Taking Potshots: Crackshipping Rainbow Dash and Adagio Dazzle

by bahatumay

Chapter 16

Competitions didn’t have to be purely physical to be fun. Still, there was nothing like the heart-pounding effects of a good race.

Except when you lost.

Adagio’s eyes widened as the little symbol for ‘approaching hazard’ appeared behind her kart. “No, no, no, no, no!” she protested, but the green projectile slammed into the back of her racer, sending her spinning... and letting Rainbow’s racer dart ahead. Try as she might, it was too close to the finish line, and when she crossed it, the times blinked on the screen, showing that her kart had dropped from first place to fourth. “How-?!” She looked disbelievingly between the screen and Rainbow. “That wasn’t even a homing one!”

Rainbow just laughed uproariously.

Adagio scowled as her losing streak now increased by one (and the scores tallied and her racer slid down a slot); but quickly managed to control herself again. “Ha. Bet you wish you’d agreed to play strip-racing after all, huh?” she ribbed.

Rainbow chuckled. “Nah. I know Pinkie’s schedule.” She checked her watch. “Party’s over and cue Sonata-”

The door burst open. “Who’s up for leftover cake?” Sonata shrieked, holding the tray overhead with both hands. Had she kicked in her own door?

“-now,” Rainbow finished.

“That better not be buttercream, or you’re eating it now or burning it all,” Adagio called. “That does not go in my fridge.”

“Fight me and my buttery-creaminess!” was Sonata’s only reply.

Rainbow shook her head. For an ever so brief moment, she regretted being an only child. As annoying, irritating, and frustrating as Sonata was, she was part of her life now.

Adagio gently took Rainbow’s wrist and held her hand up against her chest. “I’d be completely topless right now, all I’m saying,” she said softly.

Rainbow flinched and quickly pulled her hand away. She glanced over at Sonata, checking if she’d seen, but she was in the little kitchenette, her back to them, shoveling cake into her mouth.

Adagio raised an eyebrow, but then realized. “She knows.”

Rainbow jumped. “She knows?!”

“Knows what?” Sonata asked. “That you two are like-” here she held up both hands above her head with her fingers pointed like a V, and aggressively jammed them together, complete with some very un-sexy grunting.

Rainbow sighed and rolled her eyes. She hated sirens.

“Haven't tried that one yet, actually,” Adagio mused.

Rainbow choked. She really hated sirens. She looked over at Adagio, jaw dropped, flushing bright red and wordlessly demanding an explanation.

Adagio shrugged. “You're cute when you're blushing.”

Rainbow resisted the temptation to throw her controller at her. She turned back to Sonata. “Who else knows?” she demanded weakly.

Sonata held up one finger. “Pinkie.”

Rainbow grunted. Pinkie would know.

“And that's it,” Sonata said. She shoved another piece of cake in her mouth and spoke without swallowing. “I figured you wanted to come out in your own way, and I should respect that.”

Rainbow blinked. That... was surprisingly nice of her.

“Also I know your friends are going to freak that you’re sleeping with a siren.”

Rainbow looked at her flatly. “We do more than just that, Sonata.”

Adagio grinned. “But we are good at it.”

Rainbow did throw her controller this time. But then she started thinking. “You’re right,” she said. “I haven’t told them, and I really should.”

Adagio nodded. “How are you going to do it?”

Rainbow tapped her chin in thought. “I’m sure I’ll think of something. Come on, we’ve got another race in this cup.” She looked around. “Where’s my contr-?”

Adagio looked at her innocently, feigning ignorance about the controller down her shirt. “What?”

---

“Hey, girls. Remember how we used to give Rarity flack for wanting to find a boyfriend?” Rainbow struck a triumphant pose and jabbed her thumb at herself. “Well, I beat her to it.”

“Rainbow?”

“Yeah?”

Adagio pointed down to her crotch. “Not a boy.”

Rainbow pursed her lips. “Right, right.”

“You've seen.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You've tast-”

“Alright, it wasn't a good choice of words, I get it!” Rainbow grunted in irritation and dragged her hand through her hair. “Let me think.”

Adagio retrieved a nail file and didn't say anything, but a little smile played at her lips. This had been going on all morning, and it was pretty entertaining. As much as Rainbow played it cool, she really did care about her friends, and she definitely wanted to do it right.

Rainbow paced a little more around Adagio’s room. “Gotta think of something. Uh, how about, hey, girls, I've been seeing someone.”

“‘Seeing someone’? That's a bit dated.”

“Ok, ok. Uh, try… Hey, girls. This is Adagio Dazzle. She's my girlfriend.”

Adagio inspected her fingernails. “I think they know who I am by now.”

“Ugh!” Rainbow buried her face in her hands. “This is crazy. Why is this so difficult?”

Adagio shrugged and retrieved her phone from the floor, tugging it free of the charger.

“I just…” Rainbow exhaled. “I hate to say it, but Sonata’s right. I don't like keeping it a secret. Us a secret. It feels wrong.”

