Sabotage
"Are you freaking kidding?"
Steam curled through the humid air, hazed by flying water droplets. A dozen open-faced cubicles lined the two facing walls, divided by a chest-high partition down the centre of the tiled chamber, each occupied by the soapy, intensely athletic figure of one of the Wonderbolts. Foam slid and frothed over nude bodies, smoothed over curved breasts with slim fingers, running down long, smooth limbs and pooling around hooves before running into the drain in the centre of the room. Neat, compact wings stretched, one after the other, letting the accumulated soap run off under the pounding of the water drumming down from overhead.
In all except one cubicle.
"Work, you stupid piece of junk! Work!" Rainbow Dash's scratchy voice was sharp with impatience and annoyance as she slapped at the pipes, one eye squinted closed as a blob of foam slid down her face from the mass worked into her colourful mane. Her toned, pale blue body was streaked with streamers of soapy lather, dripping down her incredibly firm, toned ass and slim thighs. Water droplets beaded at the tips of her pink nipples, highlighting her small, oval-shaped breasts.
Fleetfoot looked over the cubicle divider from the next shower over, rubbing her hands over her rather more substantial chest. "Huh. Your token ran out already? Should've made use of the water while you had it, Dash."
"I put mine in when you did! Your shower is still running, so why isn't this one?!" Rainbow slapped the pipe again. A brief spurt of water shot out of the showerhead, then choked to nothing again. "Augh, soap in my eye, it's in my eye!" she complained, rubbing at her face with a soap-smeared hand.
"That really isn't going to help," Fleetfoot observed, as a couple of stallions sniggered. Twirling under the showerhead, she rinsed the last of the suds from her white mane, then shook her hips and flicked her tail. Around them, other mares were emerging from the stalls on their wall, while stallions were leaving the stalls on the opposite side. Shower after shower shut off as the tokens expired.
"Let me use yours!" Rainbow demanded, slapping the pipes again and turning towards Fleetfoot. "This piece of junk is worthless."
Fleetfoot shrugged, though a flare of mischief gleamed in her eye as she replied, "Sure. Just give me a minute."
"The time'll be up in a minute!"
"Oh, you think so? I think you've got time." Fleetfoot paused, then added thoughtfully, "Actually, I think I've got time. Really need that hot water to work the last of the kinks out of my back, especially after that last sharp turn you pulled."
"Hey, if you'd just gotten out of my way in the first place-"
"All done," Fleetfoot announced, stepping out of the cubicle and flicking water off her smooth body with one hand. "You can get under mine... wait for it..." The shower sputtered to a stop with a creak of aged pipework. "...now. Enjoy your shower, Dash!"
"Buck you, Fleetfoot," Rainbow retorted, exasperated.
"Hey, I love you too, 'Dashie'," Fleetfoot replied with easy amusement, prompting another glare of indignation from her teammate. "You could always go get another token from out front."
"Stark naked and covered in soap?" snorted Rainbow.
"Yeah, I reckon that's a good look on you. See ya." She turned and strolled out of the shower, leaving Rainbow entirely alone with her suds. There was a brief mumble of conversation out in the locker room as the other Wonderbolts dressed and left.
Rainbow looked around the deserted shower room, and threw up her hands. "Thanks, guys! Not cool!" Her voice lowering to a grumble, she added, "Bucking Fleetfoot. I am gonna punch her right in the tit." Turning her attention back to her showerhead, she balled up a fist and punched the pipework a few more times. "Stupid - bucking - thing! Give me some water!"
Unseen, a hand twisted a valve.
The shower spluttered, then coughed into life, settling down to a steady, pleasantly hot downpour. Rainbow blinked, then brightened up. "Yeah! That's more like it! No one messes with Rainbow Dash and gets away with it!" Stepping under the spray, she began rinsing the foam out of her mane and tail, twisting this way and that to wash her smooth, taut body clean. The heat sank into her aching flight muscles, massaging away the aches and strains of her aerobatics. "Oh, yeah. That's good," she sighed.
"At attention, recruit!" snapped a familiar voice, right behind her.
