Rainbow Dash learns that pulling pranks in the Wonderbolt academy can be a bad idea (Or a very good one)
Life in the Wonderbolt academy can be rough, and when you are a prankster like Rainbow Dash, Spitfire shows you just how 'rough' it can get.
This is a story loosely based around a role-play me and my awesome rp friend did a long time ago. I added a bunch of new details that were not in the original and focused more on character insight rather then being so dialogue heavy, as role-play tends to do. This is obviously a NSFW story and has slight BDSM. And if you didn't know already this is a Rainbow X Spitfire pairing. May have extra tags added later depending on how the story goes.
Rainbow Dash was extremely nervous, not that it showed. She hardly ever displayed her weakness. Not here anyway. To be a Wonderbolt she knew the slightest sign of weakness would be detected and attacked. Regardless, just under her hard shell, she was a wreak. Spitfire rarely called ponies into her office out of the clear blue sky, and when she did, more often than not they left her office in tears and missing their flying pin. In fact…no pony who had been called in before was really seen at the academy afterwards.
Knowing all this, it made perfect sense Rainbow Dash was freaking out.
She kept stone faced however and showed no hints of her inner worry. Despite all this, she was still shaky hooved once she was finally told to enter the office.
Spitfire was looking over a few files once the Cyan mare walked through her door way. Not even caring to look her in the face, she told Dash to take a seat. Not wanting to leave this office in the same condition as other ponies, she did as she was told. Dash sat there, wondering what those files could be. Did she find out about her and Lightning dust? Were those files pictures of them fooling around in the showers? Or maybe there was a health and welfare inspection she didn’t know about and they found her little stallion toy? Either of those were bad enough to get her expelled from the program…‘Oh Celestia,’ Rainbow prayed to herself ‘If I am not found out I will never peep on Applejack again…’
Finally, the hot maned instructor closed the folder that she was looking at and shifted her gaze up to Rainbow Dash. Her eyes were cool as ice from behind those sunglasses and she had that demeanor about her that seriously discouraged bucking around with her. “Rainbow Dash.” She stated cooly. Rainbow kept her best poker face on as she responded. “Yes ma’am?”
“Do you know why I called you in here?” Spitfire asked simply. Rainbow Dash was prepared for this; it was a simple trick to get ponies to confess to crimes that the commander might not know about. Rainbow Dash spent enough time avoiding her parents’ punishment to know that lame trick. She dodged it as easily as she did her normal weather job. “No, ma’am, I have no idea why I was called in here.”
“Are you sure? I know for a fact you at least have a clue.” She stared her down as she persisted. Dash stayed strong however and once again denied any indication that she knew why she was in there. “Sorry ma’am, but I do not know why you called me in here.” And it wouldn’t be Rainbow Dash if she didn’t add a little flair “Unless your intention is to tell me I am graduating early, but I wanted to remain humble ma’am.” She gave the barest sign of a huge grin she was hiding under her face. Spitfire had no such reaction to Rainbow Dash’s joke.
“No Dash, I called you in here because of this.” She threw the file across the desk and it slid right up to Rainbow Dash. She dared not touch it. “In that file is the reason you’re here, and the reason you may not be here much longer.” Spitfire warned, or rather, threatened. “Go on Dash, open it.” Spitfire prodded the young recruit. Rainbow, suddenly back on the defensive, went along with the order and opened the file. It took every ounce of will power she had to show no reaction to the photo, although a pony of lesser salt couldn’t have restrained their laughter. In the photo, Snowflake was stuck to his partner via a cotton candy cloud. For the cloud in question, there were a few left over from Discord’s brief rule and Rainbow kept a few just in case the time ever came that she could use them in a prank. Thankfully the Wonderbolt academy had plenty of those chances, and the photo before her was proof of that.
“You think that is funny Dash? Those ponies had to be shaved to work the cotton candy out of there coat’s and manes!” She yelled at her “You didn’t think that maybe the cloud had gotten wet did you?” Spitfire questioned Dash “Well it was, so it stuck to them like super glue, and now they have to trot and fly around completely bare! Do you know how cold it get’s here?” Dash really didn’t expect the clouds to be wet, though now she was seriously regretting her prank. She never meant to cause any harm with her pranks. Expulsion was easily a possibility now.
“Were this a normal prank,” She started “You wouldn’t even be in here. You’d be issued a warning from your primary instructor.” She sighed and turned around in her chair, avoiding Dash’s eyes, which were soon to be filled with tears “However it was not a normal prank, so you are in here instead. Dash, you have to be punished for your lack of regard to other ponies safety. Which is a real shame, I figured you of all ponies would know this, after the incident with Lightning Dust.” referring back to the time the tornado almost killed her friends.She turned around to face Dash. Rainbow’s heart was going faster than she ever could and she felt a lump forming in her throat. ‘Was this it?’ she asked herself ‘Was it all going to end with a prank gone foul?’ She hoped against hope that this was not the end of her Wonderbolt dream.
What happened next was something Dash never dreamed of, or at least, not in a dream she was ever going to admit having. Spitfire, with speed befitting her name, had Dash’s first forehoof strapped down to the floor, and before she could react, it was quickly joined by her other forehoof. The way in which she was strapped down forced her on the floor, keeping her from standing up, at least on the front. Standing up from the back would only put her in a position most stallions would pay to see. Dash was, not surprisingly, confused. “M-ma’am?” She asked, her outer shell completely destroyed by the unexpected turn of events. Was she being punished medieval style? Was she going to be lashed? Whipped? Flogged? Thought’s of being brutally abused by Spitfire wasn’t as much of a turn on now as it might have been a few minutes ago, because now it implied actual pain.
Spitfire choose to ignore Dashie’s question as she ensured her rear hooves were also bond into the floor. Dash was now noticing why the floor in her office looked so weird, the metal loops around the office wasn’t just for strapping down important equipment, it could also bound ponies as well. “Ma’am, what are you doing to me?” Rainbow persisted, to which Spitfire finally responded “I already told you, you are being punished.” She reminded Dash.
After testing the bonds, Spitfire took a few steps back to admire her work, as well as Rainbow Dash’s compromising situation.
Rainbow had no idea what was in store for her as her fillyhood hero headed to the nearby locker. She pulled out a small bag and she leaned down in front of Dash “I read in the gabby gums article you’re just a softie with sensitive hooves.” She teased dash, pulling out little multi colored vibrating pills. They looked no bigger than chicken eggs and were shaped like pills. She started strapping them to Rainbow’s hooves with medical tape, and Rainbow was both very confused and extremely embarrassed. Those darn filly’s stupid article even made it all the way to Spitfire’s door step, even worse, it was about to be tested and proven by none other than the orange maned captain of the Wonderbolts. She had a different colored toy strapped to each of her hooves now and they seemed to be wirelessly controlled by the remote now held in Spitfire’s wing. Rainbow could only make that one last connection as soon after Spitfire’s wing flipped a switch and Rainbow’s mind went blank.
Well, not totally blank. More like a burning white hot sensation swept over her, stealing the voice from her throat as she seized up. The vibrator’s were doing exactly what their name implied, and the sensation was almost as intense as the first time Rainbow discovered what her clit was used for (or at least what she used it for). The feeling of all four of her hooves being teased with the lowest setting on the vibrators made her choke on the air, but after closing her eyes and gritting her teeth she only smirked and stared her commander in the eyes.
