Even More Thrust
“Enter,” said Spitfire to the knock on the door. A moment later, Rainbow Dash entered the office of the Wonderbolt captain. “Crash, good to see you back on your hooves.”
“Good to be back on them, Ma’am,” said Rainbow Dash, who by now had become used to her embarrassing nickname. “I’m really raring to get back up in the sky. I’ve been keeping up on the new thrusters and I’m really looking forward to giving one of the Mark II units a workout.”
“Whoa, slow down there, Dash,” said Spitfire. “You were laid up for seven weeks and you’ve only just been released by the flight surgeon. Light duty only for the next two weeks.”
“But Spitfire,” said Rainbow Dash. “I’m fine. Besides, I’ve been laying in bed for the past seven weeks watching everyone else, including the Princesses, go crazy with the thruster units. Please, you’ve got to let me have a unit and get back up there.”
“Dash, I’ve always liked your enthusiasm and your love of flying,” said Spitfire, taking on a tone of command. “But one thing we do not mess with are orders from the flight surgeon. He says light duty for two weeks, and I back him on that.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” said Rainbow Dash, disappointment in her tone and every line of her body. “Understood, Ma’am, light duty only.”
“Crash,” said Spitfire, in a less stern tone, “you are one of the best new Wonderbolts in a generation and it was your experimentation with the thruster units that lead to the breakthrough of the Mark II. There is no way I’m going to take a chance with your safety if I don’t have to.”
“Thanks, Spitfire,” said Dash. “It’s just that I really want to push the envelope again. Isn’t there anything I can do for the 2.0 program, that won’t get the flight surgeon mad?”
“Flight-wise, not much,” said Spitfire. “What I can do, though, is let you head home with a pair of the Mark II’s, a testing frame and whatever manuals we have. Do some ground school work on the units. Once the flight surgeon clears you for full duty, I’ll clear you for any flight tests you want to try.”
“I’ll take it, Ma’am,” said Rainbow Dash. “Sorry to sound a little whiny.”
“You’re a pegasus, and an elite flier who has been grounded for nearly two months,” said Spitfire, as she finished filling out a requisition form for Rainbow. “Frankly, I’d be worried if you weren’t chewing at the bit to get back in the sky.”
“Thank you, Ma’am,” said Rainbow, scooping up the requisition form and looking at the details on it. “Um, one problem. I don’t have room for all that stuff at my place.”
“Good point,” said Spitfire. “Well, any place in particular I should put on the form to have it delivered to?”
“Have it delivered to the barn at Sweet Apple Acres, Ma’am,” said Rainbow Dash, after a moment’s thought. “Applejack has tons of room on her farm and lots of tools too.”
“Okay, Rainbow,” said Spitfire, adjusting the form to reflect the change in destination. “You are now officially on detached light duty for the next two weeks. Now, go out there and be a Wonderbolt.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” said Rainbow Dash, with a smile and a parade ground quality salute. Turning smartly she left the office, leaving a pensive Wonderbolt captain in her wake, wondering if perhaps she had just done something akin to sending Discord to a library.
Two days later found Rainbow Dash sitting in some tall grass with her friend Applejack, on a small hill overlooking Sweet Apple Acres. The sun was just setting, and Applejack was having some well-earned down time after a full day of taking care of her orchards. A golden glow was covering the trees, and all looked well with the world. Despite that, Rainbow heard a deep sigh coming from her earth pony friend.
“Why the long face, AJ?” asked Rainbow. “The farm looks great. You don’t have to be an earth pony to know the farm is awesome this year.”
“Ya, the farm is doing pretty good right now,” said Applejack. “Ah was just thinkin’ about you and those crates you had delivered a couple a days ago.”
“The stuff from the Academy?” asked Rainbow Dash. “You know that’s those thrusters and some test gear, right?”
“Ya, Ah know,” sighed Applejack. “It just that...”
“It’s just what?” demanded Rainbow Dash. “C’mon AJ, you’re a friend. I’ll never leave ya hanging.”
