After-party
Thump. Thump. Thump thump thump.
Dash groaned and snuggled closer to her warm, fuzzy pillow, not wanting to wake from the best nap she’d had since arriving at the academy. She felt something shift beneath her, then remembered exactly where she was. Oh, yeah... I’m laying on Spitfire. Her eyes shot open as the realization hit her. I just banged Soarin and Spitfire. A face-splitting grin spread across her muzzle as she opened her eyes to see Spitfire’s smiling face looking back at her.
“Hey there hotshot, have a nice nap?” she asked with a yawn. “Sounds like they got the party cannons fired up out there. Guess it’s time to start making our way back.” Spitfire motioned to Soarin, who was still passed out with his head buried beneath a pillow. “First we gotta get him up, then we can head out. Let’s have a bit of fun, shall we?”
Spitfire hopped up from the couch and made her way over to Soarin with a predatory gleam in her eyes. Dash followed behind her, not sure exactly what she was planning. Spitfire approached his bedside and reached out to brush his exposed flank. She traced a small circle around his cutie mark, gently teasing along its edges. His reaction was almost immediate: he let out a contented sigh and rolled onto his back, leaving him fully exposed. Dash watched from a distance, expecting the worst. She giggled as Spitfire’s hoof slid up his flank and moved in toward his most sensitive areas.
Spitfire leaned over and whispered to Dash, “Hold his legs.” Dash gave her a questioning look, but followed orders and restrained his hind legs. Spitfire nodded in approval and said, “You ready for this?” Dash returned the nod and gulped, not sure how to feel about what she thought she was about to take part in. Spitfire trailed her hoof along Soarin’s soft, velvety underbelly, pausing for a moment right in front of his sheath. She looked back at Dash and winked, then began tickling him. He awoke with a start and struggled to free himself from the grasp of his tormentors, to no avail.
“HAHA.. I’m gonna... HA. I’m.. Gonna... Kill... You! BAHAHA! Evil! EEEVIIILLL!”
Soarin fought back as much as he could between bouts of uncontrollable laughter. He struggled with all his might against Dash, who was trying hard to keep him under control. After several long seconds of being tickle-tortured, Soarin finally broke free from his captors. He blasted off of the bed and hovered above Dash and Spitfire, crossing his forelegs and glaring daggers at them with all his might. Dash and Spits shared a look, then collapsed onto the floor in laughter.
After the worst of the giggle fit had subsided, Spitfire looked up at him and said, “You should have seen the look on your face. It was priceless!”
Soarin did not look amused. After holding his glare for a few moments longer, his ears swiveled toward the deep rumble of a cannon in the distance. He glanced out his window, then turned back to flash the two mares one final frown before saying, “Sounds like the party is getting started out there. I was gonna offer both of you another shot or two of the Apple reserve before we head out. But, somepony decided to be a pain in the flank and wake me up in the worst way possible.” He fixed his disapproving glare upon Spitfire, who had the decency to look somewhat remorseful.
“Oh, come on, Soarin. You know it was all in good fun. How could I resist? You are just too cute not to pick on a little bit… Besides, can you really complain about being tickled by two beautiful young fillies such as ourselves?” She motioned to Dash, who gave him the cheesiest smile she could muster.
Soarin rolled eyes in response and sighed. “You know what? Fine. Let’s have a couple shots before the show. It’ll just make it that much more fun. Besides, watching the two of you being completely drunk will be highly entertaining.” He flew over to his cabinet and pulled out the jug for the second time of the evening. A bit of vapor rose from the cold ceramic as he pulled the cork from the neck. He poured up three more shots of the strong liquor and slid the small glasses to their eagerly awaiting recipients, then held up his glass and raised a toast. “To the new recruits, may they survive their first month of real training.” He looked over at Dash and gave her a charming smile before draining his shot.
“Wait, what?” Soarin’s only reply to the question was a contented sigh. She quirked an eyebrow at Spitfire, then to Soarin, whose only response was an innocent smile. Rainbow shrugged and downed her share of the wondrous apple whiskey. She smacked her lips and exhaled, slowly taking in the feel of the drink working its way into her stomach. She set her shot glass back onto the table and looked at Soarin expectantly.
He looked at the jug, then back at the two mares, the pleading look in their eyes just begging for more. “You girls are gonna drink me dry by the end of the night. Not that it would be all bad…” He winked at Spitfire before pouring up another round. They repeated the process, downing their second glass just as quickly as the first. The three sat in serene silence for a moment, enjoying the lingering feeling of warmth, and letting the effects of the whiskey slowly overtake them. That peaceful silence was shattered by the thunderous sound of a long, sustained bass note.
“That’s our cue, I suppose. Time to get the party started! We’ve got the whole night ahead of us.” Spitfire jumped up off the couch and slightly stumbled into Soarin as she made for the exit. “Of course, we probably need to shower off after all that...”
