can't miss it."

Spitfire leapt onto the railing and flared her wings. "Thanks, Celestia! Gotta fly!" And with that, she took off, soaring towards the tower, flapping her feathered friends against an inconveniently-directed wind current. "Whoa whoa whoa!!" She cried, soon regaining control. "Phew!"

I just hope I'm not interrupting anything...provocative...

The Love Goddess

Spitfire rapped her hoof a few times on Cadence's ornate balcony door, hearing romantic Bossa Nova music playing from within. She loved that kind of music ever since she hosted the Best Young Flier competition in Acapulcolt and considering that city's musical tradition and being one of the places visited on the royal honeymoon, it was no surprise that the pink Alicorn would be interested in it, too...

The balcony door opened to reveal the Princess of Love herself: Cadence, bringing with it unmuffled music, the sight of her opulent room and the smell of rosewater, estrus and vanilla. The aroma alone was enough to have Spitfire feel a warm bead of nectar roll down her leg. Oddly enough, the alicorn's horn was wreathed in its shimmering violet aura, yet there was nothing in sight that she appeared to be manipulating.

"Spitfire?!" She exclaimed, surprised by the captain's unannounced arrival. "W-what brings you here? I'm in the middle of an important experiment."

Spitfire scratched her head. "It's kind of an emergency. Not really an emergency kind of emergency, but the kind where my emotional being is at stake along with one of my teammates."

"It's a romantic problem, isn't it?" Asked Cadence, her tone getting rather...amorous. "So... Who's the lucky stallion, dare I ask?" A creamy smile grew on her face, looking down at Spitfire with bedroom eyes, as if to say that she wanted in on that action. Considering the fact that Cadence was, by her very nature as the goddess of love, polyamorous, it wouldn't be that much of a surprise if she really did want a taste of the action, too... "It's okay, I'm the Princess of Love, so you can tell me anything about who your special somepo-"

"It's Rainbow Dash."

The alicorn's entire face turned crimson, placing two hooves over her mouth. She was perfectly alright with same-sex couples and no stranger whatsoever with homosexual relations, but Spitfire and Rainbow Dash?! The thought of those two together never even once crossed her mind!

"Rainbow Dash?!" Exclaimed the princess, her tone quickly changing from shock to adoration. "Well, I had no idea you two were an item! In fact, I had no idea she was even interested in having a relationship! She must have really grown up quite a bit since the Equestria Games. Which is great news, seeing how emotionally repressed she's always been. She never even shed a tear when I took the first bite of wedding cake to cement my relationship with Shining Ar-"

"That's the problem," Spitfire interrupted. "She's a traumatized, emotionally and sexually repressed lesbian that just recently came out of the closet. She's finally starting to stop hiding her feelings and I've been trying to help her get a better understanding of sex, but she's very insecure, incredibly sensitive, anxious, scared and there hasn't been a single day gone by without her having a cry at one point. She's a real mess..."

Cadence was hurt. Sure, she's dealt with emotional repressed individuals and ponies struggling with their sexual identities, but knowing that Rainbow Dash was one of them hit way too close to home. It was as if somepony dropped a lump of lead in her heart. "Oh, the poor thing..." She said. "Come on inside, Spitfire," Cadence turned around and walked back into her room, gesturing the Wonderbolt to follow her. "I think I know how to help the two of you..."

Spitfire's head swiveled in every direction that her neck allowed, the opulent interior almost too much to take in all at once. Its vaulted, domed ceiling was adorned with frescoes depicting scenes from Equestrian mythology and antiquity, depicting gods and goddess worshipped long before Luna and Celestia took control over their collective pantheon. A lavish, dark purple bed pushed against the northern wall was shielding by plain white curtains - a stark contrast from the room's gaudy arabesques and Rococo-style furniture. The curtains on the bed were parted, giving the Wonderbolt a view of its many pillows and rich, silky textures. Spitfire always admired Cadence's bed. To her, it was like Cadence's one true throne - a romantic dais dedicated to the Princess's dominion of the Equestrian mating season, its threads and fabrics an intangible trophy room baptized with the precious juices and biting teeth of more than a thousand mares and stallions blessed with the rarest privilege in Canterlot: Making the beast with two backs with Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.

But one thing that stood out from the marble tiles, the fancy furniture and that enormous vase in the corner was what sounded like the muffled strains and grunts of a stallion, heard even over the Bossa Nova playing on that decrepit-looking old phonograph. The sound baffled her much more than it worried her, since she hardly had a clue as to why she'd be hearing that sound in a place like Cadence's.

"Um, Cadence? What is that noise, exactly?" She said, approaching the bathroom door where it came from.

Cadence blushed a hearty crimson in response. "Oh! Uhh... That's...That's just my little...'experiment' I was talking about..." She stammered, bracing herself and her ears for Spitfire's reaction.

The fire-maned mare's curiosity (and estrus) disregarded all sense of prudishness and respect for others' privacy, and with an audible creak, opened the bathroom door with a single push. "Well, I heard somepony in discomfort and the door's slightly open, so I think that gives me every right to find out- OH MY GODS."

The door knocked over a bottle of lubricant, sending it rolling down the floor until it stopped at the toilet where the object of her shock was. Now it was Spitfire's turn to be red as a beetroot.

The toilet seat was down, and on it sat the one and only Shining Armor. Nothing seemed all that different about him, save for the fact that he was clad in tight purple/black-striped stockings, hoofcuffed behind his back and Cadence's magical glow holding his muzzle and his cock shut tight. His face was red, his eyes were teary and his face was contorted in what looked like a mix between pure pleasure and grievous discomfort. Spitfire's eyes lowered and found Shining's ballsack swollen and tinged with a shade of blue while his thick, veiny stallionhood throbbed painfully - red hot to the touch and struggling to fire its load. curiously enough, an egg-timer sat on the nearby countertop.

Cadence walked up next to the jaw-dropped Spitfire, smiling nervously. "Heh heh... Well, I guess you now know about my little experiment!" she laughed nervously, rubbing her pained ear. Spitfire shook her head back into lucidity, having now recovered from the initial shock.