“All my life, Ah’ve dreamed of flying,” said Applejack. “Not in a balloon or a chariot. Ah mean really fly. Under my own power. Ah can barely imagine of how wonderful it must be for you. Ah see you up there, soaring, without a care, and Ah want some of that sometimes. It’s one of the reasons Ah ride you so hard sometimes. It’s not right of me, Ah know, but sometimes Ah get jealous of you.”
Rainbow Dash looked at her despondent friend. Dash had been grounded for barely two months and it had almost been like torture. She took in Applejack’s face and thought of what it must be like for an earth pony sometimes. Forever stuck on the ground, and forced to watch others fly by. As Rainbow Dash sat and studied her friend came to a decision.
“C’mon AJ,” said Rainbow Dash. “If you’re willing to put yourself in my hooves I think I might be able to give you the sky.”
About ten minutes later the pair were in Applejack’s barn attacking a series of crates. As a crate was opened Rainbow Dash would scoop up the contents, make a few comments and place them on work table that was on one side of the barn. When all the crates were opened Rainbow laid out everything in a row.
“Wow,” she said. “Spitfire really came through for me.”
“What do you mean, RD?” asked Applejack.
“I mean this is a lot more than she said she would let me have off-base,” said Rainbow Dash. “Let’s see. We’ve got two Mark I thrusters, two Mark II’s, both with the ‘C’ upgrade, testing gear, a mounting rack and a full power testing frame.”
“What are we gonna do with all of this stuff?” asked Applejack.
“Well, first off, you get the frame set up and I’ll get the thrusters cleaned up and ready for use,” said Rainbow Dash.
“And after that?” asked Applejack who was already getting out some tools.
“Then,” said Rainbow Dash, “we see if an earth pony can fly.” AJ said nothing, she just smiled and got to work assembling the frame. Which, fortunately, came with a full set of instructions. Soon, a sturdy frame had been assembled and bolted to the floor. Rainbow Dash had laid out an impressive set of meters and measuring devices on the workbench. Beside those were the narrow lines of two Mark I thrusters along with a pair of the double-pronged Mark II’s.
“Well, Rainbow,” said Applejack, as she tightened the last bolt. “Ah reckon this thing is about as solid as it can be. What now?”
“Okay,” said Rainbow Dash. “Next thing we do is to get you secured into the testing frame. That way, if it turns out that you can power a thruster, you won't get splattered into a wall."
“Okay, well, Ah did line it up like you said, with the long ends toward the doors,” said Applejack. “Where do you want me to stand?”
Rainbow centered her friend in the frame, and began to wrap padded lengths of solid metal around AJ’s barrel, over her shoulders, across her chest and along her back and underside. The bars had been shaped to fit over the curves of a mare, but not the strong and full curvature of an earth pony mare. As Rainbow bolted the pieces of the frame together around Applejack, the secured lengths pressed tightly into the orange mare, causing her to gasp slightly.
“Dang, RD, ya think you’ve got me trussed up tight enough here?” asked Applejack.
“Gotta make sure you’re fully secured,” said Rainbow Dash, focusing on making sure everything was good and solid. “I’d never forgive myself if something bad happened to you. Now, I need you try to break loose, to test the frame. Go as hard as you can, and really try to break free.”
“All right,” said Applejack. For the next five minutes Applejack focused all her strength on trying to break out of the steel harness bolted around her body. She bucked, she kicked, she stomped and even bit. But after five minutes, even Applejack knew she wasn’t going to break free through main strength. Which also meant nothing, like a thruster, was going to break her free by accident.
“Looks like ya got me,” said Applejack, sweating and breathing deeply from the exertion. “Ah’m not getting outta this thing until you let me out.”
“Ya,” was all Rainbow Dash said, as she took in her friend who was firmly attached to the test frame. The play of soft muscle against rigid metal fascinated her. “Let me get you something to drink and give you a bit of a rub down before we go further,” said Rainbow, getting a water bottle. She held it up to Applejack’s mouth, while running a wing in circles down Applejack’s smooth muscles, cooling and rubbing them. Dash’s face was unreadable as she watered and stroked her friend.