Rainbow jerked in shock, ingrained reflexes taking over as she snapped to attention facing the wall. Only then did her mind catch up with her body. "Wait, what?"
Spitfire's voice grew sharper. "Is that how you address a superior officer, recruit?"
"Uh - no, Ma'am!" Rainbow replied hurriedly, staring at the aged pipes in front of her. Spitfire sounded pissed. She began to turn around, only to be struck with another verbal lash that nailed her in place.
"Did I order you to move?"
"No, Ma'am!" Rainbow replied quickly, then frowned. Was she even still supposed to be following orders? It wasn't like she was on the parade ground, or in a show, or even practising. She was in the shower, for Celestia's sake. What was this about, anyway?
"So. Seems like somepony wants to find out what the punishment is for vandalising official Wonderbolts facility equipment," Spitfire said grimly.
Aw, buck. "Come on, I was only-"
"-attacking the shower fittings? I saw. If they weren't as strong as they are, you might have broken something. Then you'd be in even more trouble than you are now - and believe me, by the time I'm finished, you'll have a hard time imagining such a thing could be possible. About-face!"
Unable to keep the defiant scowl off her face, Rainbow turned around.
Her eyes widened.
Spitfire was stark naked but for her shaded sunglasses; every inch of her powerfully muscled body was on full display. Full, round tits stood out proudly, large for a pegasus, her dark yellow nipples jutting stiffly. A flame-coloured patch of fur, neatly trimmed into an arrowhead, denoted her bare sex. Rainbow had seen her commanding officer naked before - the glimpses in the showers and locker room had prompted more than a few furtive masturbation sessions - but there was something different about the way Spitfire was standing now. Her nudity was purposeful. Meaningful.
And there was a coil of rope slung over her shoulder.
"Wh- what the heck?" stammered Rainbow, taking an involuntary step backwards. The water pouring from overhead hazed her vision, and she instinctively rubbed her hand over her eyes, as if she could have possibly misunderstood what she was seeing.
"Zip it, Rainbow Dash. I don't want to hear a word out of you that isn't 'yes, Ma'am', you got that?" Even through the opaque shield of her shaded sunglasses, Spitfire's hard gaze was a tangible presence.
"Look, Spitfire, I don't get what this is, but-"
Spitfire stepped forward, making the most of her inch or two of height over Rainbow, the fringes of the spray beginning to catch her nude body. Droplets beaded on her skin, beginning to trickle down the valley between her breasts, and flecking the unyielding lenses of her dark glasses. "I am going to make this simple, recruit. You don't have to stay here. You want to walk out of this shower right now, no pony's going to stop you. You won't get punished. But if you stay here, with me, to take what's coming to you, you say 'Yes Ma'am'. Understood?"
Rainbow didn't even begin to understand, and nearly said so. But something stopped her. A strange tingle rippled down her spine, fluffing her damp flight feathers outwards, goosebumps marking her slim arms. Steam hung in the air as she gazed into the opaque darkness covering the other mare's eyes.
More softly, not even sure why she was doing it, she replied, "Yes, Ma'am."
A soft exhalation escaped Spitfire's parted lips. Her grip tightened on the end of the rope, her knuckles showing white for a moment. Then she spoke, in a tone of iron command that made disagreement seem unthinkable. "You vandalised the shower facilities, recruit. You can't deny that."
There was a pause, one that invited a response. Rainbow opened her mouth to protest, but instead found herself replying in a muted tone, "Yes, Ma'am."
"Good. I hope you realise that can't go unpunished." Spitfire leaned closer, the streaming water beginning to soak through her mane and plaster it to her head, and spoke in a lower, more forceful tone. "You need to be punished for your behaviour, recruit."
"…yes, Ma'am," Rainbow agreed meekly, holding position at attention. What was happening?! Her chest felt tight, and a giddy, wobbly disbelief made her feel like the time she'd had her wings tied closed and tried to do a tightrope walk. It felt like the tiled floor was shifting beneath her hooves.
And for reasons she couldn't explain, her pink nipples were standing out stiffly, as hard as rocks.