"Orgasm denial?!" The yellow mare blurted. "On Shining Armor?! I know he's tough and all, but isn't this a little extreme? I mean, his cock looks ready to explode!" She pointed a hoof towards his tortured member, rubbing her haunches together, her vulva instinctively moistening itself in anticipation of a potential, masculine intruder.

"Don't fret, Spitty," She said, walking over to her husband and teasingly stroking his chin. Spitfire frowned at the sound of her least favorite nickname - second only to "Zippo McHotplot," which was given to her by Soarin' minutes before he had to spend the afternoon with a bag of frozen peas on his cheek. "He's tough, I know he is. I just wanted to know exactly how tough he was in the bedroom." The princess ended her sentence with a kiss on the stallion's lips, which only served to exacerbate his ecstatic agony.

Cadence and Spitfire shared a grin of sadistic glee, both enjoying the impossibly horny look he was giving those two. It was a very empowering moment - the two mares felt their spirits soar with excitement, knowing that they had such a hot boy firmly in their clutches, at their mercy and very, very firm. Both of them felt their clits swell to twice their size at the prospect of all the dirty, dirty things they could do to him.

Cadence giggled. "It's just like my bachelorette party all over again!"

Spitfire joined in her laughter. "I kinda figured it would be! Everypony knows that Cadence throws the sexiest parties in Equestria!" Somewhere in Ponyville, a Pink mare felt her hair deflate with a sudden feeling of pure, seething jealousy. "What do you think we should do to him, Cadence?"

The princess put a hoof to her chin in deep thought, much to Shining Armor's worry. "That's a good question, Spitfire... Just think of this as more of a lesson in stallions and how to give them what you want."

"Thanks, but I want to learn how to have mares give me what I want." Laughed Spitz. "But on a serious note, I could really use some advice on how to not only tell Rainbow Dash that I love her, but just how much I love her. Sure, I know all about sex and seduction, but full-blown romance...is a whole 'nother thing..." Spitfire sighed in resignation. "I just feel so...afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" Asked Cadence, concerned for her high-flying friend.

"That's the problem: I don't know." The captain looked downwards, her ears flattened and her hoof pawing the tiled floor. "I'm a world-class athlete, a celebrity daredevil, a one-time actress and a five-star sex symbol, so why does it feel like there's a concrete wall keeping me from her? I'm so confused..."

Cadence lifted Spitfire's chin upwards, her eyes meeting the princess' reassuring smile. "It's perfectly normal to feel like that when you first find love. Just take her on a date, be yourself, make her feel special and remember that fear is merely temporary and that you'll be stronger for overcoming it. 'Fear is the mind killer' as they always say."

"Thanks, Cadence. That...really means a lot to me." Spitfire gave the princess a warm embrace, which the Alicorn returned in kind. After they separated, the mares' tender moment was rudely interrupted by the shrill ring of the egg timer. Cadence panicked and fell backwards, inadvertently releasing her magical grip on her husband.

"Uh-oh."

AAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!

Free at last from his torturous denial, Shining Armor felt his psyche ripped apart by an orgasm of epic proportions, his mind shattered by powerful blast after powerful blast of pure ecstasy. His penis, now free from its ethereal bonds, blew its obscenely huge load of piping hot sperm with the pressure of a garden hose at full blast. Nothing stood in the way of his tremendous arc of stallion-juice.

Except for Spitfire, who had no time to react whatsoever.

"Gaaagghhh!!"

Though it was certainly not the first time in her life, the Captain of The Wonderbolts found herself plastered from hoof to head in a thick coat of Shining Armor's warm, salty seed. It looked like somepony filled a whole cannon up with glue and fired it straight at her. Coming to terms with the situation, Spitfire's shock turned to arousal once she saw herself in the wall-to-wall bathroom mirror. Seeing her shocked expression soon changed into that of arousal, further emulating the beautiful porn stars of her video collection. The parody of those naughty mares she saw in her reflection turned her estrus from simmer to full-blast, licking the excess cum from her lips with a provocative moan.

Spitfire's resemblance to a freshly-plastered porno pony was certainly not lost on Cadence, who now eyed her with such hungry, predatory eyes.

The princess burst into a fit of hearty laughter. "Looks like my big strong Shining Armor made a big mess out of poor little Spitfire!" She tittered. "I think somepony needs a bath..."

"You're going to take a bath with me?" The Wonderbolt replied with a mix of confusion and anticipation.

"No." Cadence licked her lips suggestively. Spitfire simply closed her eyes and leaned her head back in response. Crawling over the plastered Pegasus, Cadence bowed her head and went to town on her fiery friend's body while Shining Armor laid back and slept on the toilet, sleepy enough to be confused for a catatonic.

Mating season is weird, isn't it?

Man, what a week this has been. Hope Rainbow Dash is doing alright... Ooh! Yeah, right along the inner thigh! Oooh, that's the spirit...

Sleepyhead.

A masculine voice groaned in frustration from behind Spitfire's walk-in closet door. The mare was sprawled out on her bed in a provocative manner, wearing her flight jacket unbuttoned. It's been a week since the start of mating season, the initiation party held for Rainbow Dash and the incident involving her throwing herself at Spitfire and forcibly making out with her, having snapped under the pressure of estrus and suppressed emotions. Were it not for the captain's compassionate heart, words of reassurance and soft-spot for her biggest fan, Dash may not have been alive the following morning. The thought of what could've happened otherwise was one that Spitfire did not like thinking about at all.

The thought of what could've happened after her talk with Rainbow Dash, on the other hoof, was something she loved thinking about...

"Auggh, Spitfire, do we have to do this?"

"You know darn well that wednesday night is roleplay night, Soarin'. You agreed to that by contract, remember?"

"But I feel ridiculous in this outfit, its embarrassing! Besides, it's ten o' clock in the morning..."

"I think it looks adorable on you, Soarin'. It's not like anypony else is in the room with a camera. Well, except for that one really scrawny-looking kid working for that Gabby Gums bitch..."

"My point exactly - I'm not going to take any more chances after the months I spent trying to live that down. Nope. Never going down that road again."

"Come on, big guy, do it for me, please? This heat is really starting to ache..."

"Can't we just skip this whole roleplay shtick and just let me mount you? This fixation over Rainbow Dash of yours is really starting to creep me out."

