//------------------------------// // Closing Ceremony // Story: The Wonderbolt Academy // by Anonymous Assassin //------------------------------// Wonderbolt Academy: Closing Ceremony         Spitfire and Soarin finished their journey through the hallways of the academy, arriving at the Cloudosseum just in time to oversee the ceremony.         “Looks like the recruits are all present and accounted for,” Soarin observed as they walked out onto the parade field. “And they look about ready to go off the deep end.”         “It really has been a tough couple of months...” replied Spits. “We probably worked the recruits harder this year than we ever have. I know the stress has been wearing on me too. I have been in drill-instructor mode for so long, I can’t even remember the last time I had a day to relax. Hay, this was the first time all summer you and I have been able to spend any time together.”         Soarin nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been wound up tight all summer long. It was really nice to have the chance to decompress for a few hours today. I can’t wait for the party tonight; it's gonna be just the thing to help us all unwind after the ceremony. Thankfully, it won’t take too long, I’m starving! I hope you arranged something good for the banquet tonight.”         Spitfire bumped her flank against his. “It’s gonna be the most epic banquet yet, I made sure of that. I’m not gonna spoil the surprise, but I had to go through a mountain of paperwork to make sure we were well taken care of. It will be worth it tonight, though. We’re all gonna have a good time. The party accommodations this year are sure to blow everypony’s mind. Again, totally worth all the red tape I had to tear through to get it.”         Soarin grinned and returned the flank-bump. “Knowing you, it’s gonna be awesome. I don’t know how you’re able to talk the high-brass into tossing all those bits your way. One day you’re gonna have to tell me your secret.”         Spitfire shrugged in response. “No secret, really. I simply informed them that we are the ones who bust our flanks to be the best. Our flight shows earn their bits and if they don’t want to accommodate us for our extra efforts, then we can take our talents elsewhere. They aren’t going to risk losing their star fliers over a few thousand bits.”         Soarin gawked at her for a moment. “A few thousand? You weren’t kidding, this is gonna be an epic night.” He scanned the horizon and motioned toward a pair of ponies who were laughing and chasing each other around, a stark contrast to the rest of the recruits. “Looks like Rainbow Dash and Cloud Kicker are in high spirits. That’s not surprising, really; it’s been pretty obvious from the start that they're the best in their group. Honestly, nopony else could even come close.”         Spitfire slugged his shoulder and winked at him. “Kinda reminds me of us, wouldn’t you say?”         He smirked at her and replied, “Yeah, we were the best back then too, huh? Well, now we get to teach other ponies to be just as awesome as us... Let’s get this ceremony over with so we can eat some food and get our party on! I’m tired of playing drill instructor, it’s time to relax!”         Spitfire laughed and responded, ”I couldn’t agree more.” She prompted Soarin to follow her, then took to the air. He lifted off and trailed behind her. They set a course for the small stage which had been set up specifically for the ceremony. As soon as they landed in front of the platform, Soarin nudged Spitfire and whispered, “You got the whole speech memorized?” She rolled her eyes and gave him a sarcastic response, “Nah, I’m just gonna wing it. It’s not like I’ve done this before or anything.” He shot her a deadpan look. “Of course you did... Well, it’s all on you then. Lead the way, Captain!” "Look alive, recruits. Officers on cloud!" “SIR YES SIR!” The row of twenty recruits immediately fell into formation and snapped to attention upon hearing the order. They performed a perfectly timed salute and held their position, waiting for their commanding officers to respond in kind. The two Wonderbolts returned the salute to their subordinates, then approached the stage. Spitfire took her place at the podium and began her opening speech. "Congratulations, recruits. If you are standing here today it means that you have survived all eight weeks of training. This is no small accomplishment, you should all be proud. There have been many recruits in the past who did not make it this far. Some were lucky enough to suffer debilitating injuries. Others, I'm afraid, were not so fortunate." Spitfire paused for a moment to let the words sink in.         "The training you received here will undoubtedly be of great service to you in the years to come, I trust that you will use it to the best of your abilities. For most of you, this will be the last time you ever set hooves on the clouds of this facility. I urge you not to be discouraged by this. Instead, let the time you spent here motivate you to achieve greatness. I believe it is well within your grasp." Spitfire took a moment to pace back and forth, giving all of her recruits a meaningful gaze as she did so. "If you were not exceptionally talented and capable, then you would never have been allowed to pass through the gates of the Cloudosseum. Use this experience to your advantage and take with you what you have learned here. Many opportunities await you outside of these walls. The responsibility falls upon you to seize them before they pass you by." As her small speech came to a close, she stepped back from the podium and made her way to Soarin, flashing him a slight smirk as she turned her back to the crowd. Spitfire actually had memorized the speech, word for word, straight from the book. As always, she followed procedure to the letter.         As she passed, Soarin nodded to Spitfire, ignoring her smug look. He approached the microphone and addressed the group of recruits. "Congratulations, recruits. You have done well to make it this far. As you all are aware, only two teams among your ranks have been chosen to continue training beyond this point.” Soarin paused and looked upon all of the recruits, his intense green eyes seeming to peer into their very souls.          “Team one: Rainbow Dash, Cloud Kicker! Team Two: Lightning Bolt, Dust Devil! Front and center!”          The two flight-teams responded, “YES SIR!” and stepped out of formation to approach the podium, standing at attention once they reached their destination. Soarin continued, “You have shown exceptional skill and proven yourselves in the classrooms, as well as the skies. We believe that you have what it takes to be members of our team... And your performances were good enough to earn the right to try.” Soarin removed four golden medallions emblazoned with the Wonderbolt insignia from the podium, two with blue ribbons and two with white. He and Spitfire wing-jumped to land in front of the graduates. He concluded his speech with, "These medals signify your hard work and dedication to your training and to each other as teammates.”                 Soarin placed one of the blue silken ribbons holding the medallions around Cloud Kicker's neck. Spitfire placed the other around Rainbow Dash's neck, making brief eye contact with her. She nodded to Dash and took a few steps back, stopping when she reached Soarin. The two Wonderbolts simultaneously saluted the recruits, who responded in kind, then moved on to the next flight team and issued the remaining medallions.         Soarin and Spitfire returned to the stage, then Spitfire approached the podium and began performing the final portion of the closing ceremony. "As of today, you are no longer recruits. From this moment, until the day you graduate or you are no longer with us, you are Wonderbolts-in-training. Congratulations!"                 Soarin and Spitfire began clopping their hooves and the rest of the recruits followed suit. With the results announced and the ceremony officially out of the way, the feeling of relief was almost instantaneous. Some of the recruits were obviously disappointed, but at least now they all knew where they stood. Once the small ovation came to an end, Soarin took the microphone and addressed the crowd.         "Now that the closing ceremony has ended, this year’s training camp is officially over. We are no longer your instructors and you are no longer our recruits. As of this moment, you are all official guests of the Wonderbolts. We expect the best and we give the best! Now, I don't know about you, but I'm starving... let's eat!"         The crowd cheered and the horde of hungry pegasi took off toward the barracks, eager to get out of their dress uniforms and prepare for the evening’s feast. ***         As Spitfire glided closer to the banquet area, she could see the results of the event staff’s hard work. The field had been carefully groomed, a large Wonderbolt insignia etched into the floor, and an intricately carved column of gold and blue cloudsteel had been erected in the center. She especially liked the multi-colored flame spouting from the opening in the top. That really sets the mood... I’m gonna have to make sure these guys get a good vacation this year. She found Rainbow Dash mid-flight and sped up to match her pace. “Hey Dash, you wanna join me for dinner?”         Rainbow Dash looked back at Spitfire with a huge grin plastered on her face. Gotta stay cool, Dash. “Sure thing, Captain. You buyin’?”         Spitfire laughed and replied, “Yeah, this one’s on me.” They arrived at the dining area and took their seats, surveying the large ring of tables surrounding the multi-colored torch. The crowd of ponies included recruits and staff alike. Anypony who played a role in the training camp was invited to join in the feast.         