Endurance Training

"Soarin, I don't give a damn! I specifically said that I didn't want any visitors!" shouted Spitfire, shooting daggers at the meek Soarin. This was the fourth time that week that ponies had been sent up to her room, and it was wearing thin. They were all young mares, desperate to get the autograph of the esteemed Spitfire, captain of the prestigious Wonderbolts. Hah, as if a scrawled name on a piece of paper was worth anything. "Look Soarin, just make sure I have tonight to myself, ok? Go... eat a pie or something."

"Hey, I have plenty of other interests outside eating pies!" Soarin protested, staring down the plush hallway at his boss.

"Oh yeah, like what?" Spitfire teased, causing the big blue stallion to blush. The entire team knew about his crush on that farmer he'd met at the Gala, but he'd never had the balls to introduce himself. "Go on Soarin, go get some down time. I don't need you making my life any busier at the the moment, ok? Tell the others that I'm not to be disturbed tonight. I was playing cards with Fleetfoot two nights ago, I went swimming with you and Rapidfire last night, and I intend to get a good night's sleep tonight. Clear?"

"As crystal, captain. I'll go and clear your appointments, I guess," the pegasus grumbled, trotting back down the hallway. At last, she could spend some time alone without the others constantly wanting her attention or sending fans up to her. What was the deal with sending fanfillies up to her quarters at night, anyway? Granted, she was usually too busy to sign them during the day, but she still needed some downtime.

A bright flash temporarily dazed her, which was quickly followed up by the deep rumbling of thunder. She grinned, cantering over to the window and watching the lightning arc down, accompanying the torrential rain pounding against the glass. It was at times like these when she'd do anything to be cuddled up in bed next to her special somepony, but she usually made do with a pillow. Pillows were comfortable that way. There were a few stallions, and even a mare or two, that Spitfire had her eye on. However, in such an esteemed organisation as the Wonderbolts, she had to focus on her job and her training. Unless they were willing to make the first move, she was in a bit of a bad situation.

Spitfire sighed, pushing the door to her luxurious room open with one hoof. The smell of fresh flowers wafted over her, making her muzzle wrinkle in delight. She loved fresh flowers, and the cleaners must've realised that. Her single flower vase had remained empty for a few weeks now. The room was sparsely decorated, unlike those of her fellow 'Bolts. She didn't care for massive posters or stands filled with trophies. For her, the perfect room was a place of tranquility and security.

Rather than trotting straight over to her bed, Spitfire paused. They'd spent the day doing endurance training, flying between Cloudsdale and Canterlot for hours on end. Her wings were still tense with strain, and her legs weren't doing much better. It had been a pretty turbulent flight. "A bath!" she decided happily, trotting over to her gargantuan en-suite bathroom. She could take care of anything else later; this time was Spitfire time.

As the hot, foamy water began to collect in the bath, Spitfire stripped out of her Wonderbolts flight suit, before stretching with a small, cute moan. Her wings were in agony, but it was no worse than she'd faced in previous training sessions. A pegasus' body could only be pushed so far, and they were training damn close to the limit. She dumped the uniform in a wash-bin, casting an eye at her wardrobe packed full of them. Well, that was the only wardrobe her flight partners knew about. Her other was more... personal.

Another echo of thunder shook the room, momentarily shocking her. She was more on edge than she had thought. Usually thunder and lightning made her feel cosy in the warmth of her own room, but not tonight. What had her on edge? She was in her own, private quarters, about to take a relaxing bath. Hmph. Probably just the stress of the day catching up with her.

She shut the faucet off, looking wearily at the steaming bath. 'Well, no sense in hanging around!' she thought happily, sliding a foreleg into the silky water. As she relaxed into the water, her wings gradually began to lose some of their tension. She lay there, wet mane covering her face, as the stress ebbed out of her exhausted body. This was the first time she'd been able to relax on her own in over a week, thanks to her oft-packed schedule. She'd always kept Fridays as her special day, though, and she most certainly wouldn't let her schedule get in the way of that.

