Hybrid Rainbow

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...