“Um, Dash?” asked Applejack. As she noticed the strange look on Rainbow Dash’s face Applejack realized just how completely she had put herself into Rainbow’s hooves. She had seen similar looks directed at her by a few stallions in town on occasion while pulling her cart to market. If Rainbow wanted to do something to her there was almost nothing she could do about it. As she contemplated whether or not that would be a good thing, Dash’s hoof replaced her wing in making long slow strokes down Applejack’s flank. “Dash, you okay there, sugarcube?”
“Ya, I’m doing great,” said Dash, with an odd distracted tone in her voice. Dash wasn’t looking Applejack in the face at all. Instead, she seemed to be fascinated with her hoof as it passed down Applejack’s side, circled her cutie mark and then began to slide toward her inner thigh.
“DASH!” yelled Applejack, as she tried to buck Rainbow’s hoof away. The frame holding Applejack didn’t budge a smidgen, but the sudden yell snapped Dash’s attention back up to her friend’s face.
“Oh, hell,” said Rainbow Dash, as she whipped her hoof back about an inch before there would have been some serious consequences. “I’m sorry, AJ. It’s just I’ve never seen or thought of you like this and well...you’re kinda hot in a harness.”
“Shoot,” said Applejack, blushing. “Tell ya what, we get up into the sky and afterwards, well, maybe we’ll see about that.”
“Cool,” said Rainbow Dash with a smile, as she walked over to the bench and picked up a Mark II unit. “Okay, you know what comes next?”
“Ya,” said Applejack, looking over to Rainbow “You’re gonna put that into me.”
“Yup, close your eyes for me, AJ.”
“Um, okay,” said Applejack, even as she complied.
“Okay, think about me,” said Dash, softly. “Touching you down there. Slowly stroking, gently finding that really good spot.”
“Ah...ya,” said Applejack, her voice going a little husky. She could picture herself captured in the frame, her best friend slowly kindling her desire.
“Picture me stroking you, rubbing you,” purred Rainbow Dash, even as she intently studied Applejack’s orange folds. “Helping you feel good, making it awesome.”
“Ah can see it,” said Applejack, and her folds began to moisten at the imagery her Dash was giving her. Thinking about how much she trusted her friend to take good care of her and her needs.
“Now,” said Dash, seeing the moisture beginning to grow, “imagine yourself being completely filled.” With that, Rainbow Dash slowly but firmly inserted the lubricated prongs of the Mark II into Applejack's moistening marehood.
“WHOA NELLY!” exhaled Applejack explosively, as the prongs filled her ass and pussy. Dash could see her friend’s muscles working at the twin probes, trying to flex herself against the intruders in order to work the most enjoyment out of them. The test frame creaked as Applejack began to work herself to orgasm.
“AJ, stop,” said Dash, knowing that if Applejack came, the test would fail before it had even begun. But Applejack wasn’t stopping. Her world had narrowed down to the twin shafts filling her, and the fantasy Dash had painted for her. Rainbow Dash began to look around frantically for something, anything, to distract Applejack from what was obviously going to be an epic orgasm. Dash’s eyes lit on a leather harness strap lying nearby.
“STOP!” Dash shouted, even as she brought the strap down as hard as she could onto Applejack’s cutie mark.
“Aaah!” yelled Applejack, as her eyes shot open. The pain of the strike had pulled her out of the building spiral to orgasm. “What in the hay did you do that for?”
“You can’t come yet, AJ,” said Dash, keeping the strap nearby. She could see AJ’s muscle still undulating, still trying to work against the thruster probes. “I’m sorry but if you come, the thruster only gets one massive burst of power and then nothing. You’ve got to control it. Ride the edge of it.”
“Ah, right,” said Applejack, nodding, and fought down the furious need for release. “I get ya.”
“Damn, yeah, looks like you do,” said Dash, impressed at how quickly her friend had been able to pull herself back from the brink. “Okay, the unit is in. Now to secure it.” With that she pushed a small knob on the device. In the space of a few seconds, silvery metal flowed out from the device, wrapping around Applejack’s hips, securing the thruster in place.