Spitfire began to run out of patience, her voice stern with mild exasperation. "Just get your baby-blue plot over here."

"Fine." The stallion grumbled, much to his superior's satisfaction.

With a gentle push and an exasperated sigh, the closet door slid open, Spitfire making little effort to conceal her snickering, much at the expense of the stallion and his blush-stained face across from her. Poor Soarin' looked like he had just lost a particularly cruel bet. The stallion did not know which was more humiliating: having to comb and dye his mane to look like Rainbow Dash or having to wear a skimpy french maid costume with the tightest panties known to ponykind.

Neither of them, actually. It was having been talked into this by his own captain and buck-buddy.

"Wow, you look cuter than I thought you would!" Tittered Spitfire, much to Soarin's expense.

"Sh-shut up!" He snapped, blushing brighter than a beetroot on a baboon's butt. "No self-respecting stallion should ever wear anything like this!"

"What about the stallions working the street in North Canterlot?" The captain's smug face did little to lighten the mood.

"My point exactly! I am Soarin', second-in-command of the Wonderbolts, pie connoisseur and all-around handsome stallion, should never have to dress as a mare, even if it was to fulfill his captain's obsessive fantasies."

"Of course you are, Soarin'." Said Spitfire, craning her neck to the right to try and get a better look at his plot. "But not tonight - because tonight, you're Rainbow Dash, my personal maid/wingpony/love slave. Besides, seeing those panties pressed against your cock and balls is really starting to make me moist..."

"But Spitz..."

The yellow mare had lost her patience, clearing her throat to make way for her more authoritative voice. "Rainbow Dash, I demand that you lick my vagina clean until you can see your reflection, double-time! Is that clear?!" She barked, making Soarin' fur jolt upwards.

Soarin' panicked, quickly clearing his own throat before using his best female voice, which did not sound all that feminine, really. "Err, Sir yes sir!" He squeaked.

"Good." Spitfire replied, spreading her hind legs apart to reveal her warm, damp sex. "Now get to work ASAP, or I'll have you licking toilets instead! Now move!!"

The stallion quickly dove his blunt-edged muzzle into her vagina, the sweet, spicy scent of her musk distracting him from the thought that Spitfire might have gone straight-up bonkers from her estrus. Her inner walls clenched onto his tongue like a vice for a split-second from the erotic shock of Soarin' having squeezed the front-end of his face into her vulva so abruptly.

Spitfire eeped. "G-good...Now get your tongue working double time, runt!"

Known by her teammates and peers to be a very sexually liberated (if not outright promiscuous) mare, Spitfire was almost always up for a good rutting, be it a quickie in the shower or a "team-building exercise" atop the highest cloud they could find. Ignorant ponies may dismiss her as a slut, but those in the know were aware that she was very well educated in the carnal arts and Equestrian sexual politics, knowing well the importance of sexual experimentation for long-term relationships. But there was one aspect of sexuality that was still an utter mystery for Spitfire - an erotic frontier that she knew little about:

Having sex in an actual relationship.

Ahh, is that all you got? Lick harder!

True, she was very close friends with her childhood friend Soarin', often kissing or sharing a bed, but they never did consider each other to be true soulmates. And even though she often found herself rubbing lips - both kinds, at that - with her friend and personal advisor Misty - who had been of great emotional support for the fire-maned mare for years, the two had yet to even think of each other as more than more-than-just-friends. Even role-play night was seen as not much more than a casual kind of thing, in spite of Fleetfoot's massive Daring Do fixation. Plus, she tended to get ropeburn fairly easily due to her sensitive skin, which resulted in more than a few cries of their safeword of choice.

Which was usually "ornithopter." Go figure.

Ohhh, annhh...err, I mean...Y-you call that oral s-sex?! Give me your best sh-shot!

So despite all those times of having the kind of mind-blowing sex most Ponies could only dream of, Spitfire was ultimately left unsatisfied, wondering how she could feel so...wanting...after exploring the countless angles, positions and dimensions that have defined the art of physical pleasure. It was so frustrating for her! How and why did she feel so strangely empty after continuously pushing the envelope of the most basic pleasure of all living things? Did she reach its very limit of potential? Or rather, the very limit of potential without crossing the threshold into outright deviance?

Surely, the ancient rite of sex was, as its sensations intended, more than simple perpetuation of the species and therefore, a practice that had some way of never getting old or tiresome to have etched its instructions into the instincts of every animal to have ever existed, right? Whatever it was, Spitfire knew she had to find out about it and fast - the pressure of being a Wonderbolt was one that could wear a Pegasus down to the bones.

There was a reason for them being such a small team after all...

There...That's...that's it, Rainbow D-dash, m-maybe now you can get to be the lead *eep!* wingpony...

Not long after the Best Young Flier Competition and seeing Rainbow Dash for the first time, something clicked inside of Spitfire's head; the answer she had sought for what seemed like a thousand years. It was something about Dash's unshakeable pride, cool head, powerful ambition and devilish looks that made the mare's heart throb and nethers moisten. It was the answer that was so mind-wrackingly elusive and yet so childishly simple - one that may or may not have stopped her from becoming little more than a tabloid star and a rehab boomerang...

...It was love. True love.

Y-you th-think that's...Ohh...That's what it takes to be a W-w-wonderbolt? I know y-you can do better than- Oh YES, just like that!

That very same kind of love that coined the term "love-making" in the first place. The kind of love that meant sharing a cheap dinner out by the wave breakers as the sun went down. The kind of love that meant reading comics together at the bookstore on a rainy night until closing time. The kind of love that meant devoting your life to something other than your own survival - to that very special somepony you shared every intimate moment with until both of your lives have reached their ends.

And even after that, those bonds would still last.

You can do it, Dash...Ahh...ahhh...I know you can! Make your captain proud! Annnhh!

That's what Spitfire needed all along - something to give that pleasure she felt during sex true substance; true meaning; true value to that timeless act. But Spitfire was not selfish like that, she wanted more than just an erotic additive, she wanted companionship; specifically one that involved a certain Rainbow-maned Pegasus that was just like her in almost every way possible. She was her biggest fan, always eager to prove herself to her idol and has already proven her love for Spitfire - a moment that made the Wonderbolt's heart and soul burn with such passion that it was hard to believe she hadn't returned the favor by tackling Rainbow Dash and giving her a mind-blowing kiss.

