Rising High 2: On Golden Wings

Chapter 2

Spitfire smiled as Rainbow Dash squeed in delight yet again at something she said on the leisurely flight home. Her new home, she thought, with who was possibly her number one fan as her landlord. Spitfire of course remembered Dash not only as the winner of the Best Young Flier competition last year, but as a heroine of Equestria, and as… a pony who had caught her when she had been in one of her ‘moods’ after practice. Spitfire flushed at the thought. It had been rather spur-of-the-moment, in all reality. Sometimes after exerting herself for a long amount of time, Spitfire got the hots something fierce. This had lead to a lot of shower-clopping over the years of her career as a military pony and professional athlete, and Dash hadn’t been the first to catch her when she was in this mood… heck, Soarin’ and her had done the deed more times then what was usually considered the norm for coworkers (granted, the norm was ‘zero,’ but the point was they had screwed in the locker room more than just once), but their relationship never really got anywhere. Soarin’ was a nice guy, but he was a little too goofy for Spitfire’s tastes, and she was a little too serious for him. They had come to a mutual understanding that while they might share a special moment from time to time, it wouldn’t mean much in the long run.

Spitfire glanced over at Rainbow Dash again though, while they flew, as the multicolor pony laughed at some joke. Dash looked good, no questions about that, what with her interesting coloration, practiced movements in flight that Spitfire noticed and admired, the taunt muscles and flanks of a pony who cared about her fitness, and even though she was a bit of a fan-filly, some of whom Spitfire couldn’t stand, she was different. She obviously looked up to Spitfire, but the race to city hall had been a test, and she had passed with flying colors. Pun intended, Spitfire chuckled to herself.

Most fans would have balked at the offer to race their heroine, but Dash jumped at the chance. Dash could talk to Spitfire on her level, once she got over the fact that Spitfire was a Wonderbolt, and she wasn’t afraid of her like some fans were. Add to that the fact that they had… Spitfire could see something coming from that, perhaps. When she had seen Dash’s name in the paper about the space for rent, and in such a convenient location too, she had decided to take a chance and try living with her. She hadn’t expected such a big house though… it was entirely within the realm of possibility that Spitfire and Dash could live there with minimal contact with each other. This was, Spitfire decided, a good thing. She loved company as much as any other pony, but having some space to call her own is ideal, especially if she wanted to do something that Dash didn’t really have any business knowing about. This was the final nail in the coffin that made the decision easy for Spitfire to make, and within the hour, she was paying Dash first and last month’s rent, tendering the security deposit, and making moving arrangements with the Boxy Brown shipping company.

A few days later, and final arrangements had finally been made. It was moving day for Spitfire. The Boxy Brown shipping service had delivered her stuff from her old home to Dash’s house expertly and without any problems, for which she was grateful. There were some delicate and treasured items in those boxes, everything from her own trophies and medals won as a Wonderbolt, her mother’s wedding dress and other things of value, all the way to her first ever little plastic trophy that she won for taking second place in an elementary school talent contest. That small event had awoken her desire for excellence, and while she didn’t get her cutie mark from that event like she had hoped, it had given her the inspiration to do the very best she could possibly do in all things.

“Alright, Miss Spitfire, that’s everything. You sure you don’t want us to move this stuff inside for ya?” Boxy Brown asked, his stallions moving the last of her boxes off of the cart and onto the front porch of Rainbow Dash’s place. “We offer that service, ya know.”

“I know. I’d rather just get everything inside and unpacked all at once, and I can do that better myself. Plus…” Spitfire slapped Dash, who was standing next to her with an excited grin on her face, on the flank with her wing, causing her to blush. “I have this one here to help me out, right landlady?” Spitfire winked.

“Y-yeah! We’ll get those boxes taken care of in ten seconds flat!” Rainbow Dash said, perhaps just a bit too loudly.

Boxy grunted. Mares. “Whatever you say, ladies. Alright, gents, pack it in, we’re headed out!” he ordered the other movers, and within moments, they were gone.

“Well, you excited?” Spitfire asked. Dash nodded, her eyes sparkling, and Spitfire laughed. “So am I, c’mon! Let’s get my stuff in my new room and get everything put together! I can’t wait ‘till I can call this place home!”