"Arms over your head," Spitfire ordered brusquely. "Cross your wrists and press the backs to the shower pipe."
"Uh-" Rainbow began, then went quiet as Spitfire's expression grew harder. Moving with an odd awkwardness entirely alien to the lithe, nimble flier, Rainbow reached up with both arms and crossed her wrists high over her head. Her heart beat faster and faster, a swell of prickling heat rolling over her body that owed nothing to the hot water cascading from above.
"Don't move," ordered Spitfire, sliding the coil of rope off her shoulder and reaching up with both hands to begin winding it around Rainbow's wrists.
"Yes, Ma'am," Rainbow answered, swallowing hard. Some part of her was expecting the rope to feel harsh against her skin, but it was strangely soft and gentle as Spitfire wrapped turn after turn around her wrists, binding them tightly together to the pipe. A bracket screwed into the wall prevented her bonds from sliding down, keeping her on the tips of her hooves.
...she was so exposed. It wasn't the nakedness - not just the nakedness, anyway. Rainbow was used to being casually nude around the rest of the squad as they showered and changed together, and it had never bothered her. But this… this was something else. She couldn't cover herself. Spitfire could… could do anything, and there'd be nothing she could do. She'd felt tense before, before battle, before performances with the Wonderbolts, but never with the kind of bow-string intensity that was wracking her at that moment. Her body felt so hot.
What was this?
Rainbow closed her eyes for a moment, biting her lip. When she opened them, Spitfire's chest was directly in front of her as the other pony stretched up onto the tips of her hooves, and despite herself, Rainbow couldn't help but stare at her Commander's glistening breasts, mere inches away. If she stuck out her tongue, she could taste them.
She wanted to taste them. Oh, Celestia, she wanted to.
"Are you staring at my tits, recruit?" demanded Spitfire sharply.
"No, Ma'am!" Rainbow blurted, the lie immediate and instinctive. She'd been caught! A swell of confused panic made her tug instinctively at her bonds, but there wasn't an inch of give in the wet rope.
Spitfire settled onto her hooves and stepped back slightly, the opaque gaze of her sunglasses boring into Rainbow's eyes. "I gave you clear instructions, recruit, and I made it clear what I expect from you. Now, let's try that again. Are you staring at my tits?"
Rainbow gaped at her superior, too bewildered to find the words to respond. Then, seemingly without her conscious volition, she found herself replying softly, "Yes, Ma'am."
"That's what I thought." Spitfire's tone was rich with satisfaction. Then, to Rainbow's shock, Spitfire slid her hands up her own slickly wet, glistening body, and cupped her breasts, squeezing them together. "Can't look away from your superior's big tits, recruit?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Rainbow gasped, her head tilting back as a sharp shudder of excitement quivered down her spine. This couldn't, couldn't be happening. It was tempting to think she'd slipped into some kind of fantasy, but she'd never fantasised anything that went like this. She couldn't think straight, couldn't think at all, and her overstimulated body was flooding her with sensation. She'd never felt the roughness of the textured tiles against her back, the smoothness of the pipework, so intensely before. Her nipples ached, her cunt simmering with slick need.
"Consider that piece of impertinence added to your charge sheet," Spitfire told her forcefully. "A charge sheet that is not short. Are you ready for your discipline, recruit?"
Rainbow shivered at the delicious threat in her tone. "Yes, Ma'am!" she replied hoarsely.
For a timeless moment, Spitfire simply gazed at her, unmoving. Rainbow squirmed, tugging at the ropes binding her wrists; in the face of that hard, possessive glare, she felt more exposed than if she'd been performing naked before all of Canterlot. She could feel her commanding officer drinking in every detail of her exposed body, from the way the water poured in rivulets over her cyan skin to the subtle freckles and imperfections that gave individuality to her lithe, toned curves.
Spitfire reached out. Her fingertips grazed over the modest curves of Rainbow's chest, circling each small, high breast without brushing the stiff, eager points of her aching nipples. Water cascaded over the two of them, steam curling through the air, but Spitfire didn't seem to notice or care, utterly focused on every little movement of her own hands.
