“Well,” you grumble to yourself. “Gotta start somewhere.”

You close the door of your sedan and adjust the strap of your gym bag, grateful the late-spring weather is gorgeous. The parking lot is small and nearly empty save three cars including your own. You notice one’s in a handicap spot with no tag. Why a gym would need a handicap spot is a mystery. “Trotter’s Fitness” is a far cry from the campus multi-leveled super-gym back in Canterlot. You open the door and step inside.

A little twenty-something looking girl with a plain name tag reading “Blossomforth” perks up as you walk up in a tight muscle shirt. She wears a white tee, her contrasting magenta and lime bangs and round breasts bouncing. “Good morning!” she says, leaning on the counter.

“Morning,” you reply and shortly sigh. “I’m here for the personal trainer job. Thought I’d swing by and check out the facilities. Warm up some, introduce myself and everything.”

Blossomforth pulls her bright bangs out of her eyes and turns to the computer screen, clicking and scrolling through a calendar screen. “So…” she says, trailing off. “You must be Jake?”

“Think so. Everyone’s been calling me that, and I’m afraid to correct them.”

She giggles at the lamest joke. “Well, Jake. This email says you’re going to talk to the owner around three, right?”

“Right,” you reply. “But a girl is coming by around noon. It’s cool if I use the gym before talking to mister Trotter, right?”

Blossomforth beams. “Of course! Would you like me to show you around?”

“Nah,” you decline, still nervous to meet with your client. “I do the solo thing. It’s, uh, it’s been working for me pretty well, ya know?” You flex and let her drink in the tanned skin.

She nods, raising her eyebrows. “Don’t hate me for watching, then.”

“Oh, I don’t mind attention. Just wipe up your drool when you’re done.” You wink and floor her with a white-toothed smile. If anyone else but her was your very first client, you might just take the time to see how well Blossomforth knew her way around a standing squat.

You distract yourself and your pounding heart by touring the gym, after locking your bag up in the small locker room, of course. Both by most any means are meager. One bench, a set of dumbbells ranging from ten to a hundred in pairs, three treadmills and three bikes, a pull up bar, a set of “Totally Fitness” machines that are at least thirty years old for a few basic muscle groups, and a tiny all-purpose room with a punching bag wrapped in duct tape all constitute a rather sad excuse for a gym. Mirrors are plentiful, however, and there are abundant water fountains, posters showing basic workouts and stretches and gym wipes.

"Wow," you mumble. "This place sucks." You limber up in the open room with stretches to start out. Lateral twists, high knees, lunges, unicornian twists, and lastly just plain pushups and situps, with narrow, wide, and one handed variants. Next, you move onto the bike, to relax and read until noon, when Rainbow Dash should arrive.

You spend nearly an hour pedalling, traversing ten miles and two pages, and you cannot remember a single word. You put your bookmark back and sip some water. The clock above the bench reads fifteen until noon.

No reason to continue trying to read, no time to leave and return, there isn’t anything to do. You stroll back to the front desk and try your luck at small talk.

“So, what do you think?” Blossomforth calls as you enter the reception area.

I think I want to do an incline press. “Basic, but good. Sometimes basic is better.”

“Basic how?” she asks. “I’m no Olymponian crossfit type,” she says, resting her elbows behind her back on the countertop and turning her head upside down. “What kinda stuff would you like in a gym?”

“There’s no space for it,” you begin, “but just a big machine with an adjustable height pulley and adjustable weights, interchangeable hand grips. They’re versatile and really not too pricey, and even grips for pull ups across the top would be easy. Maybe we can rearrange some of the equipment around and fit one in here.”

“Oh, that’s above me,” Blossomforth replies, mimicking a jetstream with a hand over her head. You lean on the counter and watch the clock on the computer monitor tick towards noon, still twelve minutes away. Rainbow Dash, the fashionably late girl from college, would easily take more than half an hour to-

Blossomforth’s eyes pop open and you sluggishly follow her gaze, looking up just as the bell above the opening door rings.