Spitfire smiled back and kicked the toys up a notch, to medium speed. Rainbow winced as the sensation increased. Under her suit she felt her marehood starting to react to the electric feeling spreading from her hooves to the rest of her body. As if the vibrators were strong enough, Rainbow’s hooves were shaking as much as her bonds would allow and sweat was forming on her forehead. The intensity was a bit suffocating, but Rainbow held it together. Spitfire’s soothing yet firm voice cut through all her other thoughts “How are you feeling Dash?” She whispered and smiled, clearly knowing she had full control. Rainbow was a fighter, and her trademark attitude proved just that as she responded “I-Is that a-all you got…ma’am?” She struggled to say, keeping a majority of her remaining dignity intact. Well, as much dignity as one could keep in such a position. Spitfire was a little shocked, and ever so slightly turned on by Rainbow’s defiance and kicked the vibrators up. Rainbow Dash’s pupils shrank rapidly before she shut her eyes tightly and her jaw clenched down as her pussy clamped shut. The smallest additional sensation would have sent her over the edge, but as Spitfire was only watching, she was held mercilessly at the edge, with no relief in sight. Rainbow however held on, and though tears were now staining her blue cheeks, she gave her commander no satisfaction of breaking her.
Spitfire suddenly felt hot and so she started unbuttoning her commander’s coat. She had no idea how much more this turned Dash on once she did finally get one of her eyes open. She kept the other closed in the face of the overwhelming sensations her hero was putting her through for her prank. She couldn’t even speak with her throat tightening up on her.
With her coat off and her glasses neatly folded on the desk Spitfire still felt warm. It wasn’t that hot of a day, but she felt like she was in full uniform in Los Pegasus all over again. She looked down at the squirming rainbow haired student on the floor, she was totally bent to her will. Or so she thought. Rainbow once again smiled and looked up with her one open eye, furrowed in defiance “I…I h-hardly…feel…” She let out a breath and quickly sucked it back in “F-feel a thing!” She shouted. While it was clear Rainbow was in distress, and her voice made that quite obvious, it was sure that her sprit was all but broken. Spitfire however had one last trick up her sleeve. Though her own snatch was starting to glisten, she passed right by Rainbow Dash and placed her hoof on the door knob leading to another room of the office “Think I’ll leave you here for an hour or so then.” Rainbows eyes were full of shock. An hour? Stuck like this? She looked to the table, and the remote was there, just out of reach. Plus, with it there she knew Spitfire had no intention of lowering or shutting off those darn pills on the bottoms of her hooves. She wanted to cry, and tears were already dripping down her face. She caved. “N-no! Wa…wait…” Rainbow pleaded as she heard the door creak open. Spitfire’s grin curled up her face. “Yes?” She said as sweetly as she dared allow herself to sound. Rainbow didn’t want to say it, but knew she was stuck otherwise. She lifted her head and turned around as much as she could to see her instructor and uttered in a low tone of voice “Could you…uh…” She groaned against the pleasure in her hooves and the agony of being made to ask “Could you h-help me?” She finally said.
Spitfire wanted a little more fun though. She craved to hear more from her broken student. “With what?” She said with mock ignorance. Rainbow looked forward and lowered her sweaty forehead to the ground. “Are y-you really going to m-make me say it?” She said feeling a little annoyed, but mostly ashamed. Spitfire wanted to giggle with how thoroughly Rainbow had given in. She wasn’t normally so giddy about this sort of thing, but hearing it from the hot headed Rainbow Dash just made her loins burn with desire. Rainbow Dash’s submissiveness was like a drug to the Captain. She continued to play the part of the fool “Say what?” Spitfire asked, keeping her voice innocent yet also full of bedroom allure.
Rainbow banged her head into the floor. She was gonna make her say it. She took a deep shaky breath and swallowed the remnants of her pride. The burning in her pussy reminded her that she had no other choice. “C-could you…” She paused, only to smell the mixture of both their sexs in the air. Wait…both? She turned around again to look at Spitfire. Her vision was blurry, but she was sure there was a small sparkle of fluid running down Spitfire’s rear legs. Suddenly, Rainbow understood where this was headed and regained her voice. “C-could you…” She smiled to herself and summoned her own bedroom voice. “Punish me for being a naughty little mare?” She felt her cheeks flush dark red with total embarrassment. She would never in her life consider saying that to any other pony, and even saying it to Spitfire took a sexual torture chamber to get her this far. Spitfire was glad she broke eye contact with that last phrase because it nearly made her jaw fall off. Rainbow made a total one eighty from her defiance to her submissiveness, but this was not something she ever expected to hear from little Dashie. She slowly closed her mouth, noticing her own face was burning with a hot blush, blending well with her yellow coat. “You softie.” She grinned and shut the vibrators off, finally freeing Rainbow’s mind, but her body was still a wreck with weakness and unbearable lust. She would need to thoroughly wash her suit when this was all said and done. Spitfire took the toys off, and Rainbow was thankful it was medical tape, as it caused the least amount of pain, and hardly took any of her fur off. Spitfire then unlatched her captive, allowing Dash to get up…well, if she had the strength.
Spitfire helped her biggest fan to her hooves, and although she was trembling from her arousal, she took sure hoofing, using her outstretched wings for balance. “Follow me.” She said simply and left her office keeping an eye out for any on lookers. Thankfully there were none, as they were in a training exercise. Rainbow thanked Luna for the cover and they quickly made their way across the field to Spitfire’s personal quarters.
The motions of entering the room, closing and locking the door, and stripping off Rainbow Dashes fur tight suit could were so fast that they could easily pass for a new academy record. The smell she released once her soaked suit hit the floor was a mixture of Rainbow Dash after a hard day’s flight and a very needy Dashie, which greatly served to thrill her red hot instructor even further. The two mares wasted little time and fully engaged in locking lips. They awkwardly tumbled to the floor during their messy make out session. They giggled, kissed and rolled around like a couple of high school fillys. Both flyers had an ever growing hot sensation in their loins that longed to be put out, and Rainbow was the first to act, still being very submissive from earlier.
“How much do you want it Dash?” Spitfire asked casting her those ever effective bedroom eyes while getting on the bed.
“More than anything else in Equestria right now…” Rainbow replied with a raspy, lust filled voice as she approached her instructor slowly. Noticing how wet she was Dash took back some of her pride by making another witty comment “And you called ME soft” a smirking Rainbow joked as Spitfire simply spread her legs wide and leaned back, offering herself up “Well…” She said nothing more, as Dash needing nothing more. Spitfire blushed redder then an apple as Rainbow took control of the situation, her breathing escalated seeing the vibrant mane of her pupil headed down between her legs. She held in her breath when finally she felt Rainbow’s tongue touch her inner thigh, dangerously close to her leaking hole. The tease frustrated her but she allowed Dash to continue at her own pace.
Rainbow smirked as she slowly got her revenge. Licking everywhere except the one place Spitfire needed it most. The cocky Wonderbolt gave not so subtle hints, like a moan, and a leg twitch, but Rainbow blew them off as she continued to tease her. She licked those wet lips, and just above her pulsing clit, but intentionally avoided getting to where she knew she was most wanted.