A few moments after Dash and Spitfire took their seats, Soarin touched down behind them. “Wow, that smells good!” He took a seat next to Spitfire, who was in the process of pouring a tankard of mead for Rainbow Dash.         The Wonderbolt captain looked up at him and said, “Dang right it does! I had fresh, ocean-caught salmon shipped in all the way from Typhoon!”         Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow and said, “The Typhoon? Like, the biggest and most expensive pegasus city in Equestria? That’s a solid three day flight from here! How did you manage that?”         Spitfire shot her a winning smile and replied, “Yep! The one and only Typhoon City, home of the best fish in all of Equestria. You know, only the best for our future teammates...” She nudged Rainbow with her wing for emphasis and continued, “I special ordered a time-stasis chariot just for the shipment. It cost a fortune, but it was worth it to have a meal like this. Now we can keep anything we need in there. I know it will be put to good use for all of our shows.”         Soarin grinned at Spitfire’s chummy behavior and chimed in, “Dang Spits, I’ve never seen you go all-out for a training camp like this... It’s almost like you’re trying to impress somepony.”         It was Spitfire’s turn to blush a bit. “W-Well, we all busted our flanks and worked hard this year. I figured we should do something good to celebrate. Everypony here deserves to have a bit of fun, after all.”         Rainbow Dash noticed Spitfire’s change in demeanor, but decided not to comment. Instead, she just changed the subject. “I can’t wait to try it! I’ve heard about Typhoon salmon, but never had the chance to actually taste it. Hay, I’ve only had salmon a couple of times... It was farm raised, but it was still really good. I bet Typhoon salmon is bucking awesome!” She proceeded to take a swig of mead from her tankard. “And this mead stuff you got is incredible! Where did you even find this? It’s almost better than Sweet Apple Acres cider! Big Mac would probably love to get his hooves on some of this.”         Soarin choked mid-gulp on his own mead, his face flushed red. “Big Mac?” Rainbow responded, “Yeah, he’s one of my best friends’ brother. You know Applejack, right? She was at the Gala, you got one of her pies. You know, the one that I totally saved from getting splattered all over the floor? Yeah, I’m awesome... Anyway, do you know him?” Soarin cleared his throat and ran a hoof through his mane, “Uhh, no I don’t think so... Maybe I have heard the name before, somewhere.” Spitfire noticed his nervousness at Rainbow’s line of questioning and decided to capitalize on the opportunity to turn the tides. “Soarin here has a crush on your friend Applejack. I saw him eyeing those flanks at the gala. He’s apparently been getting notes from her too...” Rainbow snorted in amusement and said, “Mac might not like like that too much. But hay, I think you should hook up with AJ... That filly needs to get laid. She is pretty uptight about sex, or at least she has been with me. Besides, I’ve always wondered about Big Mac. That stallion must be huge down there... If somepony was keeping Applejack distracted, I could totally put the moves on him. Come to think of it, nopony has ever even seen him with a filly. Aside from his sisters, of course.” Soarin’s cheeks had become considerably redder by the time Rainbow Dash finished the last sentence. He just cleared his throat and changed the subject. “I’m about to starve to death. Where’s that food?” As if on cue, the servers made their entrance and brought out the feast. The smell was even more incredible up close and the crowd murmured their approval as the silver platters set on each table were uncovered. Within moments of the food’s arrival, the entire group of ponies fell completely silent, save for the clatter of forks hitting plates. After several minutes of silence while the evening’s meal magically vanished, the conversation started to pick back up. Once everypony had cleared most of the food from their plates, Dash was the first to rekindle the conversation. “That fish was AWESOME! I never knew what I was missing out on! I’m gonna have to see if I can get Twi to make me one of those time-stasis things so I can keep some fish at home. So Captain, what’s next for the night?” “First we’re gonna finish this mead.” Spitfire sloshed her tankard around for emphasis. “We have a nice surprise planned for the evening, too... You like to party?” Spitfire smirked and waited for a response. “Uhh, yeah! I like to party... my friend Pinkie Pie has me spoiled. That filly throws the best parties in Equestria!” Dash gave her a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “You think you can do better than Pinks?” Spitfire smiled and replied, “I guess you’ll have to wait ‘til it starts before you can judge. I’d be willing to bet it would give anypony a run for their money. Alright, we still have a good bit of this mead left in the bottle. Wanna go somewhere a bit less crowded and polish it off?” Dash cocked an eyebrow and glanced back and forth between her and Soarin. Ohmygosh! Is she inviting me back to her place... with Soarin? Best. Night. Ever! “You got someplace in mind... Captain?”         