There was something missing, though. Normally a long soak would be enough to make her relaxed, but she was still jumpy and alert. A day of dodging thunderheads at high altitude would do that to a mare. A thought crossed her mind, before being stamped down, before springing up again. She was alone in her room, after all, and it wasn't exactly unheard of for mares to take some time to themselves in the absence of a stallion. Her hoof began to wander as she reflected on this, smiling naughtily. She hadn't done this for a while, but it wasn't easy to forget.

Her wings twitched, growing tenser again at the arousal. Within seconds, they were pressed up against the sides of the bath, almost painfully rigid. She raised one hoof to massage the sorest one, sending a buzz of pleasure through her body. Her wings were sensitive, and it had always been a slight irritation. She couldn't last as long as her fellow Wonderbolts when flying, but she could almost reach Mach speeds thanks to her lightning-quick acceleration.

Her mind began to wander again, thinking about her schedule for the week. Spitfire jolted slightly as her hoof reached her sensitive marehood, sending a shiver up her spine and surprising her with her own determination. She hadn't even noticed her hoof working it's way down her wet, silky body. Yes, she definitely needed this. After a few seconds of careful deliberation, she lowered her hoof back onto her submerged slit, rubbing it with a gentle touch. The water above her hoof rippled, and she tried to maintain as much speed over her mound as possible without splashing water everywhere. Perhaps the bath wasn't the best place to do this...

Still, she was in her own personal bath, and the nearest Wonderbolt would be two hallways away. She picked up the speed and intensity, moaning and squeaking with delight. Ok, there was definitely water splashing out of the bath, but she didn't care. The familiar warmth was beginning to grow between her legs, and she could feel the buzz beginning to work it's way through her system. She grew more adventurous with the hoof, tracing lines between her swollen lips while maintaining the lightning-fast speeds over her sensitive nub.

"Uhh," Spitfire moaned, stretching out in the bath. Her wings were rock-solid, poking out of the bathtub and dripping water onto the floor. She needed the release, or her wings would shatter from the tension. Her back arched, further exposing her delicate marehood to her ferocious hoof. Now that she was partly out of the water, she could feel the warmth of the supple skin against her hoof. Water continued to slosh out of the bathtub as she thrust her hips towards the hoof, trying to push her hoof against the wet, silky slit.

Hooves. Hoofsteps. She could hear somepony walking through the room towards the bathroom. 'Oh shit!' she thought desperately, lowering herself back into the water and trying to move the hoof away from her tingling vagina. Too late. She'd recognise that distinctive mane anywhere.

"Spitfire! Are you ok? I heard you thrashing around in here and I tho-" a mare stammered, poking her head through the doorway. She fell silent as she noticed the famous Wonderbolt lying in the tub, hoof wedged between her legs and a furious blush crossing her face.

Rainbow's wings shot out with a soft pomf.

Soarin was going to die for this. He was going to die painfully. "Rainbow! Who the hell let you in? Why the fuck are you in my personal quarters at this time? What the hell are you even doing in Cloudsdale, anyway!"

Rainbow was lost for words. Apparently seeing her favourite Wonderbolt furiously clopping in a bathtub was enough to stun even her into speechlessness. "I... uh... Soarin..."

"Soarin," Spitfire hissed. The furious mare leapt out of the bathtub, quickly rubbing her mane off with a towel before trying to find an appropriate uniform to kick Soarin into the next generation. Rainbow was still stood in the doorway, wings at full mast, as she watched the enraged mare fling clothes out of the wardrobe. From this angle, she could still see Spitfire's swollen marehood poking out from behind her tail, a glimpse of pink against her vivid orange coat.

"Umm, Spitfire?" she squeaked, trying to catch her attention. Spitfire was a mare on a mission, however, so Rainbow raised her voice. "Spitfire!"