Spitfire was seeing black spots and her rear hooves were shaking with no control over them. She had enough and grabbed her student by the mane with her well worked wing, pulled her back, then shoved her arrogant student muzzle first right where she desperately craved that mares tongue.
Poor Dashie did not see the attack coming, but she knew exactly what to do now before making Spitfire even worse. She started slipping her tongue in and out of the wet honey pot that was before her. The taste was slightly bitter, but strangely addicting. Each slurp of her constricted walls quickly prompted the next, going into a cycle of mare carpet munching. Dash was a little happy that Spitfire shoved her there now; she was starting to tease herself with all that ‘beating around the bush’ so to speak.
Spitfire sighed in Celestia blessed relief as the energetic Pegasus below her worked her hole with skill. The way her tongue ever so slowly went into her and then quickly retreated…her furry muzzle rubbing against her joy buzzer…sweet shining starts this mare knew how to munch box.
Not to mention Dash loved every second of it. Eating out her hero? So AWESOME! Her measured licks became wilder and even more animal like as she started licking the whole area like a dog would from a bowl of water. At he end of each lick she would flick her tongue over her captains clit. It was then that Rainbow heard something very amusing, (and would never let her brash instructor forget). At the end of every flick of her tongue, Spitfire would moan like a little filly. No matter how fast she did it, or how slow, every flick got that cute little moan from her. Rainbow played around a little with her new noise maker, going very slowly and drawing out a long sexy moan, or doing a rapid series of licks making her sound like a mare getting done up against a wall by a well hung stallion.
Spitfire was panting heavily as sweat started to build on her forehead and everywhere else on her body. She was so hot she felt like she was in the sauna after a show. It was dripping down her chest and over her legs even. When Rainbow would break away from Spitfire’s puffed lips, she licked some of the sweat up from her thighs which tasted very salty. It also gave Spitfire just enough cool down time to extend the feelings the cyan pony was giving her. This was even better then the time she had a fling with a unicorn who used his magic to excite all her areas at once. Apparently nothing beats a mares tongue.
“W-where did you learn to do t-this?” Spitfire breathlessly asked, truly curious where she got all this skill. Rainbow pulled away long enough to take a few quick breaths and answered “Me and Fluttershy were really close…” and quickly went back to work, keeping her teacher on the edge. Rainbow then displayed the skill with which she could operate her wings, by bringing one wing over to her own pussy and sliding it in an out a few times. Then she pulled out her dripping wet wing and used her hooves to spread open Spitfire’s flanks. Spitfire hardly registered what the tricky flyer was up to, and realized only too late what her intentions were. Before she could raise a voice in protest, Rainbow started teasing Spitfire ‘s delicate plot hole with her now wet wing. Her cry to stop was quickly reduced to a pathetic moan which steadily grew in volume with each breath, until she was moaning for more.
Rainbow Dash spread those yellow flanks ever further and with a strong shove, she pushed her wing into the unused back door of Spitfire. She cried out in brief pain from the intense new feeling, but it faded quickly thanks to its small size and it lubrication. Rainbow’s licking also made the pain hard to remember. Wanting to tend to herself as well, Rainbow used her unused wing to give her own twat a similar treatment. Rainbow slowly pumped her wing in and out of Spitfire’s tail hole while licking and sucking her clit, assaulting her on both ends, while also working her own pussy with her other wing.
Spitfire couldn’t take much more and she grabbed Rainbows head with her wings, holding her face in place. This signaled Rainbow Dash to go into over drive, nothing able to take away the smile she wore on the inside, not even the rough way Spitfire was pulling her mane. In fact it only worked to make her hornier. Her pussy drenching her wing was solid proof of that.
The room was full of the smells of both mares getting worked over by Rainbow Dash, and the sounds of Rainbow noisily slurping away at Spitfires pussy. Any stallion stupid enough to enter this room would get his hard by the smell alone, not to mention the sight he’d see. Luckily Spitfire’s room was off limits, so no random stallions or mares would walk in on this.
Rainbow’s plot plundering wing was getting tired from forcing itself into the reluctant hole of Spitfire and the fact that The captain was clenching on it so hard caused more pain, so she just left it there. The breath of both mares reached a fever pitch and like the apex of a song, both mares moaned in ecstasy as the long awaited orgasm rocked both their bodies harder than any flying stunt short of a sonic rainboom could. Spitfire’s plot hole clamped down so hard in her moment of climax that Rainbow felt she might break something, but she was in so much pleasure she’d hardly notice as she made a small puddle on the floor below her, dripping off her wing.
As both mares took several deep breaths to calm down, Rainbow painfully removed both her wings from their respective holes and rested them to her sides as she fell unto her back. Spitfire was panting as she fell to her back long ago…or at least it felt long ago. After what felt like an hour of afterglow, but was really only ten minutes Spitfire sat up rubbing her eyes. She looked down at the passed out mare and chuckled. She looked to the clock and decided she had some time. She hefted the surprisingly light pony up into the bed with her and pulled her back close against her chest. She covered them both with a blanket and circled her wing around Rainbow in a Pegasus embrace. Her last thoughts being that of worry.
Instructors were forbidden from intimate relationships with students.
Rainbow Dash opened her mouth in a huge yawn and opened her bright magenta eyes to see her yellow lover on the other side of her bed. Or she would if she was there. No, Rainbow Dash was alone, in her own bed in the barracks. That’s weird, she last remembered passing out with Spitfire, and then had a vague memory of being hauled up into her bed with her holding her…she felt so peaceful in bed with Spitfire…
Yet here she was, totally alone. She made her way out of bed and looked to the calendar. It was Saturday, cool, no practice today. She left the barracks and searched around for Spitfire, but simply couldn’t find her. Something was off, Spitfire always spent her Saturdays out on the field helping the less speedy ponies fly laps. The ponies were there, and laps were being made, but Spitfire was noticeably lacking. She checked the mess hall, her office and even risked getting in trouble by checking her personal quarters. No Spitfire, but there was a note on the dresser draw. Dash respected Spitfire’s personal space, but the letter had Rainbow’s name on it. Double checking to make sure no instructors were around, Rainbow crept inside and closed the door behind her. She unraveled the scroll with her wings and read it in a whisper to herself.
Rainbow Dash,
If you are reading this you have (finally) woken up. I decided to take the day off and visit Ponyville, and perhaps pick up a few things. I might be inclined to stay the night if a “certain somepony” would like me to come over to their house…I am sure you catch my meaning Dashie.
Rainbow blushed, normally she’d sock a pony right in the muzzle for calling her that, but she made an exception for Spitfire…and sometimes Fluttershy. She noticed some extra script at the bottom.
P.S. Don’t bother trying to hide my toys…I brought them with me
It’s like she was in her head.
Spitfire was trotting about Ponyville, in disguise of course. This small town had a bad habit of over-reacting to stars. Or that’s what she gathered from the short lived fame of Fluttershy, one of Photo Finish’s models. She was wondering if Rainbow Dash had finally woken up when the mare herself gently landed at the step of the Sugar Cube Corner. “Fancy meetin you here.” She said trying to sound cool.