“You got it! Neither can I!” Dash replied, hefting the first box she could grab between her hooves and zipping as fast as she could inside, to the room Spitfire had chosen to take as her own. Dash had been surprised that Spitfire had decided to take the bedroom only one door down from her own room… then again, it was the most convenient room in relation to the rest of the house, and it made moving her stuff in easier.

Spitfire caught up, carrying her own box. “Careful, Dash, don’t take things too quickly. I know you’re a speed demon, but some things need to be taken slowly… especially carrying boxes of my stuff.”

“Oh! Sorry…” Dash said, looking down and scuffing her hoof as Spitfire set her box down.

“That’s alright, come help me with one of the bigger ones, alright? We’ll get everything inside, and then I’ll set it all up. You can help me with that too, if you like.” Spitfire said.

“Would I ever!” Rainbow Dash sounded perhaps a bit too eager as she followed the Wonderbolt back to the porch.

They spent the next forty-five minuets hauling all of Spitfire’s numerous things, boxes, and furniture into the house, arranging the furniture in her room and getting Spitfire’s fitness equipment set up in one of the empty storage rooms, which Spitfire was converting into an in-house gym. Rainbow Dash was excited about that one, because she would be allowed to use it whenever she wanted, and who didn’t want to use the greatest Wonderbolt of all time’s fitness equipment? After moving a particularly heavy sofa that Spitfire had purchased in Ponyville, as well as the heavy fitness equipment, both ponies had worked up quite a sweat. Wiping her forehead, Spitfire said, “Alright… I think I need a drink. Woo! Moving is hard work, huh?”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Dash replied, already headed towards the kitchen for a glass of water. Spitfire followed. She could smell Dash as she walked behind her… a musky scent of a pegasus mare hard at work… Spitfire shivered, and her wings shifted a little as she shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Walking behind Dash didn’t help, though… her flanks were lathered, toned, and really, really sexy… Spitfire’s mind kept drifting to the Grand Air Show, and what had happened after practice that day…

“Cups are in this cupboard… you okay?” Dash said as they arrived in the kitchen.

Spitfire blushed. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. Better than fine. I feel great!” She grinned and flared her wings, stretching them out and leaving them unfolded. They were starting to feel a little uncomfortable while folded… a sure sign of arousal, just like usual after physical exertion, Spitfire thought. Usually a cold shower or a quick clop was the remedy to a predicament she had faced often as an athlete. She hoped a glass of cold water would help a little… at least until they were finished moving her stuff into the house.

“Ahh!” Rainbow Dash sighed as she took a drink, offering a cup to Spitfire. “I’m excited about that workout room, you know?” she said. “You don’t mind if I use it from time to time, do you?”

Spitfire’s mind put forth unbidden images of Dash lifting wing weights… running on the treadmill… stretching around the flexibility pole… oh yes, the pole… Spitfire blushed even more as she gulped down the water as fast as she could, clearly flustered. “No! No, of course not! We could even work out together…”

Spitfire flattened her ears at the ensuing squee from Rainbow Dash, who was obviously excited at the prospect of working out with her, as expected. What wasn’t expected though was the hug that Dash attacked Spitfire with, wrapping her hooves around Spitfire’s neck and practically shouting, “Thank you! Thank you! Ohh, this is so cool!”

“Heh, easy there, hot stuff.” Spitfire mumbled as a shiver shook its way up her spine. “Let’s, uh, get the rest of my stuff in, nothing more but light boxes now, right? I’m pretty sure they go to my room.”

Rainbow Dash let go, smiling at being called ‘hot stuff.’ She was a little naive, but not as moronic as Applejack liked to insinuate from time to time. She could tell that Spitfire was in dire straights, especially from the raging erect wings she was sporting. She was a little nervous though… did Spitfire actually want her, or was she just getting excited over the new place to live. While wingboners were most commonly caused by arousal, sometimes they just happened as part of a natural bloodflow cycle, or other reasons having to do with moods other than amorousness. It wasn’t always a sure shot, was the thing, as quite a few stallions and mares have learned in many a barroom escapade (especially because intoxication can also cause wingboners, but sex could be the last thing on the inebriated pegasi’s mind). In any case, while Rainbow Dash loved the idea of… having a good time with Spitfire again, she wasn’t sure whether she should bring up the topic or not. So she trotted nervously behind Spitfire’s swishing tail as they gathered the last of the boxes from the porch, moving them into Spitfire’s new room.