But that had to wait for now; She knew better not to rush things.

Faster! FASTER!

Creamy visions of the cyan mare triggered by that fateful night rippled through Spitfire's psyche like water yielding to a dropped stone. Their contents varied tremendously, but always had the consistent theme of the two doing very naughty things to each other. Things that you could never get away with in front of an audience.

Anhh... S-screw this roleplay crap, just eat me out already! Ahhh! Ohh!

Visions of her meeting the excited fangirl and giving her a special "backstage tour" of the showers, where she would teach Dash all the amazing tricks techniques that a Wonderbolt could do outside their shows, letting her tongue demonstrate so many unspeakable acts of ecstasy-inducing feats to send the mare's mind reeling in mind-shattering pleasure.

Oh, Rainbow Dash...ahh...I want you! I want your body, your taste, your heart! I love you so much, Rainbow Dash! Ahhh, Dash!!

Visions of finding Rainbow Dash pleading for mercy after having broken one of the Wonderbolt Mansion's rules, only to find herself bound in silk ropes and whipped with a riding crop by a bodice-wearing Spitfire. That was one she planned on keeping private, hoping Dash wasn't scared or turned off by a healthy bit of BDSM. She did have quite a thing for dominance and mild bondage, but this was often cut short by Soarin's emotional sensitivity, even though he wanted it in the first place as a way of overcoming those problems head-on.

Yesss! That's it! Keep at it! Keep going! Ahh!

And then there were the occasional visions of Spitfire pampering Rainbow Dash on a pillowy dais, constantly feeding her rich delicacies until her bulging belly spilled into her lap, which she would then massage with hot scented oils, repeating the process until she was too big to fly. That was one fantasy she would most definitely keep a secret, knowing well the pride Rainbow took in her athletic abilities and the importance of their careers as Wonderbolts. As much as she hated to admit it, Spitfire was a bit of a chubby chaser, her fetish originating from having to care for Soarin' after his occasional sleep-eating episode and the odd pastry binge. Massaging a pie-swollen gut was a sensation she quickly grew to like, but she could never say the same for his ensuing flatulence.

Annhhh!! I'm gonna...I'm gonna...I c-can't...h-hold on...m-much...

But fantasies were still fantasies - only good for dreaming about, or so Spitfire thought. But then again, she said the same thing years and years ago about becoming a Wonderbolt, so who knows? Maybe they would come true...

Rainbow Daaa-aaashhh!!

The captain laid outstretched on the bed, her dress uniform disheveled, her eyes wild and wide open, her chest rising high with each deep inhale and her nethers utterly drenched; as was Soarin's grinning face. She felt those familiar, crashing waves of pleasure course through her being as they slowly dissipated, savoring the sensation until it simply melted out of her mind. As great as it was, it was still not the same without the real Rainbow Dash to kiss, to hold and to love like a true soulmate could do.

"That...was great..." Spitfire breathed with a relaxed smile.

"Ditto..." Soarin' panted. "So can I finally take this crap off now?"

"Not yet, you still have to lick me clean, you dirty filly..." She chimed, killing the stallion's smile like a flying boulder to a helicopter.

"Fine..." He grumbled, diving his nose back into her sticky little lap.

As Soarin' proceeded with his tongue-based ministrations, Spitfire reached a hoof out to grasp a framed photo of her posing with Rainbow Dash at the fateful Grand Galloping Gala two years ago.

"It's only a matter of time until you're mine..." She wistfully said. "Heh. That even rhymed..." Tracing the tip of her hoof lustfully around Dash's face, the mare licked her lips with a look of almost primal hunger upon her face. Speaking of hunger, however, Spitfire felt a dense, empty void in the pit of her belly - snarling like a trapped beast out of an ancient myth. This haunting call that resonated throughout her body was a baleful reminder that it was still ten-o-clock and that she hadn't had breakfast yet.

"Okay, I'm clean enough, Soarin'." She said, repositioning herself off of her back, breaking off a thin strand of her juices from Soarin's lips. "It's time for breakfast."

Soarin's face lit up like a lightbulb. "Does this mean I can take this off?!"

"Yes, you can."

"Hot chocolate!!" He whinnied, wasting no time in galloping off to her closet and flinging his girly costume and girly underthings off of his body and straight out the door like it was radioactive. For him, it even felt like they were - unless they were on Spitfire, of course...

Feeling those telltale tremors from her stomach call out for her once again, the mare set the frame back down on her nightstand, rolled off her bed and awkwardly sauntered off into the kitchen for the usual fried eggs and hay sausages, her seasonal scent trailing her as she passed her bedroom's threshold.

I wonder what she's up to right now...

Rainbow Dash let out a tired sigh of relief after sealing the last box shut with yet another strip of tape. Falling backwards onto her bed and pressing herself into its plush linens, she took one last glance around her room to admire her handiwork before going back to sleep for another two hours. Everything in her house - posters, furniture, books and all - were all neatly packed into great heaps of randomly placed wooden crates and cardboard boxes of every size, their contents appropriately written on their sides in black marker.

"There...That's the very...last...one..." She huffed.

The Pegasus had been packing boxes non-stop all night long, having collapsed from exhaustion long ago were it not for Tank's help in carrying and hauling the much heavier items into their receptacles. Since her acceptance into the Wonderbolts some time ago, Rainbow knew it wouldn't be long before she would move in with them in their floating mansion outside of Cloudsdale, as was tradition for all members. The very thought of being able to actually with her heroes was almost too much for the fangirl to bear and with the knowledge that Spitfire had a crush on her and in heat, it felt like the universe itself could implode or explode on her at any given time.

Rainbow Dash's eyes were bloodshot - glazed with a subtle pink shade that matched her vibrant magenta pupils and feeling so dry, she might've thought they were made of stone had she not known better. Her nylon-like muscles pulsed with hot, heavy stabs of soreness and her bones felt like they were made of lead, joints feeling the creak of exhaustion. Her vibrant mane was frayed and ruffled like an abused paintbrush, colorful strands of hair shading her tired eyes like palm fronds. Resting a limp hoof on her forehead, which felt like it was filled with tumbling rocks, Rainbow Dash finally learned the lesson of procrastination the hard way, letting the rest of her body lie motionless on the bed like a stringless puppet.