“I see my sleeping beauty has finally woken up.” She smiled and lowered her hood, feeling safer with a local Ponyville resident. “Wanna have some sweets? I am sure Pinkie Pie would be happy to serve us.” Rainbow tried acting smooth and placed a wing on Spitfire, but Spitfire turned down her advances by gently placing her wing back on her side “Er, yes, we can get something to eat. I am not terribly hungry, but I can have a little something.” Spitfire said looking around nervously.
“What’s wrong Fire? Something ruffling your feathers?” Rainbow asked noting with some hint of depression that her wing was removed from her lovers back. Spitfire responded immediately and hastily “Just fine Rainbow, let’s just get inside and have our snack.” She said literally pushing the blue mare into the shop from behind using her head.
Once inside they noticed it was actually pretty busy, but Pinkie, with her never ending well of energy, seemed to be in more than one place at a time, serving customers at the desk and also taking orders from dine in customers. Had Rainbow not known any better, she would think her act impossible. Spitfire however was new to Ponyville and its eccentric little pink party pony. Never had she seen an earth pony move so fast, no, not even that, never had she seen any living creature move that fast. She was slightly spellbound before Rainbow pulled a slight role reversal and pushed Spitfire, mouth agape, to one of the few open booths.
“How does she-” Spitfire started before Rainbow stopped her
“We just learned to accept it. It’s a lot easier for us to not try and figure her out. Try too hard and your brain’ll hurt.” She chuckled a little. It was odd how easily she was able to speak around Spitfire. She was never so…casual in her speech before. It was like she was a different pony when she was around this particular Wonderbolt. Spitfire wasn’t taking note of Rainbow’s speech however as the slightly scary ball of energy neared the table. She feared she was a ticking time bomb of confetti ready to burst at the slightest bit of stimulation. Rainbow noticed this nervousness and tried to ease her out of an awkward encounter “Hey Pinkie, This is my instructor from the academy, Spitfire.”
“Pinkie smiled, much larger than most ponies could, and gave Spitfire a quick and high pitched “Hi!” Spitfire steeled herself. She was totally acting out of character; she was the friggen Captain of the most daring group of flyers Equestria had ever seen since Fire Fly herself. She looked Pinkie right in her blue eyes, took a deep breath and said “Hello Pinkie Pie.” (What? You expected more? This isn’t a grim dark silly filly)
Having taken the all vital step in establishing communication, the rest of the visit seemed to fly by rather smoothly, but Rainbow was becoming increasingly concerned with every denied touch, every turned down sign of affection. Was last night just a fling for Spitfire? If that was the case, why invite her out for a day out in Ponyville? And why was the letter so suggestive? Was she being lead on? Rainbow Dash refused to be played, even if it was her hero. She was getting answers, and she was getting them now. After she paid for the meal, she took off into the air “Come on Spitfire, let’s go to my place. You can drop your bag off there so you don’t have to carry it around everywhere. Don’t worry, Tank won’t get to it, he is just a turtle.”
Somewhere Fluttershy shivered. Twilight asked her what was wrong “I-I don’t know. I just feel like somewhere, somepony mis-identified an animal…” Twilight rolled her eyes and went back down on the yellow Pegasus, giving the animal caretaker a completely different kind of shudder.
Rainbow opened the door to her place and allowed Spitfire in first. Once inside Rainbow closed the door and just as she was about o asked her that question, the one where she was going to ask why Spitfire was being so distant, her words were pushed back down her throat as Spitfire grabbed her and shoved her tongue in her mouth, kissing Rainbow Dash harder then Rainbow ever remembered being kissed. Her eyes shot open with shock with a slightly shocked ‘mmm’ leaving her mouth before lowering to a lower pitch as Rainbow’s eyes drooped down and she wrapped her hooves around Spitfires neck enjoying the sudden kiss. Spitfire pulled away, a small string of saliva connecter her lips to Rainbow Dash’s before breaking off. “Celestia, I have been waiting all day to do that.”
Rainbow was confused now, which was at least better than the disappointed anger she had before. So she asked anyway “Why have you been avoiding my advances all day?” She said with a bit of anger “Every kiss you dodged, every touch you avoided and you didn’t say you loved me once…” Rainbow finally let her feelings be known. It hurt more than she expected to say it out loud and she felt a little heat behind her eyes. She seriously didn’t want to let those tears fall, not here…not in front of her…She was making a valiant effort to hold them back. All her efforts were for not as Spitfire feel to her flanks and looked away. “Rainbow…I do love you. Very much…and it was awful having to avoid your affection. It hurt so much…but I had to.” Spitfire explained, keeping her gaze away from Rainbow Dash, whose face was quickly becoming stained by her tears “In the academy…it’s prohibited for instructors to have relationships with students…If word spreads we are a thing, I will lose my job, and you’ll be bucked from the academy.” Spitfire finished looking up at Rainbow with tears threatening to pour from her eyes. Rainbow simply stared back at her, dark blue lines running from her big dark pink eyes down to her chin where her tears was dripping onto the cloud under her
“We…we can’t…” Rainbow said almost silently. Spitfire shared her sentiments but kept a strong face for her young fan and lover. “I-it’s ok though. If we can keep this a secret until you graduate, nothing stops us from seeing each other then.” Spitfire encouraged her. This seemed to lift Rainbow Dash’s spirits, as well her whole frame actually as she flapped her wings a bit. “Really?” She asked interested “Yes Dash, Wonderbolts can date other Wonderbolts. BUT you have to keep what we do a SECRET.” She stared firmly as she took to the air beside her. “That mean you have to stop being so touchy in public and you need to speak to me on a professional level. Understood ‘recruit’?” She questioned Dash with a smirk and her commander’s voice. “Please, professional is my middle name!” She bragged, to which Spitfire could only ask “I thought her middle name was danger? Rainbow Professional Danger Dash?” While Spitfire pondered the length and legitimacy of her student’s name, Rainbow Dash took Spitfire’s bag to her room, but as she turned to leave her room she trotted right into her instructor, who planted a kiss on her which could easily rival that of the one she just got. Her face was flushed a fire cart red and the only noise she could make was a muffled “Mmm!”
Spitfire pressed the kiss into her pupil hard, driving her back and back until Rainbow’s taught flank cheeks bumped into her own bed, causing the kiss train to come to an abrupt stop. Before Rainbow could protest, not that she wanted to at this point, Spitfire used her forehooves to push rainbow up and over onto the bed, making the smaller faster Pegasus land on her back, wings spread wide as the bed gently accepted her awkward landing. Spitfire used a wing assisted jump to mount the cyan mare and giggled slightly before lowering herself into a kiss. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Soarin was pretty ticked off. First Spitfire insists on handling all the important things for this class, and suddenly she wants a day off. He was left with double duty and his wings were sore. In fact he was so tired it took him a good minute to realize he accidentally stepped into the wrong room. “Good thing Spitfire ISN’T here…if she was she rip me a new plot for coming in here.” He looked around; he never had a chance to see his captain’s room before. It was moderately decorated and honestly fairly boring. Nothing at all like he imagined. Before he left he noticed an out of place note on her cabinet. Soarin wasn’t your typical snooper, but this note just begged him to read it, so he did. “Blah blah blah…Dashie…blah blah blah…Toys? What is she…?” He asked himself and the gears started turning in his head. He was suddenly VERY glad he stepped into the wrong room. Once it was lights out at the academy, he snuck out and headed to Ponyville, camera in hoof.