Spitfire made eye contact with Soarin and he shrugged in response. “Let’s go back to Soarin’s quarters. I gave the event staff orders to kick the party off at 2130. With that going on, I don’t think anypony will miss us too much. What do you say, big guy? Wanna take this back to your place?”         Soarin grinned and replied, “I don’t see why not. Besides, I have a nice surprise waiting for us when we get there.”         Spitfire snagged a couple bottles of mead and tossed them into her saddlebags. “Alright then, I guess it’s settled. Let’s jet!” At that, she blasted off with a powerful thrust of her wings. Dash was still a bit lost in the moment and she regarded Soarin with a look of uncertainty. “So, I guess it’s that way?”  He smiled grandly in response and swept his hoof in the general direction of Spitfire’s path. “After you, Private.” They both took off at full speed, trying to make up the distance between themselves and Spitfire. A few moments later, they caught up to her and together they made their way to the back to the barracks. They walked through the many corridors leading back to the staff quarters, most of which Rainbow Dash had never seen. “This place is way bigger than it looks... Almost like it’s bigger on the inside. So, now that me and Cloud are officially Wonderbolts in training, where will we be staying?” Spitfire looked back at her and said, “You will get a room in the staff wing with us. Not as nice as ours of course, but still a big improvement on the recruit barracks. You two will obviously need to get used to being a part of the team and there's no better way to test your ability to get along with the rest of us than making you live in the same barracks. I’m sure you won’t have any trouble with that, though; from what I’ve seen, you and Cloud will get on just fine.” After another minute or so, they reached the big double-doors leading into to the staff wing. Soarin wing-blasted the doors and they silently swung open, allowing Dash her first glimpse into the living quarters of the Wonderbolts. Holy hay, this place is awesome! Gotta keep my cool, though...  “Pretty nice setup. I dig the statue.” Soarin walked up to the likeness of Commander Hurricane and rested a hoof on the golden placard embedded in its base. “This is one of the most important historical artifacts in pegasus history. Not very many ponies know it even exists, let alone actually getting the chance to see it in real life.” “What makes it so special? I’ve seen statues of Commander Hurricane in just about every pegasus city I’ve been to.” “Every statue you have seen was modeled after this. It’s the first one ever made. Come on, check it out.” Dash walked closer and stood next to Soarin. She read the inscription on the placard and her jaw dropped. “This was made by Princess Luna, before Nightmare Moon? How did it even survive?” Soarin gently stroked the base of the statue with his hoof and said, “Lunar steel is nearly indestructible, not to mention all of the enchantments she used. She and the commander were very close friends so she made this in his memory after he died. I suppose she wanted it to last through eternity, even though the stallion himself could no longer be with her. This serves as a reminder to all of us about who we are and where we come from. Having him here is a great honor and we all pay our respects every time we pass through this room.” Soarin saluted the statue, Spitfire stepped up and joined him, then Dash followed their lead. Soarin broke the salute and smiled at Dash. “That is your first lesson on Wonderbolt etiquette. There are a lot of unspoken rules that we follow, this being one of the most important.” He turned and began walking past the statue and said, “Come on. Let’s go check out the staff lounge, then we can head to my room.” Rainbow Dash and Spitfire followed along with Soarin. Spitfire nudged Dash and said, “This place is always a bit overwhelming when you first see it, but after a few days you get used to it. Pretty nice accommodations; being a member of Equestria’s best flight team has its advantages. Let’s grab a few mugs from the lounge while we’re there.” They got to the lounge and requisitioned the supplies they needed for their private party, then made their short journey down the hall to Soarin’s personal quarters. Soarin, in a show of military chivalry, opened the door and allowed the two mares to enter the room first. Oh. My. Gosh. I’m in Soarin’s room! There’s no telling