This One Time at Flight Camp
“And don’t forget your projects are due when you get back,” Rainbow Dash said, as the kids in her classroom got up in a messy unison, taking off towards the door and eventually home. She looked at them all, most had a tired look on their faces, probably thrilled to be done with the summer flight school that their parents forced them to attend. The clopping sound from their hooves pleased Rainbow Dash, reminding her of better times back when she lived in Ponyville with all her friends, but that time has since passed.
One student fell silent, still set in her chair among the darkness that huddled in the back of the classroom. She sat there, alone, cold, and staring straight at her desk as if she had not been paying attention to the dismissal. Rainbow Dash walked over to her, worried about what she was still doing here, yet more eager to get home than to care for her student.
“Something wrong, Windrunner?” she said to her protege. His white mane looked transparent like the flakes of snow that fell in winter, similar to a flexible crystal, his fur was a light-lavender color, resembling Cloud Chaser’s, and his flank was blank.
Windrunner stuttered, “N-no, ma’am, just thinking” he wiped his face as if something were on it, there was nothing. Windrunner continued to stare blankly at his desk as Rainbow Dash kept wanting for him to just go home and be creepy there.
“Alright, well...” she began, “do you need any help with something or would you like to go home? I can’t be here all day. I have to go back to my personal life and forget about you kids.” Rainbow Dash wasn’t very good with kids, always wanting the attention for herself made the teaching job great for her desires, but only when she got to show them her moves, which was rarely due to the board of education frowning on her talent.
A knock came from the door of the small classroom, one that neither pony suspected of appearing at this time. “Hello, you there, Rainbow Dash?” came a familiar voice from long ago, it was still high and more boyish than most mares, but more feminine like Rainbow Dash.
She turned her head, loving the moment to get her face away from Windrunner’s horrible breath. There at the door stood a bright orange mare, her purple mane flowed with the imaginary wind as Rainbow Dash imagined this sexy mare to be in her dreams, Scootaloo.
“Ah, good you’re here!” Scootaloo said joyously, running up to Rainbow Dash and giving her a bear hug. “It’s been a while, Dashie!” Scootaloo said, happier than ever to use her pet name in the first time in years. Rainbow Dash hugged back, nuzzling her nose in the mane of her once little-sister.
“Scoots, it’s great to see you again!” Rainbow Dash walked over towards her desk, forgetting about the colt in the room. “It’s been so long, how’s it been for you?” Rainbow Dash sat down in her desk, nodding Scootaloo to take a seat for a talk.
She sat down in a sluggish style, clearly wanting to relax and not be professional. “Oh, it’s been great, finally got the Crusaders up in Fillydelphia. How’s the teaching job working for ya? Still got Tank with you?” Her questions ran too fast for Rainbow Dash, who was unable to keep up with the conversation as she started drawing scribbles on her paper trying to look like she was doing work when she was actually dreaming about how sexy Scootaloo looked with her hair held high, finely combed and sparkly.
“Slow down, Scoots,” Rainbow Dash began, causing Scootaloo to cease her questions, “one at a time, please.” She went back to doodling, unaware that she was drawing Scootaloo in sexy positions kissing the crudely drawn picture of herself that one of the fillies had made as a present for her “great” teaching skills.
“Oh, sorry, Dashie, I’m just so excited to finally be seeing you again. It’s been how long?” Scootaloo asked, rummaging around in her desk like a hyper child on Hearts and Hooves Day.
She looked up, realizing what she was drawing was very sexual, a picture of Scootaloo being licked by herself while being fisted anally by Rainbow Dash. She started to get wet, trying to hid it by slouching down behind her desk more than she already was. “Abo-about five years...” she said, a little embarrassed by her arousal.
“Really tha-” Scootaloo stopped, noticing the drawing that Rainbow Dash had bluntly drawn and kept out in front of Scootaloo this entire time. Her mouth widened, shocked and in awe from this surprise, unable to fully grasp the situation immediately. “Wha-what’s this?” she stuttered, getting up and taking a deeper look at the picture before her.
“I-i...” Rainbow Dash tried to give an excuse, but was unable to hide that she had become wet over the drawing itself.
“Well...” Scootaloo began, thinking to herself about how this relationship had changed over the course of these unplanned years. “I’ve been thinking about you two! Oh, I knew you understood why I wanted you and I to be like sisters, finally!” Scootaloo walked closely to Rainbow Dash, putting her hoof on her shoulder, rubbing her back slowly.
“Uhh...” Rainbow Dash responded, unsure if she should continue with this or not.
“Shhh! It’s alright,” Scootaloo moved her mouth towards Rainbow Dash’s face, kissing her gently with her moistened mouth. “I’ve wanted to do this since I was a filly!” Scootaloo said, penetrating her partners mouth with her tongue.
Rainbow Dash put her left hoof behind Scootaloo’s face, pressing her further against her own, savoring each other’s saliva. She started to moan as the orange lover kept trying new technique’s on her tongue, looping around and tying the two together.
Windrunner was still in the back of the room, watching and enjoying what he saw, trying to remember this day for the rest of his life to come.