Spitfire’s tongue was invasive and strong, wrestling with Dashie’s own in her mouth, kissing her with a passion rivaled only by their love for speed. Despite the obsession to go fast however, Spitfire intended to take her time with this, a slow tease to rile the cyan mare into a frenzy. She lifted her back leg into Dash’s crotch, her knee pressing into her filly maker. Rainbow’s eyes opened in shock as Spitfire ground her knee into her pussy. She moaned softly, but urgently, unable to fight off the sudden onset of sensations or the Pegasus who brought them upon her.
“What’s wrong Dashie?” Spitfire taunted “Something bothering you?” She emphasized her language with a slow grind against her slit which ran right up into her cilt. Rainbow gasped as her most sensitive of areas was stallion-handled by her teasing teacher. She caught her breath though, as well as her voice, and gripped the sheets (as best as hooves could anyway) and summoned the clear voice to fire back with more attitude then Spitfire expected.
“If that’s the b-best you got, then you might as well GIVE me a Wonderbolt uniform!” She smirked, even as one eye of hers was closed against the slowly stimulated area down south. Spitfire smiled; there was the Rainbow Dash she loved. She pressed her face into Dash’s and kissed her again, Dash accepted it greedily and even pushed her face back into Spitfire, gaining a little ground for dominance, despite all that was going on to her body from Spitfire’s strategically placed knee. Spitfire pulled back just enough to open her eyes and look deep into the magenta sea of Rainbow Dash’s eyes. Rainbow couldn’t help but blush
“Wh-what are you starin’ at?” She asked, trying to look away, but captivated by the burning orange of her lover’s gaze.
Spitfire grinned subtly as she chose her response carefully “Only the most beautiful mare to grace my academy” She brushed a lock of Rainbow’s prismatic mane from her face as Rainbow looked away clearly embarrassed by her teacher’s blatant flirting. She smiled her goofy smile and locked eyes once more with her loving partner.
“Aw stop being all mushy about it.” She said before getting up on her elbows and kissing Spitfire. Despite her protests, she couldn’t help but think that was the sweetest thing anypony had ever told her.
Soarin landed outside Rainbow Dash’s cloud mansion, dressed all in black, minus a small oval hole for his eyes. Thanks to the academies’ files, he easily found Rainbow’s address. He scouted out the area; his hoof falls completely silent as he treaded across the cloud. Using the soft beat of his wings he flew up to the window of what he assumed was Rainbow’s bedroom. It was the guest room, and it was empty. He crawled through the window and landed softly on the carpet. He snuck across the room and opened the door slowly. Nopony was in the hall, so he relaxed a little and walked out of the guest room. Down the hall was a slightly opened door, and from inside he heard the tell tale sounds of his flying partner and their star student.
“S-spitfire…not there…You know I am…ah!~” Rainbow squeaked as Spitfire used the tips of her wings to tease Rainbow Dash’s hooves. “Say it Rainbow” Spitfire said with a playful authority in her voice as Rainbow was overcome with sweet moans and naughty chuckles “N-never!” She fought back. ‘She’s fighting back…how cute’ Spitfire thought to herself before using both wings on both of Rainbow’s rear hooves. Rainbow erupted into laughter and kicked her hooves in a futile effort to get the wings away from her. It tickled like crazy, but it was also making Rainbow extremely hot. Spitfire smiled as Rainbow tried to escape, but her hooves were securely in place now thanks to the rope she brought along with her. “Say it” Spitfire repeated, Rainbow not even able to answer at this point from the laughter. Spitfire didn’t really expect her to say it anyway. Rainbow shook her face from side to side to give her the ‘no’ she already knew she was going to get. Rainbow’s defiance was what turned her on anyway. Breaking her was always half the fun.
Soarin frowned. He came all the way out here to see Spitfire tickle torture Rainbow Dash? “Eh, it’ll be enough to work with.” He whispered to himself as he watched the mares continue their game. He aimed his camera at the two and clicked away, the noise too quiet to be heard over Rainbow’s constant giggling. However things became unexpectedly exciting once the giggling died down.
“Rainbow, what do you think of Soarin?” Spitfire asked, relenting from the tickle war she was winning. Rainbow took a breather as her laughter finally subsided.
“Um…is this a trick question?” Rainbow puzzled, Spitfire simply shook her head, her orange mane swaying only slightly with the motion.
“No, I honestly want to know what you think of him, I won’t be jealous or anything.” She promised. Rainbow looked to the side, her blush from earlier returning as she thought of the male Wonderbolt. She had her fair share of dirty thoughts, and downright fantasies of him, wondering what that skin tight suit was hiding all the time. Still, it was embarrassing to say, so Rainbow kept it basic
“He’s alright” She admitted, her blush ruining her poker face.
“Oh come on Rainbow, I know you think more of him the ‘alright’” She said poking her belly with her forehoof “Admit it, you think about him as much as me, don’t you?” She teased. Rainbow felt her face grow more and more flush each time Spitfire spoke. Each guess was a swift hammer stroke to the head of the answer she wanted to hide. Rainbow had no choice but to nod shamefully, closing her eyes. “It’s true…it’s all true.” She looked off away from Spitfire while saying so. Rainbow’s movements were limited thanks to the rope, and that only helped Spitfire turn her head back to her gaze and she kissed Rainbow gently, reassuring her that she didn’t care who Rainbow had thought about. She knew Rainbow’s heart was hers now, as her heart was Rainbow’s.
Soarin was a smiling fool, taking enough snapshot’s to fill a playpony magazine, or any admirer of the female Wonderbolts. He knew the dim lighting would make for crappy photos but they were good enough to do what he intended to with them.
Spitfire reached down between there kissing bodies and pressed her hoof against Rainbow’s sex, eliciting a moan from the cyan pony’s lips once again. She pressed her hips up, her body begging for more, and Spitfire obliged, dragging the hard part of her hoof from the bottom of her lips up to the top, pausing only a moment at the top to swirl her hoof in a small circle, teasing Rainbow’s swollen love nub. Rainbow choked a little on her own words as Spitfire worked the little mare the way she knew best and kept the motions going. Drag up, circle around, and pull back, no rinse necessary, repeat as desired.
Soarin had more than enough pictures and he was sure that using all the film in his camera wouldn’t help anymore than what he had. He considered leaving, but he had to admit that hearing Rainbow Dash talking about him did get the gears in his head turning, gears that were also turning once he saw the mares get friskier. He sat by the door frame and continued to watch, Rainbow’s sensual moans and Spitfire’s teasing voice only aided the sexual sight before him. His own stallionhood was reacting in the only way it knew how, and he blushed as he looked down to see Soarin Jr pitching a tent in his ninja clothes. “Of all the times…” He mumbled to himself quietly. He looked back to the mares then down at his growing need. He grumbled in frustration and took one more look at the mares “I should have time…” He gave in and pulled his suit down just enough to let his cock spring out. He stared at the mares to see if he was about to be detected, but also for his source of visual aid. He placed both his hooves on either side of his fleshy rod and began jerking it like an adolescent teen who just found the peep hole to the mare’s showers.