“Whew! Finally finished.” Spitfire said, wiping more sweat from her brow. Her musky scent assaulted Dash’s senses, causing her own wings to loosen themselves at her sides, slowly rising. Dash snorted. “Hm? What’s up?” Spitfire asked.

“Oh! Uhh… nothing…” Dash said, rubbing her fetlock with her hoof, highly conscious of her wings, attempting to keep them in line, with moderate success. “Just… thinking…”

“About the Grand Air Show?” Spitfire asked, deciding to make the first move. She couldn’t stand how cute Dash was looking right now, blushing and trying to keep her wings down. On cue, Dash’s wings shot up and her face turned as pink as her eyes. “To tell the truth… that’s what I’ve been thinking about for the past few minutes.” Spitfire sidled up to Dash’s side, whipping her tail in front of Dash’s nose, the final nail in the coffin for the Best Young Flier’s composure. “I remember that that was one of the best air show’s I’ve flown in a while…”

“Uh huh…” Dash moaned, wings pointing to the ceiling, her own tail whipping around restlessly. “You were… great. The best!”

“You know… I’ve always gone for what I wanted in life, Rainbow Dash.” Spitfire said, now standing behind her. “You do the same, don’t you? From what I’ve heard of your exploits as an Element of Harmony… you’re pretty impressive.”

Dash felt like she should be getting used to freaking out at what Spitfire said, at this point, it was happening so often. She whipped her tail unconsciously in Spitfire’s direction, wafting her scent over to the Wonderbolt captain. “M-me? I mean… yeah, I suppose, when you think about it…” she said nervously.

Spitfire inhaled Dash’s scent like a drug, her eyes fluttering. “So Dash…” Spitfire said. “You want to… go at it again? Like before the air show?” she asked, tossing all pretenses aside.

Dash squeaked, and nodded, unable to speak. She looked behind her at Spitfire, whose half-lidded eyes glowed with an intensity that made Dash shudder. She was looking at Dash’s flanks… specifically what was waiting between them…

Spitfire trotted forward, pushing Dash with her wing to the bed they had set up just a little while before. “Alright, sweetie, lay down, I’ve got to… thank you, for allowing me into your home.” Dash flopped down on Spitfire’s bed, blushing as her legs were opened up by Spitfire’s hooves, revealing her soaking wet slit to the musty, mare-scented air. Spitfire nuzzled her inner thighs with her nose, causing Dash to shiver with excitement, and groan in anticipation.

“Unnnnn… Spitfire…” Dash said, scooting towards Spitfire’s snout as it explored her nether regions. “S-stop teasing…”

“Ohh? Getting bossy huh? We learned a little from last time, hm?” Spitfire looked up at Dash, grinning mischievously.

“I… actually…” Dash muttered, steeling herself. “Last time was… one of the best days of my life… I’ve been dreaming about that morning ever since then…”

Spitfire smiled at Rainbow Dash, usually so brash and bold, now a blushing, shrinking filly who was embarrassed at wanting her hero’s snout between her legs. It was just too cute to bear. Spitfire gently placed a hoof on Dash’s mouth, silencing her, and licked a long, slow line up Dash’s marehood.

Dash groaned, flames of arousal flaring between her legs at the contact of Spitfire’s warm, moist tongue. Her groan turned into a high-pitched squeak, however, when Spitfire suddenly wrapped her lips around Dash’s clit, flicking her tongue on and around the sensitive nub repeatedly, causing Dash’s hooves to twitch helplessly in the air as Spitfire had her way with her. “Eeeeee… S-Spitfire…!” Dash tried to say something, but was lost in the intense electric feelings erupting through her crotch.