It also wrapped about six inches up Applejack’s dock, and forced her tail up into a proud, vertical flag out of the way of the unit’s exhaust. Applejack said nothing, only grunting a little as the probes were pulled that much further into her as the unit secured itself to her body.
“Okay, Applejack, I’ve got the unit preset for a thirty second, five percent power test,” said Rainbow Dash. “Um, you doing okay there?”
Applejack looked around at her friend through half-lidded eyes. “RD, you’ve got my body locked into a metal harness Ah can’t break free of, and you’ve filled my ass and my pussy. And even if Ah wanted to, Ah can’t get either of those things out of me, except by your say-so. Oh, and you whipped me in order to control me.” Rainbow Dash started to stammer an apology but Applejack pressed on saying, “And you’ve done it all to me, to help make a dream real. Ya, Ah’m good. Let’s do this.”
“Thanks, AJ,” said Dash. “Okay, here we go. Activating Mode One.” With that, she pushed a button on the remote control unit, and the thruster activated itself, the unit’s probes individually vibrating and slowly rotating within their prisons of velvet flesh. To say Applejack was stimulated would be like saying water was wet, so the thruster was easily able to gather the generated power of lust and sexual desire, that it created in this first mode of operation. A howl of noise began to rise from unit as it swiftly spun up to power.
“Looking good, AJ!” yelled Dash over the noise. “Activating Mode Two in 3...2...1.” As she said the final number, Rainbow Dash pushed the button that activated the Mark II Thruster at five percent power. What happened next was something beyond anything either pony had anticipated.
A lambent cone of force emerged from the thruster. Five feet behind the earth pony, that glowing, translucent force suddenly ignited in a blazing stream of flame going another fifteen back and out the thankfully open barn door. The power of the blazing energy emerging from the thruster drove Applejack forward with massive force, and if the frame she was attached to had even been one iota weaker, things might have gone very, very badly.
But, the frame held, and all that happened was Applejack grunted heavily as she forced air into her lungs against the pressure of the test frame’s harness. Thirty seconds later the thruster ended it’s preset test period and shut down. A sudden silence echoed through the barn even as the smell of smoke and singed everything rose in the building. Applejack slumped limply, held up only by the harness that kept her in place. Rainbow Dash looked from her friend, to the long scorch mark along the barn floor, and said in a quiet, reverent voice,
“In Celestia’s name, Applejack. What have we done?”
Applejack didn’t answer, content to simply rest in the grip of the rigid harness while she caught her breath. That rapidly changed as she heard a querulous voice call out from the house.
“Applejack? You out there? And what in tarnation was that goldurned racket?”
“Rainbow,” said Applejack, her head snapping up as she recognized Granny Smith’s voice. “Quick, get me outta this thing, fast.”
“Right,” said Rainbow Dash, grabbing a wrench in her wing. She began to struggle against one of the bolts. In vain. “We got a problem, Applejack. These bolts are actually bent.”
“I’m stuck in this thing?” demanded Applejack. “At least get that...thing, out of my plot and tailhole. Hurry, before Granny gets here.” Dropping the wrench, Rainbow moved to her friend's abused ass and pressed the stud to release the straps meant to prevent a thruster from accidentally falling out. Nothing happened. Rainbow Dash pressed the stud again. Still nothing.
“Hurry up, Rainbow,” said Applejack. “Granny is gonna be here any second now.”
“It won’t release,” snapped Rainbow Dash. “It's still cycling down.” Despite that, the pegasus began to push and pull on the thruster, trying to convince it to release its grip on her friend. All she managed to do though, was to cause the probes of the thruster to work about an inch or so in, and out, of Applejack’s now very sensitive intimate openings.
“Aah, Rainbow!” gasped out Applejack, as pleasure rocked her body, just as Granny Smith rounded the corner.
“Jes’ what kinda shenanigans are you two up too?” asked Granny, as she took in the scene before her.
“Granny Smith!” exclaimed Rainbow Dash. “It’s not what it looks like!” Even as she said the words, Dash realized what it had to look like. She had one hoof pushing what was basically a double plug dildo into her friend, who was trapped in an inescapable steel bondage harness and had just called out Dash’s name in ecstasy.