“S-Spitfire…quit t-teasing me…” Rainbow asked, closing her eyes against the pleasure her teacher was forcing on her. Spitfire pulled her hoof away only long enough to lick Rainbow’s mare juices off and went back down there, to tease her some more “You know what the magic word is Rainbow, use it.” She demanded. Rainbow wanted to resist, but her teacher was too good. She struggled against her bonds, only to get more rope burn. Her body was tense from the slow methodical pace of Spitfire and she knew what she was doing. She sighed and went crimson as she avoided eye contact, looking everywhere rapidly. “P-please…please stop teasing…” Rainbow said shamefully. Spitfire grinned, as full of herself as she ever was. She would have continued, but she had to be honest with herself, she needed it as much as Rainbow did. Spitfire pulled away and headed towards her bag.
Soarin was already really close, and his hooves were a blur on his cock. He looked to the room again and had a mini heart attack as he saw Spitfire headed towards him. He scrambled to his hooves and jumped into the air.
Spitfire swore she heard something and saw the door cracked. Curious, she looked out into the hall. Seeing nothing she shrugged and went back into the room, closing the door.
Soaring was shaking like crazy, flying in the air. He was a few seconds away from being caught by Spitfire, and who KNOWS what she would do if she saw him with his pants literally down. To be honest he didn’t want to dwell on it either. It was going to be an awkward flight home, but he couldn’t risk staying here, not after that close call. He pulled his pants up and got out as quietly as he got in. He would have blue balls, but he would at least live to jerk another day.
Spitfire approached the bed again, but with a tool that was making Rainbow Dash drool. It was a dark blue, floppy, stallion dong. At its thickest point, it was almost as thick as her hoof, but tapered enough to make penetration plausible. Of course this tapering took some realism from the experience, but sometimes you just didn’t give a buck about anatomy when you had something like THAT in you.
“You like my new toy? I got it thinking of you, it’s the same color as your lips.” Spitfire grinned slightly, seeing Rainbow speechless was enough answer for her. She sat a foot away from the bed in a chair and placed her rear hooves on the bed. She leaned back a little and took the toy with her wing and delicately placed the huge toy at her wet orange lips in her southern region. Rainbow couldn’t believe what Spitfire was about to do and struggled furiously at her bonds.
“Rainbow? Are you ok?” She mocked as she drug the toy up and down her own slit. Rainbow muttered something under her breath, low enough to ensure Spitfire wouldn’t know what she said, and while she didn’t know, she knew it wasn’t nice. Her insides fluttered a bit as she pushed the rubber head past her tightly closed lips and gasped silently. Rainbow watched in with a twitching left eye, her legs shaking a little as every thought forced her to imagine that stallion dong slipping past her folds, yet getting nothing from it. Spitfire pushed more in, getting off on her students pining expression as well as the inanimate stallion tool she was shoving deeper and deeper into her moist cave.
“S-Spitfire…” She complained softly as she tugged more on her bonds. Spitfire’s half closed eyes were locked onto her students; her grief was an unexpected turn on for the brightly colored pony. Sure, she knew that breaking Rainbow was a good source of sensual pleasure, but seeing her writhe around like this, sensually torturing her while greedily playing with herself made her orgasm jump to the front of her mind. Being so close one of her eyes closed and she grit her teeth, stopping the toy halfway into her. She wanted this to last.
She pulled the toy out and took a deep breath. She looked to Rainbow Dash and smiled “I have a toy I think you’ll remember.” She got up from the chair, now slightly wet in the seat, and went back to her bag, pulling out those pills once again as well as some tape. Rainbow started tugging at her bonds again, she knew what was coming.
“What’s the matter Rainbow?” She taunted Dash again as she tried harder than before to get free Despite the rush of energy; she only wiggled the bed a bit. Spitfire was free to take her time in placing the little toys on her. Two were placed on the bottoms of each of her rear hooves, and one inside her sopping snatch. The toys were off, but in Rainbow’s mind they might as well already be on. She could already feel their buzz and the fact they weren’t even on yet scared her.
Spitfire held the control for the buzzers in her hoof and sat back down on the chair. The mare juices she left behind made her gasp slightly as the cold fluid stuck to her flanks. It quickly warmed up though, thanks to her teasing making her entire lower region hot enough to justify her cutie mark. She took the stallion toy once more and pressed the head in again, the unyielding toy parting her slick folds with ease, causing her heart to skip a beat and her lungs to fill suddenly with another gasp of air. She kept the toy steady and pushed more in, passing the point she stopped at last time and finally bottoming out on the massive erection, the rubber safety base the only thing keeping the large intruder from slipping deeper into the mares molten love hole.
With the toy successfully as deep as it could go, Spitfire looked to Rainbow. “Please, Spitfire, you know my hooves are-” She was cut off by the loud BZZZZZZZ of all the toys being kicked up to full speed at once, stealing the last of Rainbow’s words from her mouth. Rainbow Dash’s mind went blank, a searing white hot canvas of no thoughts at all. Her hooves almost went numb from the over stimulation…almost. Her hind legs were shaking like crazy, as if she was being electrocuted, and her wings were stiff boards out to her sides. She whimpered in unyielding pleasure as a few tears left her eyes.
Spitfire shut her eyes suddenly as Dash’s reaction pushed her over the proverbial edge and she moaned as her pussy clamped down roughly on the toy inside her, each fake vein and contour of the toy pressing into her walls as she flooded the chair under her with her mare cum. She bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood, despite being so flat, and she kept her wing pressed into the base of the toy, to ensure her body did not spit it out. She rode the waves of pleasure as she looked wearily to the controller in her hoof when it caught her by surprise.
Rainbow Dash’s mind slowly pulled itself back together to realize that something wasn’t right. Her hooves were shaking and her pussy was as wet as a mare could get, but there was something holding back her orgasm.
Spitfire was a little embarrassed but didn’t show it. She accidentally left one of the buzzers off. She clicked it half way on and lowered the others.
Rainbow Dash thanked Luna AND Celestia that the toys were dying down but in her caverns there was a small buzz growing stronger and stronger. ‘That’s what was wrong’ she thought. ‘The toy in me wasn’t…on…’ She thought about the consequences of this. She actually came from just her hooves. She went crimson in her face and wanted to hide, she felt so embarrassed from cumming just from watching her teacher masturbate while her hooves were teased. Of all the things for her teacher to see, this was the worst. Possible. Thing. There was little time to think about it though, as the little vibrator in her pussy was gaining strength, and with Rainbow fresh off her last experience, it wasn’t going to take much to get her off again.
Spitfire was still panting, her hooves trembling from her orgasm. She couldn’t believe how easily and how quickly she got off, she didn’t even make it past total insertion. And from the looks of it, her student not only got off, but was about to again. She turned off the toys and detached them from Rainbow. She looked a bit disappointed and ashamed, but Spitfire stroked her face reassuringly before undoing her bonds. Dash’s forearms were raw with rope burn and Spitfire felt a little guilty she caused the damage to her student, but there would be time to say sorry later. Both mares still had an issue to deal with before they could call it a night.
