Hot and heavy, completely unforgiving and far too large. Celestia’s sun beat down on the hard red clay of the public tennis court, leaving everypony darting for shade. The private players, who were all paying for their privilege, didn’t have to worry about that in quite the same way- after all, what’s privacy in a society that’s one-third fliers without a roof? No, they just had to worry about the fact that each of those little tennis courts, so neatly walled and roofed, were hot-boxes. Radiating heat from every surface, even below, made them easy to mistake for some mad hybrid of sport field and sauna. But that was also part of the point.

Thick redwood walls run through with water channels, kept circulating with pumps, did their best to cool it all down. Corrugated metal roofs kept the sun out, but were lifted just enough to let air circulate. The end result was inevitably hotter than any reasonable pony would prefer, during deep summer or high noon- cooling could only do so much. But right now, on Court #3, the ponies inside could not possibly care less. Hay, they couldn’t even tell. They were too busy fightin’ and f... other things.

At this point, the first half of the equation was dying down. They couldn’t spend all their energy fighting, or what came next would just be sweaty, slow, and disappointing. So what had been blazingly-fast kicks and feints quickly drew closer together again, blows slowing, legs wrapping as they started to grapple. For a moment, it seemed like Rainbow Dash had a good edge on her partner... But then the farmpony dug one hoof into the base of her wing, hard, and her knees gave way.

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She had the pegasus on the ropes now- Well, the clay. Ropes were more for her actual marefriend, or for herself... No! Stop getting distracted and get back in the game, AJ. And avoiding distraction was quickly becoming necessity: Even as she got a grip around Dash’s barrel, she felt teeth digging into her ponytail mane. Leaning forward, she tried to pin Rainbow to the ground, but was swung sideways when the pegasus jerked her head and tugged. The sudden hair-pulling left her seeing stars, and not just from the pain... Rarity usually did that to get her attention, when she was too busy being face-down in plot to notice anything else.

Again, distraction wasn’t paying out- She was losing her grip. And rather than outright lose the whole contest, she decided to play a trump a little early. She kicked out with both hind legs, letting herself drop... And forcing Rainbow to come with her. They both hit hard, landing on their sides, but Applejack was the one in control, forelegs firmly planted around the pegasus mare’s sides. Her words came out slowly, she was short of breath from the struggle (and other things...)
“Ya give?”

Rainbow spat out the mane in her mouth, quirking her head as though she didn’t hear.

“I said do ya giMMPH!”
She never got to finish repeating herself, as Rainbow Dash yanked her down again and pulled her into a fierce kiss, all teeth and tongues and pressure. Every time a little nip or a bite landed on her lips, she groaned and lost a bit more control. But even with that, she would not be beaten. One forehoof slipped down, tracing across Dash’s ribs just to float away a moment later... Without warning, she brought it down hard, a massive cracking -SLAP- against the lightning-bolt cutie mark. Dash stiffened under her, eyes going out of alignment for a moment as she groaned in appreciation.

Another strike, this one higher up. She got bit for that one, but it just made her next hit all the harder-- This time right on her toned little flank. Thanks to the angle, Dash couldn’t even try to move her own hooves to reciprocate, so Applejack was winning. Well, truth be told, she wasn’t sure this was even a competition anymore, but she’d never let that slip. All she had to do now was aaah...

There had been some kind of thought in her head, but it was totally lost when she felt the hard bony knee rutting between her hind legs, Dash kicking up and rubbing as best she could from her position. All these interruptions were making it hard to do anything... Maybe she’d strike back and get Dash’s wings.

...Wings. Why hasn’t she been using her... Oh buck.