Spitfire looked back at Dash and said, “I guess now’s the perfect chance to introduce you to the Wonderbolts’ private shower room, arguably one of the best parts of being a Wonderbolt.” She flicked her tail across Soarin’s muzzle and looked back at Dash with a wink. “Now it’s time for your real initiation…”
***
Cloud Kicker looked across the training field toward the bright lights flashing in the distance. She could see a huge stage looming on the opposite end, one which had somehow gone completely unnoticed the entire day. How did they keep that hidden this whole time? She took in the scene as all the ponies of the academy began to flock toward the strobe lights and rumbling bass. A perfectly smooth half-dome wall spanned the width of the arena behind the stage, acting as a massive screen for the visual backdrop. An almost unnecessarily large sound system surrounded the entire stage, complete with an array of laser projectors, and a set of sub-woofers that looked like they were capable of destroying a city block.
“That is bucking awesome! It seems we’re in for one hay of a party tonight...” She looked over to Blossomforth and nudged her with a wing. “Looks like it’s a target rich environment out there. I wonder who the lucky pony’s gonna be tonight?”
Blossom rolled her eyes and responded, “Ugh, is that really all you ever think about? Never mind enjoying the music, or spending time with your best friend who you won’t be seeing for the next nine weeks.” She let out a small sigh at the thought of her friend being gone for so long.
“Aww, come on, Blossom. It’s not like I’ll be gone forever, and we can still write. Besides, who says I’m not thinking about spending time with you tonight?” She waggled her eyebrows and winked at her friend.
Blossom rolled her eyes and waved a dismissive hoof, “Yeah, yeah. We’ve been over this before, Cloudy.”
“You know you want it, Blossom!” she teased. “Nopony can resist my good looks and charm, not to mention my... hard-earned skills. I know how to do things that you can’t even imagine. It would be so intense, you would cry into the night, praying to Luna to make it stop, but never wanting it to end.”
A slight blush formed on Blossomforth’s face and she stared off into the distance. After a few moments of lost time, she snapped out of her dream world, shaking the mental images out of her head. “Umm, yeah…” She looked away and ran a hoof through her mane, “You know what? Let’s just head to the party and find a place to hang out ‘til the music starts.”
Blossomforth jumped up and flew across the massive training field with Cloud Kicker in tow. Cloud saw an unoccupied spot and pointed it out to Blossom. It was conveniently close to a table of refreshments, complete with a keg of hard cider.
Cloud looked over all the ponies as they gathered in front of the stage, waiting for the show to begin. She took a quick survey of all the potential candidates for her own private after-party. There were plenty of good looking stallions to chose from and lots of hot fillies, too many to chose just one.
Looks like a good chance for a group session… Speaking of which, I wonder what Rainbow Dash is up to right now. I saw her fly off with Soarin and Spitfire. I bet she’s working on her own group session. Cloud was pulled from her musings by the welcome feeling of a warm pony snuggling up to her side.
Blossomforth laid her head on Cloud’s shoulder and sighed. “You know Cloudy, I’m gonna miss having you around, especially for nine weeks. Hay, even longer if you decide to stay with the Wonderbolts and travel around doing flight shows. That, and you’ll actually have to join the Royal Air Guard. What is the Ponyville weather squad gonna do without its captain and first lieutenant? Losing you and Dash is going to hit us hard…”
Cloud Kicker leaned into Blossom’s warmth, gently stroking her mane to comfort her. “I’ll miss you too Blossom. But I know you can handle the team while we’re away. You’ve done it before while Dash and I were in the hospital. You won’t have any trouble taking care of business this time around either. For tonight, let’s not think about any of that. Let’s just enjoy each other’s company and have some fun.” She smirked as she looked into her friend’s eyes, “Besides, you can find a nice hot stallion to bang all your troubles away. There are plenty to choose from here. I saw the way you’ve been eyeballing their undercarriage these past few days…”
Blossom couldn’t help but secretly crack a smile at that. It was something she had become quite used to hearing over the past few years of companionship with Cloud Kicker. She turned around and looked at her friend with mock disapproval, then said, “You know I’m not like that, Cloudy. Not everypony is as… open as you are all the time. Besides, who says I’m looking for a stallion to keep me company?” She looked into Cloud Kicker’s eyes and whispered into her ear, “I might just have to drag you off to a stray cloud and keep you all to myself.”
Cloud Kicker quirked an eyebrow at that. “That could be arra–”
She was cut off by an explosion of sound and lights. A deafening bassline rumbled through the stadium, followed by a distinctive female voice.
“Aww yeah, it’s party-time! Who’s ready to get this show started?”
The crowd of ponies roared their approval as the DJ took the stage.
“What’s that? I can’t heeear you!”
The crowd let out an epic warcry, clopping their hooves and shouting with all their might. Ponies started jumping against the cloud surface, causing a ripple effect throughout the whole stadium, like a massive waterbed.
Cloud Kicker leaned up to Blossom’s ear and shouted, “I guess we’ll have to continue this discussion later!”