"What?" Spitfire said icily, noting Rainbow's still-erect wings. Rainbow gulped. Her next sentence would either fulfil every fantasy she'd ever dreamt up, or ruin her chances at becoming a Wonderbolt forever. After another glimpse of that tiny, swollen nub, Rainbow shakily made her choice.

"I... I could always helpyoufinishoff!" she squeaked quietly, trying her best to look like she wasn't dying on the inside. Spitfire blushed again, turning to face Rainbow. Spitfire had always thought Rainbow rather cute, but this? Her mind and her marehood were arguing in her mind. On the one hoof, she had an attractive, athletic mare willing to give her the release she needed. On the other...

"Oh, buck it," Spitfire moaned, trotting over towards Rainbow. She dumped the crumpled Wonderbolts uniform at her hooves, exposing her still-wet body. Rainbow looked like she was going to pass out, being this close to her lifelong idol. "So, I guess I should do something to reward such... honesty, eh?" Spitfire slowly circled Rainbow, examining her from all angles. "Well, I just had a bath, but it looks like you could do with some cleaning up!" she giggled, noticing Rainbow's slick, moist cunt. Spitfire teased the pegasus by flicking her tail against Rainbow's face, leading her over towards the plush double bed.

Rainbow was still in a state of shock, but trotted mutely over to the bed. Her wings were fully erect, making Spitfire's job harder. How could she expect to lead the mare onto her bed if her wings were in the way? "Rainbooow, are you there? Come on, it's no fun if only one of us is doing the talking," Spitfire murmured, running a hoof against the pegasus' flank.

"Sorry Spitfire, I'm... this is a bit sudden," Rainbow giggled nervously, before returning the hoof-rub. Spitfire responded by kissing the mare on the lips, a darting peck that brought warmth back to Rainbow's nethers. "I've never actually been with a mare before, so I'm really, really sorry if I ca-"

Spitfire raised a hoof to Rainbow's lips, before replacing the hoof with her own. "Relax. I haven't done it with a mare either. I've... kinda... always wanted to, but being a 'Bolt keeps you so busy that you can't dabble in that kind of thing."

Rainbow smiled shyly, before perking up a bit. "Yeah, we'll make this night worth remembering! I mean, it can't be that hard, can it? I'm sure I'll pick it up soon, especially if I have..." Rainbow looked slyly at Spitfire's exposed cunt, "the right motivation," she finished eagerly, casting another glance at her dripping marehood. "Do you want me to start, or do you?"

"Come on Dash, you know how stressful it is being a 'Bolt. I've been waiting for this all week, and I would have been finished by now if you hadn't interrupted me," she smiled, pushing Rainbow onto the bed with a gentle hoof. "Still, I can't just leave all those... juices between your legs, and I'd love to get a taste," she finished breathily, gently pushing Rainbow onto the bed. The cerulean mare wriggled up the bed, giving Spitfire enough space to crawl up next to her. Well, aside from the fact that she wasn't crawling towards her... "Spitfire, what're you- oh!" Rainbow moaned, as Spitfire's head dipped between her open legs.

She started off by licking the mare's inner thigh, making her moan cutely with pleasure. If this was how she was acting to a few kisses near her marehood, how would she do when Spitfire went all-out? A grin crossed her lips, sending another tingle of pleasure through her erect wings. The pegasus followed up the licks by running her tongue against Rainbow's tight flaps, tasting the fluid seeping out of the pink tunnel. She was having almost as much fun as she imagined Rainbow was having, exploring another mare's vagina at her own pace.

Spitfire spread her hindlegs, exposing her warm, swollen marehood to the world as she gently sucked Rainbow's clit. The cool breeze went some way towards providing relief, though she was still considering sending a hoof down there to ease the lustful aching. Her tongue lovingly lapped up the juices flowing from within Rainbow, making her even hornier from the taste. The delicious fluid reminded her of exotic fruits, the tangy flavour making her tongue tingle with delight. Rainbow moaned again, thrusting her mound into Spitfire's face. Spitfire responded by increasing the speed of her tongue rubbing up against the swollen flaps, before sliding into Rainbow's sodden slit.