"Phew...Maybe now, I can finally get some well...deserved..." Dash let out a toothy yawn. "...rest..."

Shut as her mountain-heavy eyelids closed shut, they were rudely pried open by the harsh blare of the moving van's car horn, prompting the sleep-deprived Dash to spring into the air with a startled yelp. Regaining her breath, Rainbow's eyes glazed over with exasperation, slogging her weary self over to the door.

"Oh for Pony's sake..."

Feeling the piercing light of the sun as she opened the door, she found herself staring eye-to-lazy-eye with a familiar grey Pegasus standing before her, clutching a clipboard and pen in her mouth.

"Mornin', Rainbow Dash!" Chimed Derpy, letting the two items flop out of her mouth and onto the wispy cloud below.

"Ugh...Morning, Derpy..." Rainbow responded, slowly picking up the clipboard and gripping the end of the pen with her teeth.

"Ooh, you don't look so good... Have you been eating enough vege-tuh-bulls?"

"Ah gueth..." Dash slurred, clumsily writing her signature on the bill before handing both items over to the cross-eyed mare.

Derpy scanned the receipt clamped onto the board before tucking it into her saddlebag in spite of the new Wonderbolt's hoofwriting, which was so sullied by her fatigue that it looked like the scratchings of a third-grade chicken. Scootaloo jokes aside, it was still legible enough for her boss to recognize, giving Derpy and her co-workers the okay to start loading the van, which was little more than a steampunk hybrid of a gypsy wagon and a mail truck, pulled by the cartoonishly large muscles of Big McLargeHooves himself.

Rainbow Dash lacked the patience and lucidity to even care about what was going on around her, wanting only to finally get some well-deserved sleep, dragging one hoof in front of the other as she made her way up the spiral staircase and into her bed. After what felt like a marathon of walking, Dash finally climbed her way back into bed, giving her sore joints and muscles the rest they so desperately needed. Tank, who was walking at the very same pace she was, crawled under the covers next to her, nuzzling her with a scaly cheek before withdrawing into his armored domain.

So incredibly tired she was, that Rainbow Dash failed to notice Derpy following her boss's orders a little too early, hauling the entire bed, along with all of the other boxes one-by-one, while her co-workers were too busy helping Crate solve a particularly difficult crossword puzzle to notice. Happily trapping the slumbering athlete and her pet Tortoise in a prison of cardboard, Derpy gave her workers the okay to proceed, hopping gingerly inside of the cab with her co-workers after an hour of hard work.

"Ugh...Who would've known the answer was 'Charlemagne?'" Said Crate, wiping the sweat off his brow before turning his attention to an exhausted Derpy that had just closed the door behind her. "Wow. You did all of that yourself, Derpy?" He asked.

"Yup!" Said Derpy, giving her supervisor a firm salute, giving him a grin of pure confidence. "All by myself!"

"Well, what's done is done, I suppose." Crate said, scratching his five-o-clock shadow. "You really impressed me today, Derpy - You deserve a raise!"

"Woohoo!" She cheered. "Ready to take off, Mr. McLargeHooves?"

"YEEEAAAUHH!!!"

"Let's go, folks!" Said an enthusiastic Cloud Kicker.

With a sudden jerk of momentum brought on by McLargeHooves' grossly enlarged muscles, the van took off towards Wonderbolt Manor, flying thousands of feet above Ponyville into the cloudy cluster of buildings called Cloudsdale. Derpy slouched in her seat fanning herself as she regained her breath, completely unaware that she had packed Rainbow Dash and Tank in the back of the van. The radio was turned up and the movers were bobbing their heads rhythmically to the virtuosos of famed folk guitarist Meadow Song, unable to hear poor Dash pounding on the walls of the van's interior, crying out for help...

...Mainly because she actually wasn't crying for help, let alone even aware of her current predicament; still held tightly in the clutches of a long-denied slumber, dreaming of that fire-haired Wonderbolt and the very, very naughty things she wanted to do to her. Fortunately, she'll be meeting her soon, anyways...

"Ah still don't see why Rainbow Dash had to move in with the other Wonderbolts at that fancy mansion they have up in Cloudsdale..." Said Applejack, pacing across the birch flooring, her tangerine form dwarfed by the cake's shadow towering over her. "I mean, it's right on the other side of Cloudsdale, so what's the point of haulin' every-dang-thing she owns over to that big flyin' house?"

The Mane Six - or Mane Five rather, if you excluded Spike - were all up and early at Sugarcube Corner doing their part to prepare themselves for the second initation party at the Wonderbolts Mansion tonight, which Soarin' so kindly arranged to make up for the first and originally only party, which ended on a sour note to say the least. Having gathered the party favors, dry cleaned the dresses and hired an airship to ferry them to the estate, all the mares had left to do was to kill some time before their ride came.

That, and leave Pinkie Pie to wrap up the finishing touches on the grotesquely huge cake for tonight's event...

"Well, because it's cool, duh!" Said Pinkie, standing high atop a ladder as she deftly emptied just the right amount of yellow frosting around the rim of the cake's top tier. The dessert was a heaping, five-layered ziggurat of spongecake, blue and yellow icing capped by a tiny aluminum figurine of Rainbow Dash in a Wonderbolts suit that she got from the local metallurgist. "I mean, if you're as cool and awesome and awesomely cool as one of the Wonderbolts on account of actually being one of the Wonderbolts, then what else to do but live with the Wonderbolts?! Everypony knows that about the Wonderbolts!"

"Ah know, stupid me..." AJ replied with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, swirling her eyes around and circling a hoof towards her head. "But seriously, why exactly does she have to live with 'em? Twilight, do you know?"

"It's for a lot of different reasons, actually." The bookworm replied. "One, it's for logistical purposes, so they can rely on the whole team being ready to go in case of an emergency or simply out of convenience. Two, it's to keep the team unified, organized and their bonds closely knit-together, since many Wonderbolts hail from all over Equestria. And three, as Pinkie said, it's just because it's cool - like the secret headquarters that so many superheroes on TV have."