There she stands, her eyes hidden in the shadow of her silhouette cast by the bright blue sky behind her. The slouching girl with an incredibly tight body from four years back now stands straight, hand on the strap of her gym bag. Your eyes dip and analyze her body quickly. Her thighs and shoulders seem rounder and stronger, and her six pack seems just a little less defined, but just as strong. She’s put on a little weight, but it’s almost entirely muscle. That much is easy to tell from first glance. Her old body was nice and slim, but Rainbow Dash was always something out of a dream. Her waist is just as slender, but her hips and her bust seem to be fleshed out some more. Her body overall looks more well fed, no ramen breakfasts and ice cream midnight snacks, with beers in between.

She stepped toward the counter, her eyes were on you, someplace between angry and another emotion. You stand up a little, not to be threatening, but not to cower away. It was incredibly awkward.

“Hey, Rainbow,” Blossomforth greeted bravely, her voice surprisingly amiable. “Gonna get toned as fuck?” She chuckled, but the tension was too tight.

“Yeah,” she said lowly, her eyes on you. “Yeah, I think I will. Got a PRT coming up.”

“Sounds good,” Blossomforth replied, retreating into her chair.

“Yeah,” Rainbow obligatorily tossed towards the girl behind the counter. “It does.”

You breathe softly and deeply, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. With no body language, you try your luck. “Long time no see, Dash.” You try to remain light. She was a powder keg four years ago. Time usually calmed heated spirits, but Rainbow sure seemed hot.

She nodded and rapped her knuckles on the counter, strong magenta eyes on you. Her body, just an arm's length away, was begging for a bent over kiss. “Yeah, yeah it has been. You ever get that degree in physics or whatever?”

“Kinesthesiology, but yes. That’s why I’m here. You ever get that commission?”

“Sorta.” Dash cracks a little smile, but that only adds to the tension. Talking to that angry, sexy face was like walking a razor’s edge on a windy day. “Couldn’t cut the nerdy stuff in college, so I got a commission in the reserves, just recently, actually.”

“Congrats!” Blossomforth added, then quickly retreated into her seat, hiding her red cheeks as she slumped down into a puddle.

Dash never broke eye contact, that angry glare growing sharper. “I have to muster in two months for a field exercise and a PRT, or physical readiness test. Just a simple run, two minutes of pushups and two of sit ups. But,” Dash added, knocking her knuckles on the counter. “If I don’t max everything, I won’t get the waiver I need. Don’t ask.”

“Don’t think I care to.”

“Good.”

“Very.”

Dash pursed her lips and narrowed her gaze at you, but you don’t budge. “You came here to get sweaty, so lets get started.”

“Lets!” She plucked up the bag she already had slung over her shoulder and stormed off into the gym. You don’t turn around and follow, waiting for her to come back. “Hey, Blossomforth,” she asks quietly, glowering, you’re sure, even though you’re not looking at her. “Where’s the girl’s locker room?”

You watch through your peripheral as Blossomforth points in the direction to your left. Dash walks off that way, leaving a wake of indignant frustration.

“Sheesh,” the girl behind the counter quietly comments. “What’d you do to her?”

“Trusted her. I trusted her, one time too many.” You dip your head at last and sigh. You collect yourself and pointlessly simulate the future in your head. It’s detrimental, probably, but you cannot not do it. Dash will come back, probably wearing even less, too damn sexy for public. She’ll raise hell over something and you’ll retaliate, call her a cheating whore again, she might get physical, again, and things could only go downhill.

“Once too many,” you repeat, hoping the cryptic tone will dissuade Blossomforth from further questioning. You want to leave, but you cannot do that. You’re a professional. Professionals don’t fuss or fight, they’re efficient, executing their job and not causing other problems. You rap your knuckles on the counter and shake your head, returning yourself to Earth. “Sorry, honey. Drama is all it is. Old drama.”

“How old?” she asks.

You look towards the locker room and watch Rainbow walk out, a sweatband, a Celestia-damned sweatband on her forehead, blue and gold, a winged lightning bolt stitched on the side. “Just four years or so.”

“Four and a half,” Rainbow corrects from across the gym, the quiet radio hardly cause to raise her voice.

You nod and stand up tall and walk to her.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom,” you offer, trying to start on a completely straight-forward, to the point, non-drama, no bullshit plane. “I’ll come back in a second and, um, we’ll start stretching and work out a nice plan.”

“Cool,” she replies, her pretty magenta eyes staring off as she twists her upper body back and forth.