A disbelieving little mantra looped through Rainbow's head, over and over. She's touching me. She's touching me. She's touching me. She's touching me!
A quivering moan hung in the air, and it took more than a few seconds for Rainbow to realise it hadn't come from her.
Spitfire's face was flushed, deep red blushes marking her cheeks where her aviator glasses didn't conceal them. Her lips parted as she sucked in a breath, then she delivered a short, sharp spank to Rainbow's chest. Over the younger flier's yelp of shocked surprise, Spitfire breathed, "You think you're pretty hot stuff, don't you, recruit?"
Rainbow bit her lip as her eyes rolled up, the unfamiliar stinging sensation raising goosebumps up her arms. Wordlessly, she shook her head slightly - not in denial, but to try to focus enough to answer.
Another sharp smack cracked against Rainbow's skin, raising a reddened handprint. Droplets of water sprayed into the air from the impact, and Rainbow tried to buckle, but couldn't thanks to the ropes suspending her. Spitfire's words rang forcefully through the empty shower room, echoing from the tiles.
"Answer when spoken to!"
"Y-Yes, Ma'am!" Rainbow replied jerkily, twisting in her bonds. A strange battle was raging within her between the part of her that wanted to pull away, and the part of her that wanted to arch her back, to push her breasts out for more punishment, leaving her a helpless observer in her own mind.
"You're so damn cocky," breathed Spitfire. "So damn sure of yourself. Pushing yourself through moves that could pull your wings off if you screwed them up, pushing yourself into centre stage, never giving a buck about waiting your turn. You're reckless, over-confident, way too damn self assured. I should ground you for that alone." Her words were hot, smouldering; she alternately smacked Rainbow's tits, reddening them with overlapping handprints, and squeezed them firmly with her slim fingers.
Whimpering, gasping, Rainbow panted her agreement, even though she could barely focus on the individual words. It didn't make any sense; Spitfire was telling her off, threatening to ground her, and it felt like she was being seduced. Her body was on fire, burning with sensations that the water pouring over her did nothing to quench. "Yes, yes Ma'am!"
"That's more like it," Spitfire near-growled. Taking hold of Rainbow's chin, she held the younger mare's head still as her free hand slid down the slim flier's body. Her fingers explored with possessive determination; Spitfire caressed Rainbow's small, firmly muscled ass, then stroked around the curve of her hip to slowly, lightly graze Rainbow's shaven pussy.
"Mnnff!" moaned Rainbow incoherently, her hips jerking as her bound hands trembled. She knew she should feel embarrassed, even humiliated by the way Spitfire was treating her, and she was, she was, but somehow those feelings felt good in a way she could never have imagined. A little part of her kept insisting that she should be staying cool under pressure, teasing Spitfire, maintaining her image, but all that did was fuel the masochistic shame that made her knees so weak she could barely stand.
"You know what you are, recruit?" Spitfire hissed as she slowly, teasingly parted Rainbow's lower lips with her fingers. "You're a mouthy, overconfident, insubordinate little pain in my tail." As her voice sharpened, she plunged two fingers into Rainbow's slick, well-lubricated cunt.
"Aaahhh! Yes! Yes, Ma'am," Rainbow whimpered, her body rocking back and forth as she desperately tried to push against Spitfire's fingers.
"But you're not so mouthy anymore, are you?" Spitfire taunted. Pushing her body against Rainbow's, she reached up and yanked off her sunglasses, tossing them aside without a care. Her smouldering orange eyes bored into Rainbow's, and she let her large tits crush against the smaller flier's smooth, water-slick breasts as she demanded huskily, "You will respect and obey me."
"Yes!" The word left Rainbow's lips before she could have consciously chosen to speak it, driven by parts of her that operated far below the conscious level. "Yes, yes, Ma'am, yes!" She'd do what she was told, oh fuck, she'd do what she was told, anything Spitfire wanted, anything that meant she got to feel this way for even a heartbeat longer. Her cunt squeezed around Spitfire's fingers as they worked urgently within her, a flush of hot dizziness making it harder and harder to think.