Adagio smirked. “Ooh, so proud of landing me you just have to share it with the world.” She buffed her nails again her shirt. “Well, I am quite the catch.”

“Something like that,” Rainbow said flippantly. “But none of my ideas sound good!” She started pacing again. “Ok. How about, hey, girls, meet my newly reformed-?”

“Pass,” Adagio interrupted loftily as she poked at her phone. “That makes me sound like a declawed cat.” She raised her hand and meowed.

“Well, it worked for Sunset Shimmer!” Rainbow threw her hands up in defeat. “Alright, how would you do it?”

A devilish smile crossed Adagio’s face. “Funny you should ask,” she said, pushing a button on her phone.

Rainbow's phone buzzed with a group message. She pulled it out and flipped it open.

Her heart stopped at the sight. Adagio was laying on her bed, on her side, smiling at the camera with seductive, half-lidded eyes. She was pointing at the bed in front of her, and the accompanying message? “Lost: Rainbow’s Virginity. Last seen here ⬇️”

Rainbow stared, slackjawed. That was her idea?! She slammed the phone shut, as if that could keep that image hidden forever.

Her phone buzzed again, a response to that picture. Rainbow looked at Adagio, betrayal crushing her.

Adagio just smiled.

Far from comforted, Rainbow flipped it open again. It was from Sonata. She had sent a picture from where she was in the kitchen. It was a selfie, and she was making a rude hand gesture to the camera, with the accompanying text “keep it up & ur nxt msg will be ‘found; 1👢 up my 🍑‘ ”

Now that she saw it again, she saw that the group text was just her, Adagio, and Sonata. No one else had gotten it, and definitely not her friends.

Adagio wrapped her arms around her from behind. “I'm teasing,” she said comfortingly. “We'll tell them how and when you want.” She paused, and then a little smile crossed her face. “If you did want to do a post-sex selfie, though, it'd be best to do it sooner rather than later. I bet I could go for-”

“We're not doing that,” Rainbow said flatly.

Adagio shrugged. “Suit yourself.” Her hands drifted lower. Her right hand slid under Rainbow’s shirt and she gently dragged her nails across her skin before pulling back. Rainbow inhaled, enjoying the sensation, but refusing to be distracted for long.

As she continued spitballing ways to tell her friends (she was currently debating having Pinkie Pie set up a ‘I like girls’ party for her and having Adagio bring in the cake), Adagio reached under her shirt and made a surreptitious adjustment. She slid her bra off her body and down the back of her shirt, making sure to keep it out of Rainbow’s sight. She reached up and pulled her shirt tightly across her breasts, letting her nipples poke through the fabric. “Maybe you should take a break, do something a bit different,” she purred. “I'd be happy to help with anything you'd like to do.”

Rainbow stood up. “Actually, yeah! I think I'll go for a run. That always helps clear my mind.” She hurried over and pulled on her running shoes, quickly laced them up, and looked up expectantly. “You’re coming, right?”

“No, I meant…” Adagio winced, dropping her hands and resigning herself to a very long, exhausting evening, with lots of Rainbow waiting for her and doing burpees and jump-ups while Adagio struggled breathlessly to catch up. “I'll… get my tennis shoes.”

Rainbow started the run as she did most of them, jogging in place by the bedroom door as Adagio made her way over.

However, she did something unexpected as Adagio reached for the doorknob. Rainbow grabbed her from behind around the waist, and with a quick little pop of her hips, threw Adagio onto the bed. She landed with a startled grunt, face down on the bed, with Rainbow sitting on her back.

“Just kidding,” Rainbow said, resting her hands on Adagio’s back and grabbing a fistful of her sportsbra strap. “I knew what you were actually offering.”

Adagio rolled over underneath her and scowled. “You're a filthy tease,” she said, but one side of her mouth twitched up in a proud smile.

Rainbow smirked. “I learned from the best.”

Adagio smiled and touched the tips of her fingers to her chin. “You're too kind.”

There was a brief pause.

Rainbow slid back a bit. “No, seriously, though.” She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. “Take your shirt off or I will go for a run.”

Adagio grinned as she grabbed the hem of her workout shirt.

---

Sonata opened the door and grinned. “Hi Adagio! Smells good!” she said.

Adagio grinned. “It's just rice with a little garlic. But yeah. It's pretty good.”

“Someone’s in a good mood.”

Adagio shrugged. “It's been a good day.”

“I'm sure,” Sonata said.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Adagio asked.

Sonata spun Adagio’s discarded bra around her finger. “I dunno.”

Finally realizing what she was getting at, Adagio ignored her.

“I think Rainbow Dash has been good to you. You're not a complete butt all the time anymore.”

“Stuff it, or I will burn your rice,” Adagio threatened.

Sonata shrugged and skipped away.

‘Burn your rice?’ Adagio scowled at nothing in particular. She was getting soft.

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