You bite your bottom lip as you pull your manhood over your waistband in the bathroom. You finish in a few seconds, not needing to piss at all, really. You take your time washing your hands, then your face. It won’t be that bad, you tell yourself, staring your square jaw down in the mirror. You wash your face and dry off, then return to the gym.

Rainbow’s eyes catch yours for just a second, but it’s a painful second. Buried emotions knock on the doors to their coffins as you approach her in the multi-purpose room. “Okay, so,” you begin, clapping your hands. “Pushups, situps, and run. Couldn’t be easier. We’ll definitely hit the treadmill, then work around with the upper body and core, not neglecting the legs. They’ll be important for the distance run if you want any sort of speed.”

“Mmhmm,” she replies, cocking her hip. “I know what needs work. I came here to learn how.”

“And I’ll show you.” Getting into things wasn’t so bad. Professionalism. “Okay, let’s start out with dynamic stretches. Today, we’ll just get the hang of things and warm up to the motions, no pushing the limit, just finding them. Slowly,” you show her, “stand feet shoulder-width and reach for the sky, holding hands, palms up. Go to your right, keeping your body flat to the plane you’re on. Imagine you’re in a narrow slot, your chest and back are touching invisible walls, parallel. Go as far as you can,” you exhale, glad she does as well, following what you do, standing opposite. “Hold, and go to your left.” You slowly stand up straight and go to your right, facing her and mirroring Rainbow. “Two more times each way, holding extreme. If you can go further than me, go for it.” Rainbow can, considerably.

“Step back,” you instruct and perform. “Same stance but feet double far apart. Reach all the way forward and then down, between your legs, keeping them straight.” You wish you could see her ass right now. “Try to grab something behind your butt with both hands, keeping your spine perfectly straight. Hold the extreme for five seconds, then come back up,” you do slowly, watching Rainbow follow you. Her bare stomach isn’t as flat as it once was. “And all the way back, keeping your spine straight, don’t lean to the side. Go until you feel off balance, then come back.” She’s far more flexible than yourself. “Repeat. Hold the extreme.”

You stand and spread your stance. “Grab your left ankle, stance as wide as possible. Hold it when you feel pain, don’t push it.” Her skin-tight bike shorts nearly touch the spongy gym floor. “Other side.” You hold the position, stroking your burning hamstring. “Back, repeat twice.” You do so silently, listening to her breath, trying with little success to keep your excitement contained. You're grateful you tucked things away into your waistband.

“Alright now to get started,” you tell her, standing to look in her eyes. You try not to think about the red in her cheeks. “Lets hit the treadmill, then we’ll work on some strength training for your core.”

You grab your water and head for the treadmills, wishing that you were following Rainbow. “How far are we gonna run?” she asks, taking the one next to you. “The fitness test is only a mile and a half.”

“Then we’ll go ahead and do two, keeping an even pace.”

Rainbow doesn’t complain, but she is visibly trying not to.

“Come on, just hit six miles an hour and keep that up for twenty minutes. Nothing to it. The mind is lazy, not the body. Once you hit that stride, I bet you’ll outpace me no problem.”

Rainbow climbs onto the treadmill next to yours, one of the three, and you begin after her by hitting start. The old machine hums up and you begin slowly walking, then jogging, then breaking into a 1440 clip. You try not to let your mind wander, but it does. Rainbow’s body is in the forefront, as well as millions of sweetly painful memories, the scar burning again. The urge to ask her questions come and go like powerful, indefinite tides. You pass a mile before saying a word, then a mile and a half. The entire jog, you are listening to Rainbow’s footfalls and even, deep breathing, in through the nose and out through her mouth. She’s a former track star, so there’s no surprise she knows what she’s doing. Nothing can train for a run like a run, however, and she came here to train.

Two miles pass easily in twenty minutes, so you hit three miles an hour and cool down. You shake your legs and arms out, feeling your round biceps and thick forearms, pumped to pump some good arm and chest exercises. Of course, since it’s Rainbow’s first day with you as a client, it will be an “all over” day, with few reps but many sets.

You look over to Rainbow after a minute or so of walking briskly. “Ready for pushups?” you ask, cracking your neck, wishing the radio was on another, less teenage-girl station.

“Yeah,” she says lightly. “Yeah, let’s fuckin- let’s do it. Sorry,” she says, shaking her head. “Six months in the military and I’m already cursing like a sailor.”