Spitfire's lips met Rainbow's, hungry and urgent, possessing her mouth with shuddering need. Their tongues intertwined as Spitfire pressed her own neatly-trimmed sex against Rainbow's thigh, grinding up and down. Muffled, desperate noises escaped the taller mare's lips, the first hint that her self-control was less than the perfect dominant facade she'd shown.
Rainbow lost herself to sensation. Three fingers were plunging in and out of her now, her thighs spread wide, Spitfire's thumb strumming her clit. Helpless, hot, captive, feeling her commanding officer's cunt rocking against her leg and smearing hot slickness over her skin, she kissed back with all the yearning she could muster. Nothing and no pony mattered anymore; nothing but this.
Eventually, Spitfire's mouth parted from hers, only for a breath, only long enough to gasp a few words between kisses. "I've wanted, nnnh! Wanted to do this from the first moment you stood in front of me, oh, Celestia, I wanted to pin you down and fuck your brains out! So full of yourself, so cocky, just begging to be taught a lesson!" Spitfire kissed Rainbow again, hard, her lips purposeful and demanding, as she rubbed her whole body against the smaller pegasus with ever-rising urgency.
"Yes, Ma'am," Rainbow whimpered, near-brought to tears by the overwhelming rightness of what the other mare was doing to her. Her nails dug into her palms, her breath coming in tiny gasps that left her too dizzy to think. There was nothing left within her to protest, to lay claim to being above all this; she was overwhelmed, conquered and taken. Words hung behind her every breath, shadows of desperate pleas for more, delirious vows of obedience and surrender, but those weren't the words she was permitted to say.
"You want to cum," hissed Spitfire, though she could have as easily been talking to herself. The jerky urgency in the way she was rocking against Rainbow was unmistakable, betraying her own frantic need, and the slick of heated juices she had left down Rainbow's thigh couldn't be taken for mere hot water. The pounding water spraying from above ran down Spitfire's face in rivulets, her mane plastered flat, her whole body shimmering wetly under the lights. "You want to cum," Spitfire breathed again, shuddering as her hips ground back and forth, her orange eyes alight with passion. "But you can't without my order."
Immediately, on realising that she wasn't allowed to cum yet, Rainbow felt her orgasm rising near-unstoppably within her. She clamped down desperately. Her cunt squeezed Spitfire's fingers as they slid and curled within her, pumping in and out as the other mare flicked and rubbed her clit. Nodding urgently, she couldn't help the pleading wail that escaped her. "Yes, Ma'am!"
Spitfire bared her teeth, every word clipped and hard as iron. "You will belong to me. Is that clear?"
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes," Rainbow babbled, trembling on the edge of cumming. Her eyes squeezed closed, hot tears born of the sheer intensity of her feelings mingling with the shower water.
"CUM RIGHT NOW, RECRUIT!" Spitfire managed to bark, before her jaw clamped closed and the rising tsunami of her own orgasm wracked her body.
Rainbow jerked and bucked, barely registering her head striking the shower pipe as she thrashed in the agonising fierceness of her release. Her shriek echoed through the tiled room, bouncing from wall to wall, amplifying itself until it seemed to become an entity of its own. Gasping for breath, she sucked in a mouthful of water and spasmed into a coughing fit that left her dangling from the ropes, limp and panting raggedly.
Spitfire's arms gently eased her fully upright again, the taller mare pressing close. For a long time, the two of them stood entwined, saying nothing, the air filled with the static hiss of the water spraying from the showerhead. Rainbow hiccupped, breaking the quiet, and Spitfire gave a startled little laugh that trailed off as she saw the tears flowing down the other mare's face.
"Hey. Are you okay?" Spitfire asked softly.
Rainbow managed to nod jerkily. She didn't want Spitfire to talk yet; at least, not like a normal pony. She was still deeply lost in a place where Spitfire knew everything, controlled everything, and she wasn't ready to leave it. Her voice a scratchy croak, Rainbow whispered, "I'm okay. It's just… a lot."
Quietly cradling Rainbow, Spitfire leaned up a little and kissed away the salty dampness around her eyes. She said nothing more for a little while, just holding the shorter pegasus tightly against her toned body.
