Hybrid Rainbow

"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.