"Umpf, Spitfire," Rainbow squealed cutely, as the Wonderbolt tried her best to slide her tongue into Rainbow's warm tunnel, feeling the stickiness of her own muzzle as she ferociously lapped up every last drop of the heavenly nectar. Rainbow was writhing with delight, desperately humping Spitfire's face as she tried to get herself off. She could feel her tongue moving deeper into Rainbow, taking the time to explore every crease and groove in search of the delicious juice.

"Rainbow, if I'd known you tasted this good before, I'd have made my move sooner!" Spitfire moaned, before plunging her face back between Rainbow's flanks. Rainbow's panting and moans rose in pitch and volume, her face scrunching up as she ground her delicate clitoris into Spitfire's mouth, desperate for the eagerly-awaited climax. If this was what Rainbow tasted like, what did her own pussy juice taste of? She'd never been adventurous to taste it, though Rainbow was certain to give her plenty of feedback.

The cute moans coming from the mare above her send aches of lustful pain through her aching slit, demanding some kind of satisfaction. 'I'm sure she won't mind if I take care of my own needs for a while, not that she has much choice,' she thought slyly, sliding a hoof between her own hind legs. The relief she felt made her tongue slow down for a few seconds as she moaned longingly into Rainbow's dripping tunnel. "H-having fun down th-there, Spitz?" Rainbow laughed breathily, speeding up the thrusts against her idol's sticky face. Spitfire moaned in agreement, sending her tongue plunging back into the sweet, tangy hole.

Rainbow's pants became more erratic, her breathing more ragged and the thrusts more disjointed. "Spi-Spitfire, I can't. I'm go-going to..."

"Not so fast, hotshot. You're not getting off that easily!" the Wonderbolt giggled, wiping her muzzle off with one foreleg. Dash just slumped back, coated in her own sweat and juices, panting with content. Spitfire planted a small kiss on her exposed clit, making the mare shudder with pleasure. "I'll give you a few minutes to cool off then," she conceded, trotting over towards the tiny balcony. Behind her, she heard a small squeal of assent, before the sound of a head slumping into a pillow. Spitfire could deal with that. It wasn't every day that she ate out her biggest fan.

The Wonderbolt unlocked the balcony door, trotting out onto the balcony unsteadily. The burning between her legs was almost unbearable, but the freezing downpour of rain could help. The slight haze behind her indicated some freaky unicorn magic, some spell that kept the onslaught of rain out of the plush room. Giggling, she flicked her mane and tail around, letting them become saturated with water again. Rainbow seemed to like her mane wet, and it'd be a shame to disappoint her.

The freezing rain trickled down the back of her thighs, running across her swollen, enflamed marehood. She sighed with relief, feeling the cool liquid washing away the sticky mess that had grown while she had been eating out Rainbow. Spitfire slumped into a wet deckchair. Tonight had been, and was going to be, one of the most surreal moments of her life. Hell, Rainbow wasn't even her marefriend. They'd been driven together by mutual lust, admiration and opportunity. She was secretly thankful for Soarin sending the young mare up to her room, even if she hadn't been expected.

Spitfire paused, looking down at the sticky mess between her legs. She had always wondered what her own juices tasted like, but she'd never been adventurous enough to try. One hoof tentatively lowered down to her crotch, scooping up some of the sticky fluid. Would it be powerful and arousing, like Rainbow's, or just regular ol' flavourless pussy juice? It certainly smelt delicious; the aroma reminded her of the ozone-rich skies of her youth. Great, her cunt smelt like a thunderstorm. Well, it could be worse.

The mare shamefully, yet excitedly, raised the sticky mess to her lips. She couldn't tell if she was aroused or weirded out. A quick, tentative taste sent a shiver of satisfaction through her. It tasted like... something spicy, something that made the mouth tingle with warmth. She could still taste the tangy notes of Rainbow's fluids in her mouth, and the two complemented each other perfectly.