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All it was gonna take was a little distraction and then one good double-pump. Let her think you’re too distracted with your marks (Ha, as if- Pinkie practically never takes her hooves off the dang things!) and then get the upper hoof... There! She lunged, pushing up with both wings, sending them both a foot or so into the air. Not very far at all... For an earth pony. But for a pegasus? More than enough time to crack her wings back, let out a puff of wind and send them both gliding through the air. And since she was the one with some air control, all she had to do was twist before they touched down... When they landed, Applejack was still on top, but they weren’t muzzle-to-muzzle any longer. Instead, she had Applejack’s face firmly pinned between her knees, and she was staring at the root of the farmer’s tail. Now she could really get to work.

But of course she couldn’t just give her what she wanted, not right away. That would take the whole point out of it! So instead, she started biting, nipping, and tugging. First her flanks, then all the way down her legs, and back up. Once or twice she’d stray real close, the sharp scent of musk making her dizzy and horny and hot, but wouldn’t touch. Good thing, too- Applejack was being just as much of a tease, constantly breathing out and letting her nose get right next to it... And then she’d back off. This teasing was going to last for a while if either of them had anything to say about it. Or it was going to, but eventually she got a hint even her famous stubborn nature couldn’t ignore.

Applejack was... wow. Wow. She could only imagine her own business was a slick mess back there, but this... She hadn’t even touched the other mare there, not once, but every few moments there was a little plip as a drop of liquid hit her face. And she had thought Pinkie got wet, this was another category entirely. And she was not one to turn down that kind of offer. She licked her muzzle clean (Oh sweet Princesses she tastes like cider how is that even possible) and dove in. The taste was only stronger as she got down to her task, lapping across her several times. Each one made the girl above her shudder and shake, and she felt, not heard, some kind of whisper against her flank... And then, finally, AJ returned the favor.

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Given the huge fuss Pinkie had kicked up in Cloudsdale about the flavor of rainbows, Applejack half-expected an almost mouth-searing heat. And while the pegasus plot she was currently nuzzling was quite hot as far as temperature went, the taste... She’d be lying if she said it was better than Rarity’s, at least to her. Where that was a refined, almost crisply clean taste, almonds and honey and musky spice, this was vigorous and dirty, all bitter salt-sweat and a nearly masculine musk. Not to say it was bad, but... Not to her tastes. But that didn’t make her any less eager, so she went at it with gusto, fervently licking and kissing along those private little lips.

Rainbow may have started things, but she was going to bring them to a ‘finish’ if there was any justice in this world. Dash was an athlete... But she was a farmer. And that meant stamina. Their first night, Rarity had taken nearly a full hour just to bring her off the first time, although it got quicker as more and more of her weak spots and little kinks revealed themselves. Even for a first time, where she didn’t know Dash’s body at all, it didn’t take a lot of guesswork... She clamped her forelegs around the other mare’s hips and dug in, tongue lashing once, twice before pushing, snaking in and caressing her from the inside.

She expected that to get a fast reaction. She didn’t expect Dash to nearly crush her, knees clenching as she squealed and came. Applejack felt her howling right on her own sex, and mercy was that a nice feeling. Not nice enough to finish her, oh no- If that was the case, she’d practically be going off every minute with Rare. Mah girl’s a loud one... But she should be paying attention to the task at hoof, not the one waiting back home... Or, uh, at the Spa, if she remembered the time right. A soft moan got pulled out from her as Dash started nibbling, the devious little thing. After all this buildup, she was close, and it only took another minute or two to push her over.

If they hadn’t already fallen onto their sides in all the commotion, she would have collapsed, panting and grinning. As it was, she just curled up. Give her legs some time to recover, and she could get up and stretch, really feel it, and that would be wonderful. Beside her, Dash seemed to have the exact same idea.
“So, looks like ah did win this one.”

Rainbow Dash blew a strand of mane out of her face.
“What, no way! I finished way before you.”

“...Aint’ that kinda race usually the other way ‘round?”

“I dunno, maybe? I guess we could do a rematch... Still got like half an hour on the court.”

She stuck her hoof out, and bumped it with the pegasus mare’s.
“You’re on.”