how many times I’ve dreamed about this! Stay cool, Dash. You’ve made it this far, don’t wanna mess up now. She walked over to a massive couch, jumped onto it, and reclined in her usual nonchalant manner. “So Spits, we gonna finish that mead or what?” Spitfire reached back and pulled a bottle of mead from her saddlebag. “You read my mind, Private!” She walked over to sit on the couch next to Dash, who sat up and scooted over to make room for her. Soarin jumped up and landed on the other side of the rainbow-maned pegasus, who seemed to be the center of attention. Spitfire set the bottle on the table in front of them, along with the three mugs she borrowed from the staff lounge, and filled them up with the delicious honey brew. They all began drinking at the same time. Of course, Dash, being the competitive pegasus she is, couldn’t resist finishing first. Spitfire laughed at her and said, “Slow down, you don’t wanna get too smashed this early in the night. We’ve still got a party to attend.” Soarin jumped up and hovered in front of them both. “I almost forgot, I ordered something special just for tonight!” He flew up to his cupboard and pulled out the big glass jar of Apple Family Reserve. “Recognize this, Dash?” Rainbow looked at the jar, trying to remember why it looked so familiar. Then she saw the mark on the side. It looked exactly like Big Mac’s cutie mark. “That... Where did you get that? I’ve only seen that once before and it was at Applejack’s twenty-first birthday party. It was bucking AMAZING!” Soarin smiled and said, “I have my ways... You going to stand there and interrogate me all night, or do you wanna take a shot?” He produced three small jiggers from the same cupboard, sat them on the table, and filled them to the brim with the amber liquid. Spitfire and Dash took their jiggers and raised them in a toast. Soarin followed suit and all three gently tapped the containers together before downing them in a quick gulp. The cool liquid went down like water, leaving behind a subtle warming sensation that slowly increased to a pleasant burn. All three ponies took a moment to savor the sensation as a warm tingling feeling spread across their faces. “I think that’s enough for now... What do you two think.” Dash and Spitfire murmured their agreement and the three sat there for a few moments as the the effects of the powerful liquor slowly intensified. After a short period of comfortable silence, the conversation started to pick back up. Rainbow Dash was, of course the first to speak up. “You know, this is a really nice place. Pretty big room for just one pony. I can’t say too much, though. I live in a massive cloud mansion. Comes in really handy for pegasus parties and teaching Scootaloo how to... fly.” Soarin smiled at that, saying, “That’s the little filly with the tiny wings, right? Cute kid, hope her wings develop fully... It would be a shame if she was never able to fly.” Dash nodded in agreement and smiled back at Soarin, “I’m sure she’ll be fine. That girl is as tough as I was at that age. She’s almost like my little sister in a way. Gets into a lot of trouble, too... One time I had to save her from falling down a massive waterfall, in the middle of the woods at, like, midnight. My superhero senses kicked in, kinda like that time at the best young fliers compe—Wait a minute, how do you know Scootaloo? You’ve never been to Ponyville, have you?” Soarin was at a loss for words. He sat there for a moment with a distant look in his eyes. Busted... How am I gonna explain this one? Of course, Spitfire immediately jumped on his mistake. “Yeah Soarin, how do you know a little filly from Ponyville? I’ve never met Scootaloo and I’ve been to ponyville before. Something tells me you’ve been a few times yourself...” she trailed off, perking her ears and giving him her trademark half-smirk. “I might have been there a time or two... Why does it matter? Where I fly on my free time is my business. I don’t question what you do when you’re on leave.” Spitfire’s smirk spread a bit wider. “Oh no, it’s not a big deal Soarin... I just didn’t know you had any reason to go to Ponyville is all.” Dash chimed in at that, “Have you been seeing Applejack?” With the effects of the alcohol coursing through her veins and her passion for the Wonderbolts, she got a bit carried away in her own train of thought. She jumped to the other side of the table and began pacing back and forth. “There’s no way! She totally would have told me if she was hanging out with a Wonderbolt! I mean, she knows how much I fantasize over you and Spitfire! I’d kill her if she didn’t introduce me to... you.” Rainbow blushed heavily, her ears drooping as she dropped to her haunches and looked up at Soarin. The realization of what she had just said hit her like a ton of bricks. Soarin and Spitfire shared a knowing look at that. Spitfire’s smirk grew into a full-blown