Spitfire crawled on top of Rainbow Dash, who looked totally exhausted. She pressed her dripping honey pot against Rainbow Dash’s and pulled her hips up and over Dashie’s. She moaned in ecstasy as her domineering teacher sent waves of pleasure over her body. Rainbow wrapped her damaged hooves around Spitfire pulling her into a close embrace as their bodies grinding against one another. Rainbow’s fur felt good on Spitfire’s body, the slight rustling and the warmth from the friction was making both mares start to sweat profusely, giving the room a musky sex smell. Rainbow bucked her hips up in an expression of passion, catching her lover’s clit with her own, causing Spitfire to moan unexpectedly. Rainbow smiled and bucked hard to the right making her teacher fall off and Rainbow used the momentum to mount her teacher.
Rainbow grinned and held Spitfire’s hooves down, no longer willing to be the bottom; she ground her crotch into the yellow mare. Both sighed in satisfaction as the blue mare took control. Keeping her instructor pinned, she relentlessly rode Spitfire like a mare possessed. Fire was completely powerless now, as Rainbow threw sensation after sensation at her, making her moan louder and louder. She shut her eyes to the pleasure and let Rainbow take her higher and higher. The rainbow maned pony looked down at Spitfire with a cocky grin. She looked so cute trying to avoid looking at Rainbow as she was dominated by a rookie. Her victory was short however, as both the females felt their orgasms coming to a head. Rainbow leaned down and gyrated her hips roughly, felling their clits mash together and slip over each other, sometimes hitting a patch of fur, making the respective mare ‘eep!’ in surprise.
Rainbow closed her eyes, feeling like she was gonna blow and bite into Spitfire’s wing, making the flame headed mare scream out in mixed pain and pleasure as Rainbow’s teeth dug into her wing and sent her flailing over the edge, squirting a little bit of mare cum onto the bed. Rainbow tailed just behind her as her own cum squirted onto her lover below her.
She collapsed onto Spitfire in total exhaustion, and both mares panted heavily, the recent orgasm too much for either of them to even think straight at this point. Rainbow looked at her clock through weary eyes. It read 1:22 AM. She lazily lifted her head, which felt far too heavy at this time, and kissed her instructors cheek. Spitfire tried to smile, but with how tired she was it came off as a weak grin. Rainbow rolled off and simply lay on her bed next to Spitfire. Rainbow Dash’s hooves hurt like never before, and she was sure her sex was going to be raw for quite a while. She didn’t care though; she was just enjoying her afterglow with the mare she loved so much.
Besides, all those issues were future Rainbow Dash’s problems.
Rainbow Dash had finally completed her academy chores and used her wing to wipe the sweat off her face. It had been several days since her trip to Ponyville with Spitfire, and although she had a little trouble explaining her rope burn, she was in the clear so far. Soarin, the male instructor, had been lingering in his looks at her, and it made her feel a little odd, but also a bit happy. Perhaps he was noticing Rainbow Dash’s hard work and was going to accelerate her through the class? If that was the case though, why did his eyes make her feel so uncomfortable?
Spitfire was absent the past few days too, and nopony ever explained why she was gone. Perhaps she was just on leave? Rainbow chose not ask questions, since she didn’t wanna risk her relationship with the captain. After all, Rainbow Dash held herself to a strong and independent appearance. To keep their relationship, she had to act strong and not draw attention to her and Spitfire.
Spitfire had been sick the past few days and couldn’t even keep herself airborne for more than a few minutes. The worst of her flu was today so she was going to be bed ridden all day. She didn’t even have time to tell Rainbow she would be gone. She asked Fleetfoot to tell her class about her flu, but before she made any announcements, Soarin offered to take over her shift. Unfortunately, she forgot to relay Spitfire’s message to Soarin.
Rainbow and Lightning Dust were using their free time to train for the final exam, when Soarin called for Rainbow Dash. She told Lightning to keep going and reported to her instructor. The normally jolly and likable instructor had a serious look on his face. Rainbow Dash was thinking why he called for her. His unpleasant aura didn’t give her any good feelings about the situation but she stayed stone faced with determination. Any trouble she was in couldn’t be too big.
“I want you to come with me to my office Rainbow.” He headed to his office and left Rainbow slightly unnerved. She did as she was told though and pulled her goggles down over her neck. With a gulp, she followed the Wonderbolt to his office.
Soarin’s office was a lot different than Spitfire’s. Rainbow noticed there were plenty of personal effects and a great deal of posters. A lot of posters seemed a bit risky for an instructor to have…but obviously no pony cared enough to file a complaint. There were even questionable pictures of Spitfire on the wall, and it made Rainbow Dash feel a little uneasy, even if it was a small turn on to see “the mares of the Wonderbolts” posters of Spitfire around the room. Soarin took a seat across the desk from Rainbow Dash and looked her in the eyes. His green eyes were melting through her façade of toughness.
“Rainbow Dash, you are the best student we have had at this academy. Your speed is unparalleled by anypony who was ever in this school, and even General Firefly would be impressed by you. You stood up to Spitfire when your loyalty was on the line and you taught us a few lessons about the difference between pushing yourself and being reckless.” Soarin commented, making Rainbow smile a bit, despite the tension in the room.
“However…” He started, making Rainbow’s heart sink into her stomach
“There has been some news brought to my attention from…a reliable source. That standing up wasn’t all you did to Spitfire.” He said coolly. Rainbow Dash was frozen now, full attention on Soarin. Did he really know about her and…?
He pulled a file from his desk and dropped it in front of Rainbow Dash
“Want to explain this Dash?” Rainbow was scared witless, and her forehead was beading with sweat. She looked down at the plain manila folder. She didn’t want to look.
“Well?” Soarin said, with firmness in his voice that snapped Rainbow’s attention to him, then back to the folder. Her breath was short and she took the edge of the front flap with her wing and flipped it over.
Rainbow Dash held a hoof to her mouth. The quality was shit, but the evidence was damning. Every picture had her and Spitfire on her bed doing things…things that would be impossible to explain to the Wonderbolts board. She kept thinking who might have taken these, but she didn’t have time to worry about that much before Soarin closed the folder.
“No, I didn’t think you could. It’s my duty to take these to the top, as you are well aware, student teacher relationships are expressly forbidden. Such a shame really, you are…or rather you WERE destined for such great things.”
Rainbow Dash was caught and didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t speak anyways, with the rapidly forming lump in her throat. Just like that…her dreams, her aspirations…killed and dressed in a manila folder full of low quality porn. She gulped once again, failing to force the lump down. Strangely, no tears were coming, despite the insane feeling that she should just jump off a cloud and shut her wings until her issues were gone. Soarin spoke up, making Rainbow’s suicide fall crash back to his office.
“But…” He smiled,
“I won’t.” He dumped the file in the trash
“Wait, what? Seriously?” Rainbow was in shock. Her tears had finally broken through in her confusion and they dripped down her pale blue cheeks
“For real,” He confirmed.
Rainbow Dash couldn’t believe it, first she gets into the Wonderbolts academy, she gets the lead pony badge, gets into Spitfire’s panties, and now she is getting a get out of jail free card from Soarin?
“If…” Soarin started.