Eventually, it was Rainbow that broke the hush. "I, uh. Ow. I bashed the back of my head pretty good back there, somewhere."
"Let me take a look," Spitfire murmured. "Stay still."
"Don't have a lot of choice," Rainbow replied, with a fragile semblance of her normal cockiness. All the same, she shivered as Spitfire's body pressed intimately against hers, the other mare's hands cradling the back of her head and feeling through her soaked mane. It felt good. It felt like she was being looked after, and cared for, which she needed with an intensity that was strange and new.
"You're okay," Spitfire concluded. "Brace yourself. I'm going to undo the knots, okay?"
Rainbow closed her eyes again. The rope was sodden and heavy, but Spitfire must have done something right because the loops came loose, her arms dropping like lead weights to dangle at her sides. A sudden rush of pins and needles flared down from her aching shoulders, and Rainbow gasped.
Spitfire's hands rubbed up and down Rainbow's arms, soothing the tingling, burning feeling away. Little by little, they came back to life.
Rainbow rubbed her wrists, feeling the texture of the ropes still imprinted on her pale blue skin. She felt more naked than she'd ever been before, in a way that had nothing to do with nudity. All of her natural swagger was… somewhere else, and she was utterly exposed without it. Swallowing, she looked down, and mumbled, "Uh. So. …what happens now?"
Despite her natural authoritativeness, there was a tinge of uncertainty in Spitfire's voice as she asked in a low tone, "You're okay with what happened?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Rainbow replied at once, then blushed hotly, a flush of embarrassment rolling over her. Swallowing, she added more quietly, "I mean – yeah. I am."
"That's good. Wouldn't have kept going if I didn't think that, but – yeah." Spitfire pulled herself together, then said with quiet seriousness, "You want more?"
Rainbow couldn't help the gasp of breath, nearly a sob, that escaped her. "Oh buck, yes, yes, I do. Never felt like that before. Don't take it away."
Spitfire bit her lip. She swallowed, wiping the water from her face with a pass of her hand, then asked more tentatively, "You want to… date, too?"
A little hiccup of laughter escaped Rainbow, her knees trembling as she suddenly felt weak. "I see how it is. You fuck my brains out, then ask me out?" she replied in a giddy, wobbly giggle.
Flinching, Spitfire nodded quickly. "Sure. I-"
Rainbow kissed her, her lips claiming Spitfire's with a sudden, urgent intensity. "Yes. Date me. Oh, frig… date me and use me like that every day. Please."
A shudder ran through Spitfire, tangible under Rainbow's hands and against her body. Her voice aching with relief, she replied with half-joking huskiness, "I'm going to be rough on you, recruit. You're going to get used to chains and ropes on every inch of you. I'll fuck you whenever and wherever I feel like it. You'll get very used to performing with vibrators buried in you, and Celestia have mercy on your ass if you screw up a display because of it. I'm going to make you my personal bitch. Are you really ready to take me on?"
An instinctive shudder of arousal wracked Rainbow's body, her hips jerking, tail lifting, her nipples stiffening again. Sucking in a breath, she nodded. Her eyes sparkled as she replied more confidently, "Yes, Ma'am! I can take anything you can dish out, Ma'am!"
Spitfire snorted with amusement at the new note of cocky confidence in Rainbow's voice, her lips curling into a fond smile. "You think so, do you?"
"Fucking break me, I dare you, Ma'am!" Rainbow could hardly breathe for the feeling of sudden joy that was flaring within her, standing back straight, at perfect parade-ground attention, and to her delight she saw hot colour suffusing Spitfire's cheeks as the older mare inhaled with arousal.
"…you're on, recruit. Get clean, get dry, and get dressed. You think you're done for the day? We haven't even started."
"Yes, Ma'am!" Rainbow replied eagerly, quickly twisting back to the shower to rinse the last vestiges of her own juices from her body.
"I'll join you in a minute. I just have to go rescue my sunglasses, and… uh," Spitfire looked slightly sheepish, "…un-sabotage your shower."