“Young’n,” said Granny Smith. “What it looks like is that you’ve got mah granddaughter harnessed up somethin’ fierce, and yer givin’ her the old double plow.”
“Granny,” said Applejack, in as even a tone as possible, which is to say, not very even at all. “It’s okay, Dash was helping me. This thing in me, is gonna help put an Apple in the sky.”
“Dearie,” said Granny, as she walked up beside Applejack. “Ah’m sorry to have embarrassed ya, but ya don’t need to come up with a whopper like that to explain what you and yer mare-friend are doin’. Ah may be old, but Ah've always known you two would be special friends.”
“Ah’m not lying, Granny,” said Applejack. “Rainbow has an idea to help me fly.”
“So that’s what you young folks are callin’ it these days.” said Granny Smith.
“Granny Smith,” said Rainbow Dash. “Ma’am, I can prove it to you.”
“How’s that now?” asked Granny.
“I’ll let you try this out so you can see that it’s for helping AJ fly,” said Rainbow Dash. “I’ve got a spare one over on the bench.”
“Dash,” whispered Applejack. “Are you crazy? One of those things will put Granny through a wall.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Rainbow whispered back. “You know what these things are powered by and how old Granny Smith is. I’d be surprised if it moved her an inch AND it will show her I wasn’t….”
“Taking advantage of a mare you have ‘trussed up’,” supplied Applejack, with a grin.
“Ya.”
“Well, let’s git ‘er done then,” said Granny Smith, from right beside the pair. “There may be snow on mah roof, but it don’t mean there ain’t a fire in the kitchen.”
“AH!” yelled Rainbow Dash, surprised at Granny being so close. Then, gathering her composure said, “Um, okay Granny Smith, just hold tight onto Applejack and I’ll get it set up.” Rainbow Dash went over, grabbed the other Mark II and lubed it up. The elderly mare was braced against her granddaughter waiting with one eyebrow raised.
“You treat an old mare nice, ya hear,” said Granny Smith.
“Yes Ma’am,” said Rainbow Dash, even as she slid the thruster into Granny.
“Ohhh,” breathed the old mare. “You did that right nice. Oh my, that feels good.” Rainbow Dash smiled a bit as she reached over and grabbed the control unit.
“Here we go, Granny,” she said. “Activating Mode One.”
“That’s kinda nice too…feels sorta tingly...Ya know, Ah haven’t felt like this since-”
“Activating Mode Two.”
“TaaaaaaRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNation!” Granny exclaimed as the thruster activated. If it wasn’t for Applejack literally being a part of the testing frame and holding onto Granny, the unexpected five second blast of thrust might have put Granny through a hillside. As it was, the force of the twenty foot long cone of flame nearly tore Granny Smith out of AJ’s hooves. But both mares held on, and five seconds later an utterly dumbfounded Rainbow Dash was rushing up to the two earth pony mares, as the thruster shut down.
“OHMYGOSH, OHMYGOSH, OHMYGOSH,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash, in rapidfire concern for Granny. “Are you okay?”
“Whoowee, Rainbow Apple,” said Granny Smith. “You do know how to treat a mare nice. Welp, you convinced me, and Ah’ll leave ya to it. Jest make sure ya’ll clean up behind yerselves afterward.” With that Granny began to walk away with a pronounced sway in her hips.
“Um, Granny Smith,” called Rainbow Dash, after the elderly mare. “My name’s Rainbow Dash. Not Apple.”
“Dearie,” said Granny Smith. “As long as you are with an Apple, you are an Apple. Welcome to the family.” With that Granny sashayed out of the barn like a mare half her age, as the two younger mares looked on, barely believing their eyes.
“So, Rainbow Apple,” said Applejack, with a grin “The hacksaw is over there on the wall if you feel like getting me out of this anytime soon.” She bucked a bit against the harness that still held her captive, by way of emphasis.
“Oh, right,” said Dash, as she headed over to the saw. “We’ve got a lot of work to do and not a whole lot of time to do it. But Applejack...I think it’s gonna work. I think by this time next week, you are gonna fly!”