“I don’t give a shit about language,” you reply, slapping the big red stop button. “Let’s get fucking huge.”

Rainbow rolls her adorable magenta eyes and hops off the treadmill, leading you to the open room in the gym. “So,” she asks, walking backwards. “What’s next, Jake?”

You can’t hold in a smile. She’s just as cute as she was 4 years ago. You wonder if vodka still makes her handsy. “Fucking push ‘em out!”

Rainbow goes red in her face, in a volcanic land between amused, scarred, and furious. She lands somewhere near embarrassed and pridefully flattered. She drops to a perfect pushup position, palms pointing parallel with her straight spine, and drops her shoulders until her elbows break ninety degrees. You instinctively drop and join her, counting out loud.

“Two! Three! Four! Deeper! Six! Seven! Deeper! Nine! Ten more! Eleven! Twelve! THIRteen! FOURteen! FIfteen! SIXteen! SEVENteen! EIGHTEEN! NINETEEN! HELL yeah!” You jump to your feet with her and try not to overstep any boundaries. “That’s what I’m talking about! Okay, let’s knock out some ab stuff,” you inform before Rainbow can object. “Do you know how to do ‘photosynthesis’?”

Rainbow scoffs, face red, breathing heavily. “What?”

“Watch.” You sit on your ass and cross your feet, keeping your hands to your chest as you lean back to about forty-five degree. “Photosynthesis,” you monotonously drone as you lean back until you nearly lose balance, extending your legs straight and splaying your arms to either side. You retract and beckon Rainbow with a pull of your head. “Come on. It looks dumb, but it burns your upper abs hard.”

“Okay, man,” Rainbow laughs. “I’ll try it.” She drops to her round butt and takes your starting position.

“Say it with me: photosynthesis. Photo-come on, you have to say it, Rainbow,” you gesture for her to do it, but she’s refusing, red faced. “We’re gonna keep doing them until you say it twenty times. Photosynthesis.”

You laugh with her as she tries to say it, copying your exercise. “Photosynthersum,” she tries, but laughs and drops her feet to the floor. “Dammit, Jake, why do you have to be so weird?”

“It’s weird,” you counter, moving your arms and extending your crossed legs, feeling a tightness in your upper abs. “But it works, I barely feel a thing. Come on, Photosynthesis.”

“Photosynthesis-”

“One.”

Rainbow scoffs and repeats the repetition. “Photosynthesis.”

“Two. Photosynthesis.”

Rainbow smiles and picks up the pace, extending her legs straighter. “Photosynthesis.”

“Four.”

You repeat until twenty, then rest back on your hands, smiling wide. “Sweet. See? It works.”

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna make me say something equally stupid for other exercises.” Rainbow pulled her long, prism-effluent bangs out of her face and rolled her eyes. She was still so cute, and talking now was immensely easier. You see for the first time the same passionate, wild girl from college, just a little more controlled.

You take a quick breath and shake your head. “No, nothing like that. Alright, follow what I do. I don’t have a name for this one, but it’s good for keeping your gut muscles loose.” You slap your palms down to either side and lift your feet straight up into the air above your hips. Quickly, you bend your knees and pull your heels to your butt, then sharply and smoothly extend your feet out about six inches from the floor. You draw your feet in and kick straight up with your legs. “Easy. Do it with me.”

Rainbow puffs air out her nose and leans back, kicking her amazing, slender, strong legs straight into the air with you. You grunt and draw your feet in, Rainbow follows. You rock with her for forty repetitions easily.

“Crunches,” you blurt, immediately crossing your feet in the air, knees bent at ninety degrees. You cross your arms over your chest, fingers on your round, strong shoulders, and lurch up until your elbows smack into your knees. You repeat twenty times, keeping pace easily with Rainbow, who looks bored more than anything. “Unicornian twists,” you command, watching her tight, slim body sit up. She’s strong and thin, just like four years in the past.

“One, two three four, Two,” you count only the first of the two-stroke exercise, paddling an invisible canoe against the stream up until twenty.

“Cross crunches, just do what I do.” You lay back and bend your left knee, foot on the floor. You twist your other knee and rest your other ankle on your knee. You keep your right palm on the floor and bring your left elbow to your right knee, hand behind your head. "That's one." Rainbow repeats, awkwardly figuring out the exercise. After several repetitions, she understands well enough and rocks it out.