"Hey, Spitz? Up for round two?" Rainbow called silkily from the bedroom. Well, Rainbow had obviously started to enjoy herself, after the awkwardness of discovering her idol... pleasuring herself in a bathtub. A wide smile crossed her lips, and her nethers began to ache once more with the familiar longing for a helping hoof or tongue. As she trotted back through the shimmering air, Rainbow let out a small gasp. Just as expected, she was enthralled by Spitfire's wet mane. Heh. 'I'll have to do this more often,' she thought happily, sliding onto the bed.

"So, ready to cum all over your favourite fan?" Rainbow asked lustily, trotting into the bathroom. Spitfire nodded nervously; this was the first time she'd actually let another mare pleasure her. What was she doing in the bathroom, anyway? There wasn't anything in there but her closet and her...

"Oh fuck," Spitfire yelped as Rainbow emerged with a hoof-full of toys. Spitfire had them stashed away for the nights when the burning was too much for her mere hoof to satisfy. "Rainbow, I should have remembered you had better endurance than I thought," she murmured, watching the mare select one of her favourite toys. It was the 8-inch Hurricane, a souvenir from a small stand in Saddle Arabia. Those ponies certainly knew how to par-tay.

"Guess what? I finally figured out how to work this thing," Rainbow giggled mercilessly, flicking a small switch at the base of the device. The toy lit up with the unmistakable glow of magic, the shaft beginning to rotate in it's different segments. One rotated clockwise; the other, anti-clockwise. There were eight segments in all, each ribbed for 'maximum pleasure', as the salespony had assured her. And Rainbow had set it to the maximum speed. Hoboy.

"Now, we can't just put this in you without any prior... preparations, can we?" Rainbow said with a wolfish grin, lowering her face towards Spitfire's exposed, swollen marehood. Spitfire feebly shook her head, tingling with nervous excitement. After this, Rainbow was going to have the strongest orgasm of her life. Spitfire was going to win this unofficial competition. "Well, here goes!" the pegasus grinned, lowering her face onto Spitfire's burning nethers.

"Mmmpf," Spitfire moaned, shuddering at the sudden, cool tongue strokes working their way across her sensitive lips. An occasional flick of Rainbow's tongue made her squeak cutely in pleasure, often causing her mind to retreat into an all-encompassing aura of bliss. The tongue's strokes sped up, darting into her moist slit and lapping up the slick fluid dribbling out of it. One of Rainbow's hooves traced it's way up her chest, before settling gently on the base of her wings.

"OhRainbowthisfeelssogood," Spitfire groaned, letting the hoof gently caress and massage her aching wings. The pleasure was almost equal to those heavenly tongue-strokes across her moist marehood, but lacked the refreshing, cool sensation against soft, tingling flesh.

"Spitfire, you taste as good as I always imagined," Rainbow confirmed, taking a few seconds to lift her muzzle out of Spitfire's snatch. The sight of her... friend's head poking up from between her legs almost made her cum on the spot, and it took all of her self-control to fight the intense pleasure coursing through her body. She at least wanted the Hurricane inside her before giving in to Rainbow's intense sexual appetite. After a few more moments of tongue-swirling and sucking, Rainbow spoke up again. "Hey, Spitz? Wanna try something different?" said Rainbow excitedly, once again listing her face away from her aching nethers.

"What're you planning?" asked Spitfire suspiciously, watching Rainbow wriggle up the bed towards her.

"Relax! I saw this in a... magazine, I think. Anyway, you're going to love it!" she affirmed happily, spinning around and rolling on top of her orange-maned friend.

"Wait, you want to-" Spitfire tried to say, before Rainbow placed her flanks above her face, lowering them gently. She felt Rainbow's cool, steady licks against her own cunt as Rainbow dipped her own onto Spitfire's face, to which the Wonderbolt attacked enthusiastically. The two mares lay there, ferociously eating out each other's slits, lapping up every last drop of their delicious juices.