"Ooh, which superhero?" Chimed Pinkie, perking up at the mention of superheroes. "Is it Batmare? What about Wonder Whinny? Ooh! Is it the Mysterious Mare-Do-Well? Although she really didn't have a secret base, since all five of us were the Mysterious Mare-Do-Well, after all! But imagine if we did give her one! Ooh! I love thinking of stuff like this! Will it have fancy ribbons? A sliding pole? Ooh, or even a--"

"Back to work, Pinkie." AJ said flatly.

"Oh..." She giggled. "Sorry 'bout that!"

Rarity lowered her copy of the Foal Free Press, taking notice of Applejack's rather surly disposition. "What in the world is eating you, Applejack?" She asked. "You've been acting rather...uncouth as of late. Is something wrong?"

AJ turned her head, avoiding eye contact with the fashionista. "Just..." She sighed. "...Just been thinking about things."

"If it's your heat that's bothering you, then why not buy one of those little..." She giggled, blushing a gentle peek. "...plot devices that they sell at Club Cadence in the back alleys of Saddle Street? Those have often helped me a lot on rainy days or when I have artist's block."

Spike, sitting against the wall by Twilight, was busy frantically taking notes on a scrap of parchment. "Note to self..." He muttered. "...Rainy days...Rarity's bedroom...artist's block..."

"Spike, what are you writing?" Asked Twilight, peering over his shoulder.

The dragon summoned an incandescent plume of green flame in one large, panicky yelp; singing his his claws and incinerating the paper. Everypony in the room took notice of the embarrassed purple apprentice.

"Eheheheh... Just a little bit of gas..." He chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head before blowing on his burnt little digits.

Everypony's attention soon turned to the sound of a loud, mechanical hum that shook the rafters of Sugarcube Corner, like a helicopter crossed with an off-road motorcycle. Its bass and volume suggested the mass of an entire house slowly making its way to earth only several feet from the building, cutlery and teacups rattling like epileptic wind-chimes from its immense presence. At the very climax of its mechanical crescendo, it slowly sputtered to a halt, interrupted by the sharp hiss of steam and the sound of an opening metal door.

"Well, sounds like our airship has arrived, everypony." Said Rarity, walking over to the cake to help Twilight levitate the cake to its destination. "I'll help Twilight carry this colossal confection, while the rest of you make your way to the airship." Carefully levitating the huge dessert shielded by Twilight's magic for protection, Rarity proceeded towards the front door; its sugary mass weighing an absolute ton, even with magic.

"Will do, Rarity." Said Fluttershy, trotting over to the door with the others.

"Ah got the dressin's..." Said Applejack, carrying the plastic-wrapped Gala dresses, gripping them in her teeth by the coat hangers.

"And I'll help you two carry my beautiful cakey creation!" Declared Pinkie, promptly putting on her flashing-siren helmet and grabbing a couple florescent batons. Walking backwards ahead of the two Unicorns, gesturing them carefully towards the door with both glowing orange wands gripped firmly in her front hooves. "Come on! Easy now...Careful, careful... That's it!"

After a good, nerve-wracking five minutes of hauling the Wonderbolt cake into the airship - which looked like the copper-colored love-child of a whale, a submarine and a helicopter, Rarity nearly fainted on one of the plush leather seats inside.

"Phew...I am never doing heavy-lifting like that ever again!" Said the exhausted fashionista. "I can almost feel calluses growing on my horn!"

The dessert itself was still encapsulated in its magical bubble in the back of the cabin, safe and sound, while the others braced themselves in their seats as the gears and wires within the mechanized beast's innards began to whir and flicker to life again, squeezing a frightful squeak out of poor Fluttershy. The butter-colored Pegasus bunched herself up between the warm seat cushions and the cold walls of worn brass, shivering with fright from the motion and sound of the ancient craft. Twilight took this as a prime opportunity to comfort her friend, pressing herself close against Fluttershy's side and letting a gentle hoof massage her stomach.

As Spike and the Mane Five relaxed in the plush comfort of the airship, which was little more than a bunch of fancy furniture and carpeting stuffed inside an otherwise hollow cabin, Rainbow Dash was enjoying a little "plush comfort" of her own.

"Unh...Come on Soarin', this is the very last one! Anh!"

"Ah...I can't, Spitfire! I don't think I have any more left in me! Ahh!"

"Yes...you...can! Believe in yourself, Soarin'! Just turn it around a bit so it fits better!"

"Oof...I hope Rainbow Dash won't be mad at us for - Hnghh! - for ruining her junk!"

"Not if you - Ugh! - Twist it the right way!"

"I told you we should have lubed this thing! Ahh!"

Soarin' and Spitfire were busy trying to get Rainbow Dash's bed through the door to her new bedroom, seeing how the rest of the movers were too busy angrily chasing Derpy around outside for something she screwed up during the loading process. Having the last of Rainbow Dash's exercise equipment into her new room, all that the two Wonderbolts had to do now was to get the bed past the doorframe and into the right spot, made all the more difficult by an odd lump beneath the covers.

"Ah, there we go!" Grunted Spitfire, finally getting the bed through the door. "See, Soarin'? All you have to do is twist it the right way and it goes through!"

Carefully setting the bed down by the large oval window, the two Wonderbolts let out a heavy, exhausted sigh after having to unload every single item from the van. Sweating and panting like they had just completed a triathalon, Soarin' and Spitfire silently, solemnly swore to themselves that they would never unload anything from any van ever again for the rest of their lives.

Soarin' set the right side of the bed's legs gently onto the floor, giving his tired arms a break. "That sounds so wrong, Spitz..." He said between tired gasps for breath.

"Phew! Well, at least it's good exercise, right?" Spitfire said, wiping her brow. "And now we can finally relax..."

"You read my mind..." The navy-haired stallion repeated his female counterpart's gesture, soon noticing something amiss. "Shouldn't we do something about that weird lump under the covers? It's been there this whole time."

"It's probably just some extra luggage Derpy forgot to pack. You know how she is..."

"W-w-what if it's somepony's severed head?" Soarin' stuttered, overcome with speculation-induced anxiety. "Y-you know, like in that one movie? I had nightmares for a week!"

