Hybrid Rainbow

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...