"Switch it up," you order, and she obeys.

Twenty reps later you lay on your back and take one deep breath. "Touch your toes," you say, bringing your straight legs and arms vertical. You lay flat again, watching Dash imitate now. "One-uh," you count. The exercise is the most difficult of them all, so you end up doing thirty.

"And start it over," you pant, blood pumping hotly through enough of the rest of your body to calm down your manliness. "Photosynthesis," you begin, focused, not taking any flak. "Come on, photosynthesis- one. Photosynthesis two, photosynthesis three, say-it-out-loud four," you shut up holding your position. Rainbow held the position, red faced, a sweat breaking across her tan, smooth skin.

She drew in and grunted softly. "Photosynthesis-"

"One," you count for her. "Ya gotta do it right."

“This-is-stupidthesis.”

“Two.”

“Fuck-osynthesis.”

“Three.”

You laugh with her as you finish out, just counting the reps. "Okay, what'd we do next?"

"The bendy one, right?" She asks, slapping her palms on the floor and sticking her feet straight up in the air.

"Bendies it is. Go," you begin holding your legs straight out six inches off the floor. You pull your feet in, watching Rainbow Dash and her round, tight ass. You kick vertical and pull back down, your lower back rolling down to rest on the floor again. "One."

You repeat until twenty, then the next exercise, and the next. Before long, your core is burning and a bead of sweat rolls down your cheek.

"Flip," you command, snapping to a pushup position. "On your count," you say, watching Rainbow adjust herself.

She takes a deep breath and drops, breaking ninety by far, and pushing up smoothly. "One."

You follow her through ten, but make her go lower on the eleventh. "Just like sex," you tell her, chest nearly touching. "It doesn't matter unless you go deep."

Rainbow rolls her eyes, fighting a smirk, and drops until her little, squished tits nearly touch the spongy gym floor beneath her. "Eh-leven!"

Again she drops nearly to the floor, grunting as she shakily rises. "Twelve!" "Thirteen!"

"Two more, just as deep."

"Thirteen!" Rainbow rests in the up position just for a breath, your threshold for egging her on, and drops quickly. Her rise is slow and laborious. "Fourteen!"

"Kill it, Dash!"

She puffs air and falls until her nipples barely scrape the floor, then rises, back still straight, but shaking. "FIFTEEN!" She shouts, rolling onto her back.

"What's the minimum for max, Rainbow?"

"Forty-eight," she sighs, arms to either side. "I don't have to go that deep or that slow, though." She sucks one more deep breath. "Jerk."

“You’re paying me,” you tell her evenly, sitting up. “That’d be a decent start for any good upper body day. Come on, let’s keep going. Lets get some barbells.”

You hop up to your feet and take Rainbow’s hand and pull her up. She stands close to you, breathing deeply. Once she’s up, you realize that that was the first physical contact you had with her since she set off for Manehatten. You’re afraid to ask how her experience with the flight officer school went. Seeing as she was a candidate for the Wonderbolts, maybe it went well. Maybe it didn’t.

“What kind of stupid shit are we gonna do now?” Rainbow asks, cocking a hip, her bottom lip looks kissable, soft, like it would do wonders if wrapped around your- “Leg stuff? Arm stuff?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, leg stuff. Lunges and squats, then once your arms and chest recover some we’ll go to the bench and get your shoulders, too.” You bring sets of ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five over to the area near the benches, finding enough room to do everything. Hogging weights in an empty gym is like turning right when the sign says not to after dark: unethical, but not much at all.

“How much do you do?” you ask, hands on twenties.

“Uh…” she thinks, rubbing her neck. Her aerobic top shows off her almost-flat stomach. You just can’t stop thinking about taking a hand and stroking up, over her bra, that’s what it basically was, and just cupping her perky, little, round breast, squeezed inside that thing.

You move your hands away from the weights. “Then we’ll start without weights and just work on form. Once you do twenty perfect, we’ll start with weights. Okay,” you instruct. “Hands at your sides, arms limp. Step out a foot and a half, roughly the length of your femur. Kneel down,” you tell her, stepping towards her and showing how just to do it. “Bend your forward knee to ninety and just beyond, your other knee should almost touch the floor. Then stand,” you show. “Nice and slow and steady. Working out is just like sex, I always tell my friends; it doesn’t matter unless you can go deep.”