"Oh hush, silly..." Said Spitfire, as she crawled into bed for some well-deserved rest. "It was just a movie. Besides, I'm too tired to even worry about things like that." She yawned, exposing her pearly whites and pink tongue. "I just want to lay down in a nice, soft bed that smells like a hot young mare with a colorful mane of hair and feels like--"

Spitfire's entire thought process came to a dead stop when her back hoof brushed against something warm and fuzzy.

"What's wrong, Spitfire?" Soarin' asked, voice fraught with worry.

"I just felt something warm and hairy..."

"Aghh, it's somepony's head! I knew it!" Cried Soarin', trembling with pure fear.

Now having taken Soarin's paranoia seriously after his suggestion and the sensation she felt, Spitfire began to shiver, ice-cold tremors racing down her spine as she reluctantly lifted the covers and, to the surprise and shock of both parties...

...Tried her hardest to stifle her laughter.

"Wha...? Spitfire... Spitfire, why are you snickering?" Soarin' asked, perplexed. "What is so funny?"

"Look..." She said, pointing a hoof under the covers and grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

Soarin' carefully peered into the black depths of the comforter-made cave, soon finding himself unable to hold back a teary laugh of his own.

The suspicious lump in the bed turned out to be an utterly exhausted Rainbow Dash sprawled out on the mattress like a lazy dog, lost in a deep sleep next to Tank; motionless, save for the occasional twitch of the ear or limb, the tiny sounds of wind traveling through her nostrils and the gentle rise and fall of her belly with each breath.

Soarin' almost immediately burst out laughing before being shushed by Spitfire. "Oh-ho, man..." He laughed, voice quiet out of respect for the sleepy Pegasus. "She and Tank were in there this whole time?!"

Spitfire giggled girlishly. "She must be a really heavy sleeper, I guess! And she's apparently pretty good at holding onto things, too. I love a mare that can do that..." Her already sultry voice took on a more husky tone.

"Spitfire, you're not thinking of..."

"Relax, Soarin', I'm not that kind of filly, you know. Besides, I'm too tired to do that right now, even if I wanted to. Care to crawl into bed?" The Wonderbolt captain gestured the blue stallion into the space next to Dash.

"Yeah..." Soarin' yawned. "...I suppose. But what if she wakes up? How would she react then? I don't want to give her a heart attack..."

The golden mare yawned in returned. "She won't. Besides, just imagine the look on her face when she wakes up in bed with us!" She said, an impish grin adorning her face.

"That I'd like to see, so count me in!" Soarin' replied, carefully crawling into bed and making sure he didn't disturb Rainbow Dash. Then again, considering what was going on in the past hour as she slept, the gentle jab of his elbow wouldn't disturb her one bit.

Before long, the two Wonderbolts were fast asleep, sandwiching Rainbow Dash and Tank in her own bed. Just before she was completely smothered by the cloak of slumber, Spitfire opened her eyes to get one last glance at Rainbow; admiring the soft, gentile contours of her sleeping face.

"Soon, you'll be sleeping in my arms for the rest of our lives, little Dashie..."

Pillow Talk.

For several seconds, the only sound in the room was the steady throb of the ceiling fan's spinning blades.

"Spitfire?"

"Yes, Rainbow?"

Rainbow Dash shifted in place. "Why did you come into bed with me? I mean, I know you couldn't sleep and neither could I, but...why here? Why with me?"

Spitfire tightened her grip around Dash's chest, pulling the rookie towards her, tensing up in response. Resting her chin on the blue filly's shoulder, the captain's gesture prompted a wave of crimson to stain Rainbow's cheeks, illuminated by the bars of moonlight from the window blinds and enhancing the tension with her seasonal, pheromone-enriched scent.

"Well..." Said Spitfire, speaking softly into her twitching ear. "I...I just don't like to see you all alone- That is... Well, I like to- I... You see-"

"Well, what?"

Spitfire gulped nervously, feeling a chill from the potential consequences of what she had to say. "Well..." She sighed. "You're a very special pony to me. Growing up in such an impoverished family, drowning my sorrows in sex and fortunes, I just feel like... Like I need something much more. Something from you."

That last sentence made Spitfire regret skipping out on those off-duty creative writing workshops.

Rainbow Dash let out a distressed whimper, hunching into a half-fetal position and dragging the comforter over to her side, pushing herself away from Spitfire, who felt like she just had a nail pounded into her heart. The fire-headed mare was afraid that Dash was rejecting her advances, but her estrus left no room for doubt what was going through her mind right now; her emotions becoming an olfactory sensation.

That smell... Spitfire thought, giving the scent a brief whiff. It smells like...shame, sorrow, anxiety and, above all: fear... She was no writer, but she was certainly no stranger to poetry. Maybe I shouldn't have used the word 'need...'

The captain reached over to place her hoof on Rainbow's shoulder, which recoiled from her on the moment of contact. "Rainbow Dash, what's wrong?" She asked, concern in her voice. "Is everything alright?"

"I'm scared, Spitfire. I'm so scared..." Quivered Dash, her tear ducts starting to moisten.

"Scared? Scared of what? It's okay, you can tell me..."

"I'm scared of, well... I'm scared about sex."

Spitfire was taken aback, not only by her love's anxiety, but also by the feeling that her ulterior moments have been found out. "Well...what is there to be afraid about?"

"Stee-rike two, Spitfire!" Her conscience said.

"Everything!" Dash exclaimed, her back still facing the mare next to her, feeling her voice waver and tears well up in her eyes. "I'm afraid of what it feels like, afraid of how much it would hurt if it did, afraid of getting pregnant, afraid of having to settle down with a stallion I don't love, afraid of having to raise a family, afraid of being rejected by the one I love, afraid of having to give up my dreams and...and..." The mare began to choke up.

"And what?"

"...And...being forced into having sex!" Rainbow Dash finally broke down and buried her face in her pillow, sobbing as she felt the heat of her own tears pressed against her eyes. The athlete was already a nervous, pent-up wreck when it came to the birds and the bees, but the very thought of being raped was like a cold lance through her heart. As she curled herself up into a ball, she pulled her tail forward to cover her nethers and pressed her legs against each other in a vice-grip to prevent even an imaginary intrusion into her most private of places.