Spitfire took a second to look away from the beautiful marehood pressed against her face, noticing Rainbow's asshole poking out from behind her tail. 'She'd kill me,' Spitfire thought vaguely, considering the cute, tiny hole once more. 'Eh, what the hell? We've already come this far, I might as well keep her excited,' she thought slyly, darting her tongue out towards the puckered hole.

As her tongue connected, Rainbow let out a slight squeal and arched her back, pressing her plot further into Spitfire's face. Spitfire picked up the pace over the soft, ridged skin, smiling at the moans of the mare in front. "S-Spitfire, where'd y-you get so good at that?" she whispered, grinding her asshole against Spitfire's tongue.

'Hang on a second.'

"Hey Rainbow, I thought it was your turn to make me cum!" Spitfire said, a tone of mock annoyance coming into her voice.

"Uh, sorry Spitfire, I just... uh..." Rainbow rolled off, dashing down to the end of the bed and preparing to get between Spitfire's legs again.

"Hey, relax!" Spitfire smiled. "So, what do you think?" she murmured, spreading her legs apart and running a single hoof along her dripping slit.

"I think you're ready there, Spitz," Rainbow noted, spreading Spitfire's marehood apart with two hooves to expose the small opening. "Let's see what you make of this, then!" Adrenaline coursed through Spitfire's system as she saw the vibrating monster probing it's way towards her delicate vagina. The moment she felt the warm plastic touch her flaming, aching slit, she thrust herself down onto it.

'Dear Celestia,' Spitfire thought in awe, eyes rolling back in her head as Rainbow focused on building a steady rhythm with the toy. The sheer size of the dildo made her feel full, making her aware of every ridge, valley and sensitive spot as it slid deeper inside her. She summoned enough of her concentration to look down, seeing the toy pounding into her. It was almost as if she could feel the machine pressing against her soft, velvet walls, making them tremble with pleasure. Her orgasm was building rapidly, and Rainbow was making sure that the pace stayed high.

"Oh Spitfire, if only you could see your face right now," mumbled Rainbow, half in... love, and half in what she supposed was jealousy. She should have mentioned the toys at the start of their little session, but her mind was too distracted to consider anything but the vibrating mass that was currently impaling her.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum," squeaked Spitfire, clenching her legs together and trying to detach herself from the toy. A powerful, world-shaking orgasm was building in her system, but she wanted to save herself for later. Her sweat-soaked body and thighs were beginning to tremble with anticipation, and her thrusting motions lost all co-ordination. "R-rainbow! S-stop," she moaned, but she was already crossing the threshold of the most powerful orgasm of her life.

Rainbow ditched the toy, leaving it running inside Spitfire's slit while she wriggled on top of the mare. Spitfire's senses began to shut down as the powerful surges of pleasure began to rock her mind, blurring her vision and replacing the sense of feeling with one of electric power, sending further bursts of excitement through her body. The last thing she noticed was Rainbow's tongue plunging into her mouth, passionately dancing with her own.

*  *

"Urgh, where am I?" Spitfire mumbled, still shaking from the awesome orgasm she'd had moments before. Was it moments? She certainly didn't recognise her surroundings. Wait... were they on the roof?

"Rainbow?" Spitfire called nervously, raising a hoof to cover her tender marehood.

"Right here next to you, Spitfire," Rainbow murmured lovingly, stroking Spitfire's face. Spitfire rolled over, realising that her friend had been lying next to her the whole time. Rain was coursing down both of their bodies as they lay on the exposed rooftop in each other's embrace. It took Spitfire a few minutes for gradual, shaky feeling to return to her limbs after the mind-numbing orgasm.

"What're we up here for? Somepony could see us!" Spitfire said anxiously, looking around. Rainbow seemed nervous about something, but Spitfire could tell it wasn't about the possible presence of onlookers.