Rainbow laughs, actually laughs. “You already said that, but,” she smiles. “I can dig it.” She lowers her shoulders and relaxes her arms, perfectly performing the exercise.

“The free weights are to reinforce your stabilizing core muscles.” You mirror Rainbow, stepping towards her with the opposite leg, your knees nearly touching with every repetition. “It always helps when you use them to try to keep them firm in your grip and not just hang in your fingers. That’s how you get strong forearms, besides working them specifically.”

“I can dig that, too. How’d you get to know so much about working out, Jake?” she asks, nearing ten reps.

“College,” you tell her. “I switched majors, remember?”

“Yeah. So much for going in with me on the commision.” She finishes her twenty and stands up. “Good enough?”

“Yeah, grab fifteens and then give me some twenty-fives. But, no. I have a good friend in the military, and he said he was miserable. He-”

“Hates getting told what to do all the time, we had this talk.” Rainbow hands you your weights and takes her own. “You know I didn’t make it, right?”

You stop, mid lunge, nearly falling over, weight thudding on the ground as you catch yourself. “No! I had no idea, I saw you in uniform just a week ago at that speech Princess Twilight gave. So, you made it on another deal?”

“Yeah,” Dash informs you, starting another set. “I studied hard and managed to somehow get a hundred on the reserve’s entry exam. That’s pretty much the only way to make it on the test, I hear.”

“Well,” you reply, working on lunge number five. “That’s fantastic. I didn’t take you for a brainiac.”

“What, college dropout doesn’t scream ‘bookworm’ to you?” she asks sharply, forearm veins popping as she squeezes hard on the weights. Did she have that much muscle years ago?

You breathe deeply and smoothly, mirroring Dash for the rest of the set. “So, how’d you pull that hundred out of your tight ass?”

She stands, like you, chest rising and falling, her face stuck on a cutty glare.

“What?” you ask after a second, holding onto the pair of free weights.

Rainbow shakes her head and drops her eyes as she drops her dumbbells on the rack, nearly slicing your fingers. “Nothing, Jake.”

You watch her wipe off her weights and pluck up twenties.

“Nothing it is. Try to go slower and deeper. Breaking ninety isn’t bad for your knees if you keep yourself straight.”

She does, a pouty tension lingering between the two of you. Twenty lunges later, you upgrade to thirty pounds, Rainbow to twenty five, again wiping off the weights. “Do you have a membership here or something?” you ask as lightly as possible. “This has to be the smallest gym in town.”

“It is, of the two of them. Ponyville isn’t that big, but it’s growing.” Rainbow’s slighted tone seems less so, but you better not stomp around on thin ice. “And,” she continues, breathing steadily, sweat making her pink face begin to shine. “I don’t. Why pay when you saved the owner’s life? That’s membership enough for me. Old man Trotter insists I use his gym. ‘Think of it like a sponsorship!’ he said that day way back when. Idiot doesn’t understand that I’m not out there flying the Trotter banner in the Bolts, or when I’m out doing… whatever.”

“Saving Equestria?” you reply, watching her legs. “Watch your feet, keep everything perfectly straight.”

“Ah,” Dash grunts, standing for the twentieth time. “‘preciate the help. But don’t say that,” Dash starts, grabbing for her next set with one hand and rubbing her quad with the other. “I’m not fulfilling a prophecy like the princesses say with the elements, and all. I’m just, you know, having fun with my best friends, and doing what I can. Anyone would go out and fight an army of doppleganging bug-creatures, fight a ten-foot tall she-demon princess from the moon, a senile lord of chaos, save the Tree of Harmony, and, well,” she laughs. “I can’t say much for Tirek. That was mostly the magic nerd, I just helped.”

“Wow…” you mumble, remembering just how much the Bearers really did accomplish. “Well, you could teach me a thing or two on saving the world, but I think I could teach you a thing or two about squats.”

Rainbow smiles, her bright magenta eyes too gorgeous to look away from. You smile back, and just look, look into her eyes. Dash breathes first, her eyes dropping and her face flushing. “Heh, yeah,” she replies, standing tall again. “Are we finished with lunges, then?”

“Sure, let’s ease into things, today. Let’s rock some squats, resisted calf raises, bench, shoulder press, kill your arms, then round it out with some pullups and dips.”

“Fucker,” she hisses, looking away.