Spitfire hummed, buzzing Rainbow Dash’s clit with vibrations as her tongue surrounded it, determined to bring her new landlord to greater heights then before. Dash’s legs kicked as she screamed and bit her lip, clenching her eyes tight and propping herself up on rock-hard wings. She was thrusting into Spitfire’s snout, blind to all but the feelings Spitfire was bringing her. Dash felt a hoof touch her, the tip folding back her marehood’s lips as Spitfire continued to flick her clit with her tongue. She looked down, seeing Spitfire starting to press the tip of her hoof inside her, as her own eyes were closed, her mouth wide open, and the tip of her tongue whipping back and forth, and each time it contacted Dash’s nub, it sent a bolt of pleasure straight to her brain. Dash spread her legs wider as Spitfire’s hoof drove deeper… she was being constantly assaulted by the Wonderbolt’s moist tongue, and wanted her hoof inside of her, she needed, needed something inside of her, her inner walls clenched and begged for something to grip onto.

Spitfire’s exploring hoof slid past the soaking wet threshold to Dash’s tunnel, making a wet sliding noise as it stretched Dash further then she had ever stretched before.

“NNNGAAA!” Dash cried out, falling down onto the bed, arching her back, and thrusting onto the invading hoof, everything lost to her as orgasm racked her body, her hind legs quivering around Spitfire’s head as Spitfire lapped up the juices pouring forth from around her hoof. Spitfire felt Rainbow Dash’s inner walls clench and wrestle with her hoof, making it hard to move around. With a little tug, Spitfire twitched her hoof inside Dash, eliciting another loud scream of pleasure as a second orgasm crashed into her like a thunderstorm of endorphins.

“SPITFIRE!” Dash was able to say this time. “Spitfire! Spi… ire…” Dash moaned, out of breath as she collapsed onto the bed. Spitfire slowly removed her hoof, leaving behind a cavernous opening between Dash’s lewdly spread legs. She licked her lips, Dash’s juices dribbling off her chin, and crawled up Dash’s body, drawing her into a deep kiss, which Dash returned with equal passion, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths and sharing the tastes of Dash.

Spitfire stopped for a breath, then dived in again, making out with Rainbow Dash with wild abandon, Dash responding as best she could. Dash reached over Spitfire’s shoulder and rubbed her hooves up and down the length of Spitfire’s wings, which shuddered under her touch. Spitfire moaned into Dash’s mouth, pressing her body onto Dash and giving her better access to her wings. Dash felt a wetness pressing into her thigh as Spitfire thrust against it.

Running her hooves back and forth along Spitfire’s wings, their mouths continuing to lock, their tongues writhing and wrestling, sweat, moisture, and groans shared between them, Dash was wrapped in a warmth, a feeling that she hadn’t felt before, even at the Grand Air Show… it was… a feeling… of belonging. Of how things should be.

If there was any pony Dash wanted to share this special feeling with, it was the one entwined with her right now. What had happened up until now had been… something like lustful fulfillment. It was good, great even. This feeling… was different though. Rainbow Dash didn’t fully understand it at this moment, but she had fallen in love.

A surge of energy flowed through Rainbow Dash, and she rolled over, putting Spitfire’s back to the bed as she broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting the two ponies panting tongues. They lay still for a second, catching their breath. This exertion, combined with the hard work of moving heavy furniture and boxes, had left both ponies exhausted.

“R-Rainbow… Dash…” Spitfire said, running her hoof along Dash’s cheek, and smiling.

Dash nuzzled her head under Spitfire’s neck, cuddling up with her, kissing her neck and working her way down to her chest. Her belly. Running her hooves around Spitfire’s cutie-marks, Dash licked the sweat from Spitfire’s inner thighs, the blooming petals of the Wonderbolt’s flower spread open and glistening. Still catching her breath, Dash lapped at Spitfire’s slit, eliciting moans and groans from the Wonderbolt, who put her hooves on top of Dash’s head and pushed her snout deeper into her marehood. “H-harder! Faster!” Spitfire said, the fire in her loins at an all-time peak, needing fulfillment from the younger pegasus.

Rainbow Dash complied, diving deep into Spitfire’s tunnel, enveloping her slit with her entire mouth, and forcing her tongue into Spitfire’s depths. Spitfire’s muscles flexed and pulsed around Dash’s exploring tongue, pounding up against it, pulling it deeper, as deep as Dash could possibly stick her tongue out. She tried flicking it up and down, she wanted to satisfy Spitfire as much as she had satisfied her… Dash was less experienced then Spitfire, though. Spitfire still felt fantastic, the feelings in her loins rising up with every subtle motion of Dash’s mouth. She was extra sensitive due to all the exertion she had done today, and groaned as Dash hummed, her tongue pulsing back and forth inside her as fast as she could.