Blossomforth took a quick survey of the crowd before throwing a foreleg around Cloud’s neck and dragging her toward the chaotic mass of ponies.
“Let’s go, we don’t wanna miss the action!”
Cloud trotted alongside her and yelled her reply, “What’s that? You wanna get some action?”
Blossom shot her a mock glare and kept dragging, not bothering to reply.
Meanwhile, the DJ continued her introduction, “Sounds like everypony’s ready for a good time! Vinyl Scratch is here to drop the bass and bring the rain! Let’s do this!” As she finished her sentence, she smashed her hoof down onto a big red button at the top of her control panel. The effect was awe-inspiring.
A thumping bassline exploded from the speakers. Rumbling tremors shook the floor of cloudisseum, blasting the crowd with crashing waves of sound. A fine mist gathered in the air as the clouds began releasing moisture onto the ponies in the crowd. All the while, lasers lit up the night sky, the mist and raindrops serving as a tapestry to paint the background in brilliant color.
The two mares fought their way through the crowd, looking forward to the show of a lifetime.
Though, a least one of the two mares had other things on her mind. She was checking out all the prospects as she busted out her moves on the dance floor… and the prospects were looking good.
Daaaamn, look at the flank on that stallion! Ooh, he is definitely on my bang later list. Right after... her. Gotta start with my unconquered favorites, after all.
She was snatched from her musings by Blossomforth, who immediately noticed that her friend’s dance moves had slowed to a stop. Obviously she had gotten lost in her own world… Again. Blossom pulled her friend into an embrace and looked into her eyes.
She leaned in close to Cloud’s ear and said, “Snap out of it, Cloud. We’re here to have fun at the party. You can worry about your little after-party later. Besides, how could you be worrying about all those other ponies when you’ve got me right here?”
She moved her muzzle within a breath of Cloud’s and held her gaze for a moment longer.
“Don’t you want to spend the night with me, Cloudy?”
They shared a moment gazing into each other’s eyes, when suddenly, the music screeched to a halt. A brilliant flash and an explosion of thunder broke their reverie. They regained their sight from the blinding streak of lightning just in time to see a dark chariot descending from the clouds above. A dark chariot being pulled by two of the sexiest creatures alive: Bat ponies.
Cloud Kicker’s jaw dropped as she saw the two stallions land the chariot amongst the parting crowd of ponies. She could see the rippling muscles beneath their rugged stone-grey coats. Their pointed ears and quietly flapping leathery wings only added to their overall mystique. She instantly felt moist between her hind legs.
It. Is. On!
They unhooked from the lavish velvet-lined harness and shook off the moisture from the misty skies. Cloud wished that moment could be frozen in time, only so she could gaze upon it a moment longer. It was perfect. Their stone grey fur gleamed in the light of the stage behind them. Their handsome, chiseled jawlines and long, flowing manes made her lose herself in fantasy, only to be found moments later by Blossom as she waved her hoof in front of Cloud’s face.
“Well, I can see who you really want to bang tonight… It’s okay, I’ll just go find somepony else to satisfy my lustful desires.”
“Oh, come on, Blossom! Did you see how hot they are? I mean, have you ever banged a bat pony? We should totally try to tag team with them!”
“Seriously, Cloudy? Do you really think that two of Luna’s personal night guard would be so unprofessional that they would abandon their charge and commit acts of debauchery?”
“Um... yes?”
Blossom rolled her eyes. “Really, Cloud? I think your brain is fried from all that high-altitude flying you’ve been doing.”
“Yes seriously, Blossom. Think about it: how many ponies can say that they have spent the night with a lunar stallion? I bet they don’t get to be in a crowd of hot fillies like ourselves every day, either. Odds are on our side when it comes to them being... adventurous tonight. I think we can pull it off with a little bit of effort. What do you say, Blossom? Let’s give it a try. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Cloud, last time you asked me that, you almost got eaten by a hydra.”
“Yeah, but that was a hydra. These are ponies! That was totally different. And they are totally sexy.”
Blossomforth took a long look at the ponies in question. They are pretty sexy… Then, she looked back over to Cloud. And she looks so pitiful. She sighed aloud. How does she always do this to me?
With a final groan of protest, she succumbed to her friend’s pleading. “Okay… I’m in.”
Cloud Kicker raised an eyebrow her way. “You what?”
Blossomforth spoke up louder. “I said, I’m in. Let’s do it.”
Cloud kicker shook her head for a moment to try and clear out the fuzz from the lingering effects of the music. “I’m sorry, did you just say you would?”
Blossom glanced back at the chariot before responding, “Yes! Now let’s get over there before they disappear into the crowd!”
She pushed past Cloud kicker and headed for the chariot. The princess of the night and her two escorts were making their way through the crowd, toward the stage. In an act of sheer willpower, she picked up her pace to pursue them before she changed her mind.
Somehow, I think I’m gonna regret this.