You stroll past her, and despite your best judgement, you give Rainbow a firm good game. Celestia, she’s much less firm than four years ago.

“HEY!” she shouts, her voice cracking, causing you to let out a short laugh. “You can’t just DO that!” Rainbow smacks you back, making you flex, leaving a sharp sting on your cheek.

“Oooh! Yes, ma’am, I like it! GET some!” You shout back bending over and grab the black bar from the bench rack, sticking your ass up in the air. Rainbow’s furious face is on the verge of cracking up. “Ve ah goheen to lift ze hef-vy zeen, ya?”

You drop the metal bar back on the rack and look to either side, thinking. “How much can you handle?”

“How much can you?”

“Oh I’m a lil bitch, my twig legs can barely do the bar,” you lie outright, loading each side with forty-fives, reverse curling the round weights a few times as you do so.

Rainbow, smiling steps around in front of you. “Well, bitch legs. Show me how it’s done.”

“Alright, stare at my ass and learn.” You heft the bar and turn around to face the mirror. You drop the bar to the floor and talk as you do. “Squat down, get the bar up,” you tell her, hoisting the weight and resting it on the back of your neck. “Begin with your knees over your toes, which are just about shoulder width and pointing out at a forty-five. Ass back as far as you can, feet flat on the floor, push outwards with the balls of your feet, dig them into the floor. Look,” you flex your legs and feel tension shoot up the back of your legs, your glutes tighten up. “You should feel your butt turn to steel, that’s good. Keeping your back straight, unbend your knees, keeping your feet out like this.” You begin to stand, your head staying up, your chest coming back and your ass forward. “Focus,” you tell Dash. “Do it in one smooth motion, remember your feet. That’s where it all starts. Then, just bring it down, forcing your feet apart.” You push the bar above your head and drop it on the floor in front of you.

“You can do that much weight, right?”

Rainbow nods, smiling, face pink. “I can,” she says simply. “Spot me close, though. It’s been a minute since I did big girl squats.”

You help her get the bar on her neck, but that’s it. You touch her spine and pull her shoulders back. “Feet,” she moves her toes out. Rainbow’s tight shorts get tighter as she lifts her butt up, you watch closely as the fabric stretches over her strong thighs. You try to focus on the rest of her, correcting her bent back once, but can’t stop staring.

“Try to go deeper.”

“Doesn’t matter unless,” she began with a smile, trying hard to breathe evenly.

You don’t need to correct her at all for the next twenty squats. Her round butt took control of your circulatory system in the process, directing all your blood between your knees. You discreetly ensure everything is tucked away, but a discerning eye could certainly spot a bulge.

“Awesome,” you tell her as the bar drops from her shoulders to the floor with a clang. “Get a sip of water, then we’ll bump it up.” You catch her eyes looking at yours for a second, a cocky grin wide across her face. She gives a quick wink as she strolls off, and you swear she was swaying her hips.

You Inhale sharply and try not to think about her bending over and using her lips to suck up water. You grant yourself one quick, incognito adjustment, that’s it. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been quite this hard. You watch Dash stand up in a mirror and place your hands on your hips, biting your cheek until you taste blood (there was blood in other parts of your body, after all). “Ready?” you ask, averting your eyes.

“For the same weight?” she retorts with attitude. “I thought we were ‘bumping it up’, Jake.”

“Right,” you reply, evenly, forcing yourself not to look stupid. “Get that side,” you tell her reaching down for a five-pounder, catching your head on the side of another weight.

Rainbow holds back most of a giggle, but still looks at you. She slides another weight on the pole, an image you didn’t and absolutely did need to see. “You alright?”

“Just pumped,” you laugh back, feeling your temple. It wasn’t a hard bump by any standard.

“Alright,” she says skeptically. “Do something more than stare this time,” she says over her shoulder, adjusting her grip and stance, her ass already tight. “Aren’t you getting paid?”

I’d pay to watch this, you think to her, squatting down to look at her fingers as they firmly wrapped around- You stand up and pretend to cough. “Move your hands out so that your first finger is on the smooth part, here,” you show her. “If that’s too wide, move it back. Once you know a bar well enough you can just grab it how you know will be good.”

“Ha, phrasing,” Rainbow murmurs.

