Swimming Lessons
The smell of chlorine and other chemicals like it hung deep and heavy in the air. It almost burned to breath it in, and that made it hard to get around, at least, it would normally. To an earth pony or unicorn, this room would have been almost toxic, but a pegasus found the air actually just a bit stale instead, thanks to their lungs not needing to breath quite as deeply to keep them fit, and even better the room had vents designed to dump the chemicals out of it.
The room was a pool. A large one, that sat in a room made of clouds that shaped and reshaped itself as one watched. Fluffy white puffs arranged in a variety of forms ringed the water’s edge, with chairs, tables, and even what might have been a grill set against one wall, while the pool itself was kept in a stone basin that looked to be a quarter of a mile wide to an inch, and several dozen feet deep at its deepest point.
It stood quiet and still for hours, but as two shapes approached one of the cloud doors, one could already hear the rush of winds as the vents set along the side of the room opened up, and the chemicals that kept the water clean were pumped from the room by simple air pressure, meaning that as a pair of figures entered, they smelled only the nice cool water, and none of the things that were needed to make useful to them.
“Okay, so, we’re gonna do a few laps around, then we eat, then we do some more,” said the yellow coated pegasus as she ran her fingers through her fiery mane, getting a few tangles out of it, while also making sure to lock the door as her partner came in behind her. The partner, cyan furred with a rainbow mane nodded, pulling the towel off her shoulders, and then looking around.
“I gotcha...but where are the bathing suits? I thought there were going to be some here for us, Captain,” she said as her gaze tracked over the pool, and the fiery one laughed at her prismatic counterpart.
“You think we’d give you time to dress in an emergency, Dash? Naw, Rainbow, this exercise is going to be done commando. Why do you think I told Soarin he couldn’t come,” said Spitfire as she stripped off her uniform, exposing her bare fur to the room, and even shivering a little as she did so. Dash, watching her do so with such practiced ease, was shocked almost to the point of not being able to say anything, until Spitfire coughed, and she quickly did likewise.
Unbeknownst to either of the pegasi, the one Spitfire had mentioned was aware of this little exercise, one he typically had to do with the stallions on their first anniversary. It was supposed to build team trust, and more importantly, to build up some muscles, as some pegasi never did learn to swim. It helped them learn how to flow with heavy currents underwater, which was great training for doing it in the air.
Still, Soarin wasn’t one to dawdle on the details of such things, not when there was fun to be had, and Rainbow Dash, their newest recruit, was fun indeed, so he’d made a plan to be here to watch her and Spitfire go through their paces weeks ago. It had taken him half a month’s paycheck, but he was able to acquire just the thing he needed to go unseen, and as the mare’s striped down to nothing, a fly sized stallion was watching them move, grinning like an idiot all the while.
Once they were ready, Spitfire led Dash to the pool edge, and then, with a smirk that showed she was enjoying taking the rookie down a peg, pushed her in. Rainbow, having not expected the attack from her superior officer, was caught completely off guard, and went head first into the water, while Spitfire laughed at her expense, and with a few flutters of her wings, took to the air, and delicately placed a single toe in the liquid.
“Expect the unexpected, Rookie,” she chided as Dash’s head came out of the water, and spit out a stream of liquid, before shaking her mane. Then, with a speed that was actually a bit shocking, she dove back down, and then leapt out of the water, almost ten feet, and coming down behind and above Spitfire, open armed and ready to grab her. Unfortunately for Rainbow, she wasn’t the first pony to try that, during this training, and Spitfire somehow danced around her, spinning in the air, and leading to Rainbow belly flopping hard into the water.
“Yeowch, that’s a crash, and a burn,” said Soarin as he winced for the mare from his position near the grill. Of course, his words didn’t carry far, in the still heavy, water filled air of the pool, but Spitfire’s ears were sensitive, and her head whipped around, causing Soarin’s eyes to go wide as he dove into the grill itself, out of sight of her gaze. He only poked his head out again when he heard splashing, and got to watch as the mare’s made laps around the pool, with Spitfire erratically stopping sometimes to look around.
This lasted for what seemed like hours, not that Soarin was complaining, as he got to watch those glistening, muscular valkyries dance on the water, sometimes popping out to do a fly by, and then diving back in like sea birds, leaving glittering stars of drops behind them. He actually had to grab a napkin nearby and tear off some pieces to shove up his nose when a particular maneuver had Dash grabbing Spitfire in her arms, and tossing her high into the air, sending a spray of drops in every direction as she spun, before she caught her, and the two vanished beneath the water again.
Still, time passed, and after that moment, the two mares finally swam to the edge of the pool, and heavily pulled themselves out of the water, their bodies dripping, their muscles shimmering, and their breath coming in deep gulps as they laid there, right near where Soarin was, so he could stare down at their bodies, their breasts heaving up and down with every breath as he stared at them. His fun came to an end when Spitfire rose up, and then pointed at the other end of the pool.
“Okay, I’m gonna get the burgers ready, get us some plates and buns,” she ordered, and Dash nodded, rising from her laying position, her body moving fluidly, despite her size compared to the fly that was Soarin. Every ripple of muscle could be seen as her arms flexed, every tendon looked taut and tight in her legs as she got back to her feet, and her wings looked powerful enough to cause hurricanes as she flapped them and sailed off into the distance.
“Now then, how’s about you and I have a word about spying on my trainees?” said Spitfire as she got up too, and came up to the grill. Instantly, Soarin’s heart leapt into his throat, but he didn’t let out a gasp, or otherwise indicate that he had heard her. Instead, he dove down, and almost silently took a position beneath one of the bars, figuring even with her words, that she wasn’t sure he was here.