"I wanted to show you one of my more... personal tricks," she murmured, albeit nervously. She produced a large, double-ended dildo, which she pro-offered to Spitfire. The Wonderbolt looked at it wonderingly, obviously recognising it.

"Dash, are you sure? I mean, are you up to it? I'm pretty tender, but I'm sure I'll be able to handle it. What about you?" Spitfire said, a hint of concern entering her voice. Rainbow looked up with her trademark reassuring smile.

"Hey, I'm the one that wants this. I've only done this trick once before, but I'm sure you'll love it!" she said proudly, sliding the white snake-like toy between her own flaps. After a brief moan of pleasure and the adorable scrunchy-nose she pulled, she slid closer to Spitfire. The mare took the other end of the toy, wrapping her legs around Rainbow's and pushing the toy inside herself. It was large, but not nearly as large as the Hurricane. She felt full, but not stretched.

The two mares began to thrust together, slippery mounds slapping against the other's. Dash had taken more of the dildo for herself, but Spitfire was quite content to let the snake poke around inside her while she watched the mare opposite fill herself up with vibrating plastic. Rainbow began to moan, picking up the pace. What'd she been doing that had her so close to cumming now?

"Dashie? What did you do after I-I passed out?" Spitfire asked curiously, saying each word as she slid away from the cerulean mare. It helped maintain the steady rhythm, and Spitfire couldn't bring herself to speak while sliding towards the beautiful pegasus opposite, the toy between them filling both their marehoods with the force with which the other pony pushed.

"You c-came everywhere. I... lapped up most of it, then gave the Hurricane a g-go myself," she replied, looking pleased with herself. That was fair enough, Spitfire thought, seeing as she had looked so jealous and impressed while she was riding it.

Rainbow broke the rhythm after a few minutes, slamming herself down the dildo as thunder echoed overhead. Her lips were stretching around it, and the sight of such sexual appetite made Spitfire pick up the pace, too. "Spitz... don't c-cum before me. I w-want you to see this," Rainbow groaned, nearing her own climax. "When I say, I-I want you to e-eat me out like earlier, ok?" Rainbow moaned, Spitfire nodding in assent.

Another minute passed before Rainbow moaned her name, to which she slid the dildo out from Dashie's lips and replaced the toy with her own tongue. The pegasus began thrusting down onto her face, trying to grind her clitoris against Spitfire's probing tongue. She was becoming increasingly drenched with the rain and, more impressively, the sheer volume of juices pouring out of Rainbow's marehood. A slight flicker of the tongue was enough to release another burst of flavourful liquid, which Spitfire lapped up without a second thought.

"Sp- I'm gon- I'm cummi- Agh!" Rainbow shrieked, before rocketing towards the sky. Spitfire gasped. 'She's got to be at... mach 1 by now!' she thought, scanning the horizon for her partner. There was a pause, a moment where the rain stopped pouring and the thunder grew silent. A burst of colours poured through the dark clouds overhead, dousing the city with the multicoloured, famous hues of Rainbow Dash's Sonic Rainboom. She could see the clouds blown apart in it's wake, scattering the dark thunderheads across the ebony sky. It was one of the most eerie, beautiful things she had ever seen.

"What'd y-you think?" gasped Rainbow, landing askew on the rooftop. Spitfire rushed over, giving the mare a shoulder to support herself on. They stood there for a few seconds, admiring the rainbow hues scattered across the night sky.

"First time I've ever seen a Sonic Rain-gasm, I gotta say," Spitfire laughed, pulling Rainbow close to her.

"Spitz, I know you're always busy with Wonderbolt training, and maybe one day I'll be up there alongside you, but until then... do you want to be marefriends?" Rainbow asked curiously, looking at Spitfire with an expression of complete, unconditional love.

"A mare who can have sex like that? Rainbow Dash, you can be my wingpony any time," Spitfire grinned, embracing her new marefriend passionately.

"Bullshit, you can be mine!" Rainbow countered, and the two, sweaty, cum-coated mares trotted back down to Spitfire's quarters to clean up. Among other things.