face-splitting grin. “What was that, Dash? Did you just say what I think you said?” She sauntered over to Rainbow Dash and began circling her, surveying her features carefully. “I’m sure we can do something about that.” Rainbow stood up and turned to face her, ears perking, her blush fading slightly. “Y-You don’t think I’m a freak for saying that?” Spitfire looked her in the eyes and replied, “I think we’re about to find out just how much of a freak you are...” With that, she leaned in and slowly traced her tongue along Dash’s ear. Rainbow’s wings shot out with a soft *pomf*. She leaned into Spitfire and nuzzled her cheek. “You have no idea Spits... I've been dreaming about this for a long time.” She started nibbling along the nape of Spitfire’s neck, all the way down to the base of her wing, and went to work on the extremely sensitive area. Rainbow gently nipped and tugged at the soft, downy fur.  Spitfire’s wings rose away from her sides and she let out a small moan of pleasure, “Mmm, you know how to take care of a pegasus, don’t you?” She began returning the favor for Dash, slowly licking the ridge of her wing, letting her lips brush against the sensitive primary feathers. Spitfire moved a bit closer and used her muzzle to massage the g-spot of the pegasus wing, just below the base. She felt the soft muscles twitching in response to her ministrations and took it between her lips, gently nibbling and sucking on the small nerve cluster. Rainbow shuddered slightly and her voice cracked as she tried to speak, “I’ve never— mmm... never been with another pegasus before. Nopony’s ever— Ohh, buuuck.” She muttered as the electrifying sensation began to crescendo. Soarin looked on in amusement, thoroughly appreciating the action between the two fillies. He had a full view of Dash’s glistening marehood, he could see exactly how much she was enjoying Spitfire’s attention. After watching patiently for as long as he could stand it, the speedy stallion decided it was his time to join in on the fun. He jumped up off the couch and hovered over to Dash, gently landing behind her. Her tail was slightly raised, fully exposing the treasure beneath. Soarin capitalized on her exposure and buried his muzzle in the velvety folds, taking in the slightly sweet aroma as he pressed against her. His tongue slowly pushed its way into the tight little hole, wriggling and writhing against the soft, silky walls. Rainbow’s eyes widened at the surprise attack on her most sensitive parts and she moaned loudly, leaning into Spitfire as she continued the oral assault on her wing. “Oh... mmm... r-rut me, do it!” She whispered, begging for Soarin to thrust his throbbing meat spear inside of her. She began pushing back against his muzzle and bucking her hips, trying to force him farther into her convulsing love hole. Her muscles clenched against his long slimy tongue, pulling, willing him to go deeper.  Soarin’s wings were at full mast and his massive erection was fully protruding from its sheath, the swollen schlong twitching and dripping as his tongue continued to make her beg for more. It slowly withdrew, changing technique and forming little circles around her clit.  He licked the exterior folds, continuing upward to the tightly puckered hole just beneath her tail, and gently probed it with the tip of his tongue. Rainbow felt something wet and warm invading her plot hole, a sensation she was not at all familiar with. It was almost too much for her to handle. She moved away at first and clenched tightly, her tail trying desperately to fend off the assault. Spitfire felt Dash pushing against her, trying to escape Soarin’s well-practiced oral assault. She glanced up at him and made eye contact, smirking as she stifled Rainbow’s weak attempts at resisting his ministrations. Spitfire moved her hoof beneath Dash’s wing, pressing firmly against the pleasure node, completely removing her ability to resist any further.  As the foreign invader continued to force its way into her most private area, Rainbow began to feel waves of pleasure wash over her entire body. Her sexy horse vag started winking violently, begging to be filled with something, anything to quench the fire burning within her nethers. She panted and moaned, collapsing into Spitfire as she supported the weight Rainbow’s weakening legs were failing to hold.  Spitfire moved away and allowed her to slowly drop to the floor. She walked over and shoved the table out of the way, looking back at Soarin and motioning toward the couch.  Rainbow rolled over onto her back, trying to catch her breath and recover from the anal pillaging she had just experienced. Spitfire laid down beside her and whispered into her ear,”You gonna make it Dash?”  When Rainbow had recovered enough she responded, “Yeah, I’ll be good to go in a minute. I’ve just never felt... that before.” She struggled to her hooves and with the help of Spitfire, made her way to the couch. After leaning against it for a few moments, she had recovered enough to stand without needing support.  