“Speak up, you little shrimp,” she said, more under her breath then out loud, but still, enough that Soarin could hear her every word, as the pounding of her feet on the stone basin gave way to the bending of clouds as she heavily stepped onto them. He didn’t react, even as her shadow came over him, after all, if she didn’t really know he was here, what were the odds she’d find him.
“Yeah, well….I’m gonna make lunch for Dash and me now. If you come out, maybe you can have some,” she said, and then the world shook as something heavy and smelling of meat landed hard on the bars overhead. It was soon followed by a second one, and then he could feel the static in the air as the grill was turned on, lightning playing in the clouds beneath him, and making Soarin really regret his choice of hiding places.
“Or maybe you can be some,” she said, and Soarin’s breath caught as he heard the rumble of thunder below him, and with a cry, he sailed upwards, passing by the burger patty sitting on the grill, thicker than he was tall, and sailing up out of the space, hoping to get out of the way of Spitfire. Sadly, the mare was ready for his escape attempt, and she was armed with a spatula of gleaming metal, wielded like a fly swatter.
The moment the grill struck out with lightning, the weather magic drained from the room, making it hard to fly for the stallion, who found the spatula impossible to avoid as his speed dropped to near zero. The metallic surface slammed hard into him, knocking him senseless, and carrying him down so that it pressed him into the patty on the grill, with sizzled and hissed against him, cooked to perfection an instant by the lightning from below.
“Yep, I figure Dash will love a bit of extra protein with her meal,” said Spitfire at the tiny, prone and swooned figure, jammed tightly against the patty as she slide the spatula out of the way so she could see it. The sight of him made her grin, as she watched out of the corner of her eye, Dash coming back, holding the plates, with the buns on them. Still smirking, Spitfire got the spatula under both patties and once, and then tossed them over her shoulder, seemingly without care.
“Order up!” she shouted, and Dash, who was barely paying attention, realized in a heartbeat this was a drill, and quickly opened the buns on the plates, holding them at angles so that, as the patties fell, they landed right on the waiting holders. With that done, she moved to Spitfire, who nodded her approval.
“Not bad, Rookie,” she complimented, and then noticed a tiny blue speck on one starting to move. With a skillful hand, she flipped the top bun over onto that burger, and then did the same with the other, before motioning for Dash to follow her, leading her to one of the tables, and then taking a seat, while motioning for her to take the other one.
“Now, since we can’t tell when a disaster will strike, it could be right after meal time, we want you to be nice and bloated when we do this next one. So dig in, and get your guts ready for a workout,” she told Dash, smirking as she took up her own meal, and dug in with a large bite, her muzzle closing around as much of the burger as she could fit into her mouth, forcing her to chew carefully as she watched Dash eye her meal cautiously.
Of course, Dash was no stranger to burgers, but the ones back in Ponyville were not this huge. This this was almost as big as her head, and Spitfire’s huge bite had barely taken a tenth of the thing in. Looking at it, she poked it with a finger to see if it was really cooked well, and then she took it up in both hands, grunting a little against the weight, as Spitfire watched her eagerly.
Spitfire, as usually happened, expected Dash to wuss out at some point. One of the things pegasi never were good at was loading up on food. They ate little, to keep their weight down, so they could fly faster. It was a habit she had to work to break them of. Her expectation was that, like most, Dash would take maybe three bites, and then give up on the task, at which point, she take the burger back, get Soarin out of it, and put him somewhere he’d be safe.
It surprised the crud out of her, therefore, when she saw a tiny blue fly speck peek out of the burger, at just the right spot for Rainbow’s muzzle to encompass it, her teeth grinding through meat and bread, before meeting with a clack. She then started to chew, and Spitfire’s mind went quickly into panic mode, trying to determine what to do, even as Rainbow’s jaw began to move down.
With the speed one would expect from someone of her career, Spitfire surged forward like a firebolt, and then she shoved her muzzle into Dash’s. Lips met, and she kissed her trainee with a passion one would probably not have expected from her. Tongues came out of their mouths, and Dash, surprised as all heck, couldn’t do much more than just wide eyed stare at the captain as she poked around inside her mouth, and then drew back.
Spitfire’s tongue pulled with it a tiny, unnoticed blue form, and with a look at Dash, who was staring at her, Spitfire knew she would have to do something drastic, so even as she felt the pounding of tiny little fists on her teeth, she leaned her head back, and gave a powerful swallow. It wasn’t exactly what she had expected, however, as somehow Soarin was able to stay in her mouth, making her grab a bottle of water from the table and put it to her lips.
She guzzled the liquid down, making sure her tongue was shaped just so that the flow washed over Soarin, and after a few surges, he was dragged from where he had caught himself, and was sent into her throat, where she proceeded to swallow him, her neck bulging around a miniscule, squirming form, that was only briefly visible, before it vanished into her chest, letting her sigh in relief.
“Um, Captain...is there’s something you want to tell me?” she asked, and Spitfire, as if only just realizing what she’d done, looked at Rainbow in shock, and then shook her head sharply, while patting at her stomach.
“Not at the moment. It’s something private, but I’ll tell you later. Now eat that whole thing, and we’ll get some training done,” she said, and then picked up her own burger, taking another bite. Inside her belly, she felt a tickling sensation, and hoped Soarin would be able to stay inside, as she ate the whole thing, filling her stomach, while Dash, surprisingly, was able to match her feat, earning her respect, as the two returned to the water.