Dash’s teeth grazed Spitfire’s clit, and Spitfire cried out in shock, her eyes flying wide open. It felt like being hit with a lightning bolt, minus the pain of electric shock. Seeing this, Dash did it again, brushing up against the Wonderbolt’s clit with her front teeth. Spitfire thrust into them, the hard surface causing her oversensitive nub to burst with pleasure. Dash then extricated her tongue from Spitfire’s depths, and wrapped her lips around it, like Spitfire had done to her, flicking at it with her tongue.

Spitfire thrust savagely against Rainbow Dash’s mouth, a long, low moan constantly emerging from her throat, rising higher, and higher, and higher until its pitch matched that of Dash’s squeaks. Fluids burst forth from Spitfire’s slit as her orgasm came forth, which Dash eagerly licked up, each time her tongue came into contact with Spitfire’s loins causing her to twitch and squeak, waving her hooves in the air helplessly.

Dash continued to lap at Spitfire’s crotch, enjoying the sounds she was making, until she realized that she had continued lapping and sucking at her, but her breathing had evened out, and she wasn’t making much noise anymore. Dash looked up, and realized that Spitfire had fallen asleep, exhausted. Once she saw this, Dash couldn’t help but yawn herself, tiredness dragging her eyes closed as sleep took her as well, cuddling up against Spitfire’s crotch, wrapped in the warmth of the area between her hind legs.

“G’night… S..fire…” Dash yawned. “W… welcome home…”

Morning came far too quick for both of the ponies sharing Spitfire’s bed the following day. Rainbow Dash woke up first, her head still resting between Spitfire’s thighs. Dash yawned, and inhaled deeply. This turned out to be a mistake… both ponies simply reeked of perspiration. While Dash enjoyed the musky scent of hard work as much as the next pony (especially since the next pony in this case was Spitfire), day-old dried sweat and sex-fluids were not the friendliest of scents to wake up to… even if some ponies might describe that smell as a job well done. Regardless, Dash carefully got up, successfully leaving Spitfire undisturbed in her slumber, and extricated herself from the fragrant room.

“Whew…” Dash sighed, taking a breath of fresh air. “I need a shower… a real one, not just a flight through a wet cloud.” She muttered to herself… then thought about that feeling last night. Spitfire had gone to great lengths to please her… and while Dash had tried, she still didn’t feel quite as worthy of the Wonderbolt’s affections. Did Spitfire even like her, or was she just using her for some quick sexual release? Dash blushed on the way to her bathroom, last night had been… amazing. More so than the Grand Air Show, she thought. At the air show, she had just had fun. It was amazing, but there hadn’t been any sort of sense of real commitment. Now… Spitfire was living with her, for Pete’s sake! Dash felt a welling in her chest that hadn’t been there yesterday as she thought about the possibility of Spitfire just using her for convenience. She wanted Spitfire to love her… like the love Dash was sure she had for her herself.

Dash shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts as the shower’s water coursed it’s way through her mane and fur, cleansing the sticky fluids and sweat from her sleek body. She wasn’t quite used to thinking of other ponies this way… she hadn’t really felt for much of anypony since high school… the closest she had gotten to anypony was her friends like Applejack or Pinkie Pie. Pinkie Pie was too silly for her romantic tastes, though, and Applejack far, far too focused on work. Dash giggled to herself. “I have romantic tastes now? Since when?” she sighed. “I need to get my head clear, Spitfire likes me, otherwise she wouldn’t have slept with me. Duh.”

Right?

Author’s Note: Woo, clop chapter! And before I even published chapter one too… that means double chapter publishing time! In any case, I’m just going to keep riding this idea out till it ends, which means more Spitfire/Dash for all of you! If you have any thoughts or suggestions, go ahead and leave ‘em in the comments!

Again, thanks to Shimmercoat for his big help with this and all my chapters. I’d be at a loss without the guy, really. (psst, go check out his story too guys! It’s not bad, I swear (and I’m serious)!