“If?” Rainbow asked, caught off guard
“If your promise to do as I say, without question. You must do ALL that I say, and not a word to anypony else.” Soarin said all this while breaking his brow into a menacing v-shape. Rainbow didn’t quite catch on, but realized she really didn’t have much choice even if she did understand.
“Um…ok? What is it? Are you going to give me extra cleaning duty?” She already had to do as her instructors said so why was this necessary?
Soarin pushed away from his desk, and got up. Trotting to Rainbow Dash’s, side, he grabbed a hoof full of her colorful mane and yanked her from the chair to a kneeling position, causing the young mare to cry out in pain and shock.
“Let’s start with something simple.” He grunted lifting Rainbow by her mane to look up at him. Before Rainbow could process what was going on, she felt Soarin force his face into hers. His kiss was as unexpected as the mane pulling, though it was thankfully less painful. Rainbow pushed him away and spit out his saliva still on her tongue.
“What the buck? Soarin why are you-” Rainbow couldn’t even finish her sentence before Soarin back hoofed her across the face, sending her to her side with a bright red mark on her normally light blue cheek
“Without question Dash,” Soarin clarified. Taking her mane in hoof once more, he pulled her up on her hooves. He reared back and balanced himself on his hind hooves, using one of his forehooves to hold himself up on his desk, keeping his other hoof tangled in Rainbow’s messed up mane. Rainbow’s cheek still stung from Soarin’s physical punishment, but she total forgot about it as she saw what now was level with her eyes. Soarin’s cock was hanging there, seemingly waiting for something to happen.
“Since all you seem to be interested in is mare’s let me fill you in on this.” He pressed her muzzle to his flaccid horse cock. Its musk was overwhelmingly masculine and his cock felt weird against her snout.
“First thing you do is lick.” He instructed, leaving her face pressed into his crotch. Rainbow felt humiliated right now, face pressed into Soarin’s crotch, being forced to service him. She had indeed had fantasies about the stallion before her, but it was never like this.
“Do I need to remind you that your Wonderbolts career is still on the line?” Soarin said with growing impatience. Rainbow closed her eyes, how did it come to this? She took a deep breath, his musk filled her lungs and she stuck out her tongue.
Spitfire coughed as she pulled her uniform. She knew she wasn’t ready to go back to work, but she didn’t care, she had had enough of just resting. She sniffed loudly as she rubbed her snout with a Kleenex.
“Bucking feather flu” She mumbled. She shook her head violently, as if trying to force the cold off like a wet mane. She opened the door and cursed Celestia’s sun, the blinding rays almost making her reconsider going back to class. Still, she had to see Rainbow, it had been days.
Rainbow’s face streamed with tears as Soaring forced his horse cock down her gullet. She didn’t know if her tears were from having his flesh rod jammed her throat, or from the embarrassment of having to have sex with her teacher to keep his mouth shut about having sex with her other teacher. She guessed it was both.
“Sun’s light, it like your throat is a velvet glove made just for my cock…” Soarin mocked her as he watched her try to escape his length, watching her choke on his meat. He finally pulled her back as she gasped in some air before he forced his entire cock back into her mouth. He loved how his blunt head slipped over her wet tongue and right down her throat. It was almost as good as fucking a mare’s pussy, almost.
Rainbow gasped for air once again as Soaring pulled her away from his cock. She was thankful that the punishment was over, but quickly realized it was far from over. She gasped in shock as she felt her mane get yanked again, feeling her body get re-arranged for Soarin’s next move. She felt like his personal fuck toy.
Soarin crudely rubbed her twat in an attempt to make her wet. She was too scared and hurt to even begin feeling any pleasure from his touch, but his rubbing still yielded results from her biology. She didn’t like this, but her body was preparing her for it anyway. She was about to find out what her relationship was really worth.
Spitfire’s wings just weren’t agreeing with her resolve. She had the heart to get to the academy, but her body lacked the strength to fight her flu and to get her to that damn pillar. She let her body sink with the currents and landed. She looked up the huge rock as if it were an enemy that had just defeated her. Then she remembered, Ponyville had a hot air balloon. She saw it during her visit with Rainbow. She made haste to the town, her hooves soon learning they had to pick up the slack her wings couldn’t.
Rainbow Dash’s eyes darted everywhere; her cheek smashed into the oak desk beneath her. She couldn’t see what he was doing but she felt it all, and it was mortifying. His hoof rubbing her lips which were now becoming wet without her consent.
“Hah, you act like you don’t want it, but your body says otherwise. I bet you have wanted this for ages.” Soarin continued his verbal mocking as he removed his wet hoof from her pussy. Leaning one hoof on his desk near her face and keeping the other on her head, he positioned himself behind her. Merciful moon his cock was smacking into her thighs with each movement. She could smell herself on his hoof near her face, a reminder of her body’s betrayal. She gasped and fidgeted as she felt his fat head press against her pussy lips. He pushed forward slowly, dragging out Rainbow Dash’s humiliation. She couldn’t stop her vocalization as she whimpered pathetically against his intrusion. She grit her teeth as his cock pushed past her inner walls, his medial ring making her moan in protest. Soarin placed his hooves on Rainbow’s taut flanks and drove the rest of himself into her, her pussy clenching his cock in pain making him moan in pleasure as she cried out in discontent.
Spitfire’s balloon broke the clouds apart as she rose above them. She could see the academy. She coughed violently and rubbed her snout. She was just going to make sure everything was fine, then she was going right back to bed. “Then I can stop worrying so much…Rainbow Dash if you aren’t there I swear to Luna…” She stopped herself before she sneezed.
“A Celestia damn tight fit, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. It’s too bad Spitfire doesn’t have a cock, she is missing out on this tight twat.” Soarin grinned as he kept his cock hilted inside the blue mare.
“Pfft…I-I think it says something that even with your ‘giant’ cock Spitfire pleases me way more then you ever could.” Rainbow retorted with her tear stained cheeks breaking into a defiant grin. Soarin was not amused and smacked Rainbow’s cutiemark hard, causing her to flinch in pain and her grin to fade.
“We’ll see who’s laughing when I am done.” He tightened his grip on her flanks and reared back; Rainbow’s breath was stolen by the sudden emptiness and coughed once he rapidly filled it back up again. Her body was now out of her control, clenching his fuck tool tightly, trying to milk his stallion seed out of him. He coo’ed in pleasure as he pulled back a little and thrust back in, keeping his strokes deep and fast. Rainbow couldn’t stop her moans or the slight bucking back of her hips as he bred her like a prized mare. Her wings sprung out on their own as his cock unyieldingly forced her insides open. Each pulse of his racing heart made his cock twitch inside her. Every spurt of pre-cum staining her insides made her nauseated Rainbow to her core. She didn’t mind Soarin sexually, in any other case she would be a willing participant, but this was rape. It wasn’t the pony, it was the method.
Of course it didn’t last long and Soarin was getting close. He pulled out of the slippery pink hole and came on Rainbow Dash’s furry rump. He couldn’t afford to have a little Soarin in Rainbow’s womb. Her ass looked deliciously naughty, and he made note to take that plot himself next time. He backed away from her and she passed out on the carpet, feeling completely drained of pride.
“Hit the showers rookie, and remember, not a word.” He threatened the Pegasus before leaving her there, cum dripping off her backside.
