Dash tried to tear off The Fifth Horseman’s costume. It was made out of experimental bulletproof polymers and it wouldn’t tear at all. That didn’t stop Dash from trying.

The Fifth Horseman was taken completely by surprise. She had spent years in training, and had years of experience in the field. She shouldn’t have been surprised by anything. Yet in all those years of honing her skills to perfection, she had abstained from all earthly pleasures, including the sensual ones. They would make her soft. They would make her weak. Even when she herself was in heat, she resisted. Not that it was particularly hard. She certainly wasn’t very attractive to stallions.

She was surprised by Dash’s affections, and even confused, but she wasn’t completely paralyzed. She tried to speak while Dash was peppering her mouth with kisses.

“Wha... what?” she struggled to ask.

Dash craned her neck back to tell her eye-to-eye. “I’m lesbian,” she said.

“Oh, Celes-,” was all The Fifth Horseman could say. She could have asked Dash for a longer explanation, but she didn’t really need one. The Fifth Horseman understood. Jenny understood. That was her real name. Her secret name. The name she would never tell anyone, not even Rainbow Dash. Her parents had named her that because when she was born, she looked more like a donkey than a pony. It hadn’t been an easy life. Especially a couple of weeks out of the year, when her body betrayed her and craved something that her soul didn’t really want. Jenny had turned her body into a machine, a weapon. She had controlled it, forced it to do her bidding. It had saved her life and the lives of countless civilians. Now she could surrender to it, willingly. Both her mind and her body were finally getting what they wanted after so long.

She pulled at zippers, undid some seals. Her costume came apart in several pieces. She tossed them away and rolled back over, naked, into Dash’s waiting legs. This time she rolled over on top of Dash, and pressed her lips into hers. Jenny hadn’t planned it this way, but her thigh was pressed down between Dash’s legs. Dash’s love felt warm and wet. She could feel the moisture of it seeping through her coat; touching her skin beneath. Then Dash began to gyrate her hips, humping Jenny’s leg.

Dash writhed underneath her and moaned. Jenny felt her usually well controlled pulse racing. She had trained her body to break bones and smash heads. She hadn’t known anything about pleasing another mare and felt a sudden rush of confidence in being able to do so.

She gasped in surprise when Dash’s own leg rose upwards between hers. Jenny started to squirm, rubbing her cunt against it. She could feel herself getting more and more wet. She had never felt such sudden passion before. Dash’s writhing and her own slowed down, almost to a stop, and then sped up again as they became more coordinated with the mutual stimulation.

Dash raised her lips to her lover’s neck and latched on. She sucked at it hard, leaving a deep red welt on the skin beneath her coat. Jenny lifted one of her hindlegs and moved it down next to her other one, so that she was properly between Rainbow Dash’s legs. Dash spread her legs up and far apart. Jenny, still supporting herself on her hind hooves, spread them as far apart as they would go. She was as flexible as a gymnast.

Then they finally touched. Pussy to pussy. Jenny and Dash couldn’t believe how good it felt; it was so much better than the coat of each other’s thighs. It was fleshy, and warm, and slippery, and wet. They started to grind against each other. Each took immense pleasure, and the pleasure was enhanced by the knowledge that they were giving the other the same pleasure. It was as if they had become connected at the hip through their very nerves.

“Your belt,” Dash murmured.

“Oh, yes,” Jenny moaned.

“Your belt,” Dash repeated.

“Wait, what?”

Dash laughed. “Your belt, your belt is poking me.”

“Oh, shoot,” she said. She had already unfastened the hard shell of her costume, but she hadn’t remembered to remove her utility belt. Various protruding tools and gadgets had been poking at Dash. She began to unfasten it.

“What’s that?” Dash asked, pointing.

“This?” Jenny pulled a wooden shaft out of a notch on her belt. She swung it around a few times between her hooves, partly out of habit, partly because she wanted to show off, but only because she wanted Dash to like her.

“It looks like a police baton,” Dash said.

“It is. Actually, it’s called a ‘tonfa.’ They say they used to use these as weapons in ancient Okinawa.” It had a wooden shaft perhaps two feet long, and a wooden handle perpendicular to the main shaft with a blunt wooden knob at the end.

“Do you ever... use it?”

“Sure. There were these bank robbers that I caught the other week...”

Dash laughed. “Not like that. I meant use it... on yourself.”

“Why would I... Oh!” She turned beet red. “Um. Once or twice. Um. Did you... want to use it?”

“Well... maybe later. But I was really hoping...”

“Yes?”

“Would it be OK if I watched while you used it on yourself?”

Jenny didn’t say anything. She smiled though. She rocked back, so that she was standing up on her knees. She looked at the baton - at the shorter shaft with the knob. She lowered it down between her legs, so that the longer end of the main shaft was pointing forward. Dash watched closely.

She lifted it back up again. The knob pressed against her dripping lips. She moved it higher. Her lips were pressed apart by the knob, then folded over it as she slid it further in. Jenny slowly raised it higher until the shorter shaft was all the way in, the main shaft pressed between her thick, outer lips. She looked down and smiled at Dash, who was watching everything intently.

Jenny closed her eyes and started to work it. Grinding back and forth rather than pulling it in and out. She squeezed her thighs tight to hold it in place, then with one hoof she reached behind herself, to grab at the shorter end of the main shaft as it stuck out behind her butt.

She worked herself up almost to the edge of an orgasm. The physical stimulation was intense, but not as much as the thought of Dash getting off from watching her. She opened her eyes again.

Dash wasn’t watching anymore, at least not watching the toy play. Jenny hadn’t noticed, but Dash had gotten up and turned over onto her belly. Her ass was just a little in the air and she was using her front hooves to pull her cheeks apart. Her tail was raised. She was inviting Jenny, pleading with her to satisfy her desires. That little pink pussy between those two blue cheeks wanted a cock, but Dash herself wanted Jenny.

Jenny leaned forward, watching the tip of the long end of the shaft sink between those lips, and then she pressed the rest of the way forward. She started to fuck Dash with her baton. In the same way, Dash was also fucking her. They ground themselves against each other and the hard wooden tonfa. Dash was the first to come. She screamed out into the night air. It was awkward fucking. Jenny had her front hooves on the ground, legs squeezed around Dash’s waist. She kept the baton in place by squeezing her thighs together. It wasn’t fast, it wasn’t powerful, but it did the job. Soon Jenny came, and added her own scream to Dash’s.

Dash came a second time, soon after.

Later, they collapsed, sweaty and out of breath, into each other’s legs. They discarded the baton, but continued to make love, slower now, and less charged. They massaged each other’s flesh. One of them turned around, and they dug their muzzles into each other’s love, tickling and exploring with their tongues. They came, and came again.

They slowed, and relaxed, and cuddled. They took turns dozing. Too soon, there was a hint of light on the horizon. It was time to depart. They both understood it. Dash asked for Jenny’s name, but she wouldn’t tell. Dash understood. Jenny started to put her costume back on.

Suddenly, she spun around. “Wait, but what was your n...”

There was nobody there. The Fifth Horseman was alone. The mysterious blue mare had already flown off.

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