Dash looked back at Soarin, glancing at the swinging meat-stick between his legs, and licked her lips greedily. “So, you gonna rut me now, big guy? Or am I gonna get Spitfire all to myself?” She jumped up and put her front legs on the couch, raising her flanks in the air and lifting her tail. Her marehood was dripping wet and begging for something to fill it up, an almost irresistible sight for any self-respecting stallion.     Soarin, being the gentlecolt that he was, couldn’t leave her in such a condition. He walked up and mounted her, hooking his forelegs around the base of her wings. Spitfire, not wanting to be left out, moved in to have a bit of fun for herself. She grabbed Soarin’s pole with her hooves and slowly licked the tip before guiding it into Dash’s throbbing slit. He felt the warmth of her swollen lips pulsing against him and bucked his hips, forcing his way into the tightly clenched hole. Dash gasped in response, trying to adjust to the feeling of the large stallion's love muscle being pushed inside of her.     Soarin hooked his hooves underneath Dash’s wings and pressed hard, causing her to lower body to relax slightly and letting him slip in just a bit deeper. He worked his way in inch by inch, his girth spreading her lips apart and causing them to contract violently against his shaft. After a moment’s pause to allow her to adjust, Soarin began thrusting, pushing harder and harder with each movement. Dash bucked her hips against him, grinding herself farther down his shaft. She could feel his massive balls smacking against her flanks, pressing against her folds with each swing.      Spitfire enjoyed her close-up view for a moment as Soarin pounded Rainbow’s tight little hole. The sight and sound of the rainbow filly’s pleasure was getting to her, so she decided to get in on the action. She jumped up onto the couch and positioned her swollen, dripping-wet pussy in Dash’s face. Spitfire looked back and winked at her, saying, ”So, is this part of your fantasy?”     Dash immediately gave Spitfire what she wanted and began lapping at her folds with vigor. She forced her tongue onto Spitfire’s clit, pressing against it, pushing harder each time Soarin railed her from behind. Spitfire bucked her hips and rubbed herself into Rainbow’s muzzle, moaning and biting the silk cushion in front of her. She was already turned on by the thought of Dash eating her out, but the real thing was so much better.     From his position, Soarin had a full view of all the action, and he was definitely enjoying it. He began quickening his pace, pulling against Rainbow’s wings with each thrust. The faster he went, the closer he got to the edge. He pushed as hard as he could, ramming Rainbow for everything he was worth. After what seemed like an eternity of furious pounding, Rainbow’s intense contractions, along with the extreme arousal of the situation in general, took him as far as he could go. With a loud groan and a final powerful thrust, he lost control and filled Dash full of his hot, sticky, stallion goo.     Dash had been trying hard to focus on pleasing Spitfire, but Soarin’s constant hammering was very distracting. Dash moaned into Spitfire’s marehood as Soarin pumped her full of his seed. The feeling was more than she could handle. She buried her muzzle as deep as she could, while wave after wave of intense pleasure flooded her mind. Spitfire responded in kind, crying out and releasing her mare-juices all over Dash’s face. She felt her legs go weak and collapsed onto the massive couch. Dash pulled away from Soarin and plopped down beside Spitfire. She panted heavily, trying to catch her breath and recover. She turned her head to see Soarin stumble over to his bed and dive in, tucking his head under a pillow and passing out almost immediately. Rainbow Dash looked over at Spitfire and asked, “Really?” Spitfire rolled her eyes and responded, “He does that... Stallions.” Rainbow giggled at that and snuggled closer to Spitfire, laying her head on the orange mare’s chest and nuzzling against it. “I don’t wanna get up...” She said, after glancing at the clock on the wall. Spitfire looked down at Dash, all nestled up against her. She smiled and looked into her eyes, then gently kissed her on the lips and whispered, “You don’t have to, we've got plenty of time.” They laid together in each other’s embrace, accompanied by the gentle sound of their slow, steady breathing. Dash had fallen asleep shortly after the kiss. Spitfire glanced down at her once more. She sighed happily as sleep slowly began to take hold of her as well, then placed a gentle kiss on the rainbow-maned filly’s forehead. “Sweet dreams Dash...” she gently whispered as she closed her eyes and allowed sleep to carry her away.