It was like the initiation ceremony disaster all over again. Spitfire, feeling terrible for her newfound love interest, slowly and carefully wrapped her fore and hindlegs around her, doing her best not to grab onto her tightly or make any sudden movements that would frighten her when a very certain, special evil was on Rainbow's mind. Spitfire's hooves gently caressed her shoulders as she carefully pulled herself closer to Dash, who although flinching slightly at first, relaxed when she remembered that the warm breath upon her neck came from her most beloved of idols: the Captain of The Wonderbolts herself. She always did have a very motherly touch.

"Oh, you poor thing..." Cooed the yellow mare. "You've really hung up about this, aren't you?" She added, running a hoof through her colorful hair.

Rainbow sniffled. "Uh-huh..."

"Been thinking about this a lot?"

"Yes..."

"See, this is what happens if you bottle up all your feelings, Dash. If you keep them all inside of you, you'll only hurt yourself and eventually snap; It's not healthy at all." Spitfire's hoof briefly made contact with Rainbow's forehead, feeling its feverish heat. The poor thing...

"But...but I don't want to be or be seen as a softie; I never did. I always wanted to be strong and tough and cool... Like...like you, Spitfire..."

The captain pulled Rainbow Dash a couple inches closer towards her, holding her with a few extra ounces of pressure added to her grip. She could feel the muffled thump of her heartbeat, moving her muzzle closer towards her ear, the proximity making her chest pound even faster. "Rainbow Dash," She said, the pity in her heart having swam its way into her voice. "We've been through this before; You don't have to be made of stone just to look or be tough. A lot of tough ponies show their feelings and nopony even thinks of them as weaker for doing so."

Rainbow sniffled. "Really...?"

"Of course, Rainbow. In fact, a lot of tough ponies who act really soft in public are considered all the more...tougher for being soft because they're, well...so tough that they're not afraid of looking soft!" Reassured Spitfire, fumbling and tripping over her own words. That sounded a lot better in my head... "You know what I mean?"

The cyan mare nodded. "Yeah, I do. Kinda."

Spitfire hugged her tighter, a yellow hoof gently traced circles on her partner's chestfur. Her estrus got the better of her for a split second and found herself gently nibbling Dash's ear, tasting its sweet flesh. "Good, I'm glad you do." Rainbow Dash tensed up and began panting - sweating, even; letting out a pitiful whimper. "What's wrong, Dashie?" A certain smell helped answer her question.

Rainbow Dash was now beet-red in the face, sweating bullets and hyperventilating; her anxiety only adding to her stress. "It's so hot..." She panted, tears welling up in her eyes all over again. "This heat, it's too much!" Her voice wavered in distress, shivering as if there was a draft. "Help me, Spitfire. Please...help me..."

Spitz felt so terrible, perhaps even more so than Rainbow Dash's nervous breakdown some two weeks ago. As much as she wanted to "help" Dash with her estrus, she had self control and knew much better than to simply throw herself at the young Pegasus. Thoughts buzzed around her head like hornets in a soup can for what seemed like hours until she felt a shining lightbulb appear over her head in epiphany. The eco-friendly kind of lightbulb, mind you.

The captain got back on her hooves and made her way towards Rainbow's bathroom door, which was to the immediate right of her bed. Opening the door just wide enough to slide a foreleg through, Spitfire's hoof blindly groped against the wall on the other side before coming across a hard, plastic nub; which she promptly flicked downwards. Shielding her darkness-widened retinas from the sudden burst of white light, the golden girl fixed her eyes towards the hexagon-tiled floor until her eyes acclimated to the brilliance of the recessed florescent lights, which carved an argent tower of luminescence onto the far side of the bedroom.

Maybe letting Thunderlane select the replacement bulbs at the hardware store last week was a mistake after all...

Catching her reflection in the mirror with her peripheral vision, Spitfire stopped to take a look at herself in front of the medicine cabinet. And boy, did she look like a trainwreck! Her eyes had dark brown shadows under them from near-sleepless nights spent tossing and turning and thinking about Rainbow Dash, their whites stained with a subtle shade of light pink. Her pumpkin-hued hair, once barbed and wind-slicked like the fire of her namesake, looked battered, matted and frazzled like she'd been electrocuted. Her soft yellow cheeks and petite muzzle still preserved her sex appeal, but they were powerless to save her from looking like a stay-at-home mother who hadn't had her morning coffee yet.

Spitfire let out a heavy, ragged sigh. "What in Equestria am I even doing?" She said to herself, quietly enough so Dash wouldn't hear. "I'm losing sleep over wanting to sleep with Rainbow Dash. At this rate, I may as well retire to a cave in the Appleoosan Alps and subsist off of pebbles and raw fish like some hermit. What am I to do?" She scratched her chin before another idea came to her head. "Ah, of course! Cadence has plenty of sex and dating seminars when she's in town. Maybe I can ask her if there are any kind of 'high-flying' techniques I can teach Dash..." A devilish smile crept onto her face. "Yeah, that'll work. I'll just tell Dash I'm running errands and she'll be none the wiser!" She paused, realizing what she just said. "Come to think of it...why am I hiding my feelings from her? And why do I get the feeling I'm just going in circles? Oh well..."

A few minutes later, Spitfire returned with a cool, damp washcloth from the bathroom clamped firmly in her teeth. Rainbow Dash's distressed frown melted into a creamy smirk of contentment as she felt the cold towel wick away her seasonal heat; like crawling into a tub full of ice water in the Appleoosan Desert at high noon. A barely-audible "thank you" escaped the heated mare's lips.

"How about this, Rainbow Dash," Proposed Spitfire. "Princess Cadence is in town for the upcoming Running of The Rutting festival in the next two weeks and I was thinking of seeing if she had or knew of anything that could help you out with your estrus, is that okay with you?"

Dash gave only an affirmative nod and a smile in response.

"Good to know." Said Spitfire. As she watched her slumbering partner, curled up in a fetal position and slowly regaining her composure, she could not restrain herself from gently lifting up her washcloth and giving her a light kiss on the forehead before trotting out her door and heading back to sleep in her own bed. After the door creaked shut and the captain was gone from her room, Rainbow Dash smiled ear-to-ear as she slept, soon falling into a sweet, sweet dream about the two mares learning new techniques in mid-air.

A dream that made her thighs very, very wet.