You roll your eyes and try not to think about it. “Okay, walked into that,” you laugh. Rainbow adjusts her grip, biting her lip for just a second. It’s a second, but it’s still Rainbow Dash biting her lip.

She pushes her butt out and stands up slowly, her left knee shaking. “Push your foot out. It’s not taking away from your butt muscle group, it’s completely separate, but it lines up everything.”

Rainbow grunts and follows your instruction, her posture returning to perfection. “Exactly,” you tell her. “Keep THAT stance. Go all the way down, nice and slow and smooth.”

You coach her closely, inspecting her to the last detail. Her muscles are strong, but her glutes are definitely underworked. Plenty of exercise, just not focussed on the important part; not focussed on her sexiest part. Four years ago, her ass was much more firm, you know it. Maybe it had a little less mass, more sleek, but her butt has the potential to really boom.

Rainbow only gets to fifteen, but that’s okay, she went up in weight, and the two of you were working toward finding limits today, anyway. “Jake,” she says, sitting on the bench. “You’re not just doing this to get in my pants, are you?”

You shake your head and lean on the bar rest. “I didn’t. I didn’t know you signed up until I was on my way here, today. In fact, I thought you hated me.”

“Well, I guess I did,” Rainbow smiled, despite her words, softening their blow, but they were still sharp. “I never got why you never wanted to go in with me.”

“I wanted to, believe me,” you reply. “I just, had trouble committing. Five years in the Wonderbolts? That’s a bit much. Being a pilot would be so kick ass, but,” you laugh and look down. “I’m not cut from the same cloth, ya know? My grades barely let me be a corpsman, you know.”

“Yeah,” Rainbow said, leaning back against the opposite pole. “I had to get about six waivers, all for school, just to get the reserves.” She picks up one foot and rests it close to her butt on the bench, her other leg resting long along the edge, inadvertently showing off her legs, her tight, tight shorts showed her panty line. “I’m glad our paths crossed, Jake,” she says, slapping your fingers lazily with her own. “It’s crazy to see how much you’ve changed.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, ready to counter with ‘saving the world a dozen times’.

“Shoulders, chest, arms, abs, ass, legs and back,” she laughs, smiling. “Celestia… You must eat two pounds of steak raw and wash it down with a dozen raw eggs every morning.”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, well I work out,” you mumble back coyly. “It’s cutting season, though, so I’m down to one pound and a half dozen.”

Rainbow rocks forward to sit up, her face six inches from where your rigid manhood is throbbing, begging for her mouth. It’s so close…

“Come on, Jake,” she says. “Tell me. Is my ass as good as you remember?”

You cough and wobble the support back and forth like a shifter in neutral. “Want me to be honest or tell you what I think would get me laid faster?”

“Ah!” she scoffs. Rainbow bites her lip and punches your thigh, her eyes looking down at your lap. You can’t stop thinking about resting your hand on her head as she goes down. “What’s that supposed to mean? Of course I want the honest truth. Tell me.”

“Not as firm, little bit bigger.” You nod and look at the floor. “Back when you were training in college, you were a lot more into cardio, I think, and that sprinting and running helped get your butt lean.”

“Yeah,” she frowns, feeling her butt as she sat there, looking up at you, just like as if she was on her knees. “The academy food was so filling, and they made us do distance runs so much. Taking off from the gate took leg strength.”

“Get it back.”

“Yes, sir,” Rainbow said too smoothly, looking into your eyes as she got up, hand on your upper, upper thigh.

You breath out through your lips silently as she turns. Willpower lets you refuse to watch her bend over and increase the weight another ten pounds. She grabs the bar and lifts it back onto her shoulders, adjusting her stance. She moves her toe in a little too much so you step in front of her to stop her. “Left foot,” you say. “Back straight, shoulders high, Dash.”

She dips her head and looks forward, face coming down towards your waistband; then her eyes pop open. “Are you hard?” she whispers, looking up, smiling like she just heard a naughty secret.

You nod and chew on your lip, tasting blood again. No sense in hiding it, now.

Dash goes redder in the face, then stands up slowly, her form good, as far as you can tell, even if blood is drained from your brain. She’s just a foot from you, holding one hundred and fifty-five pounds of iron on her shoulders. “Pull it out,” she mouths at you, smiling like an evil little kitten. She pops her butt out and drops, feet pushing apart.

You breathe hard through your nose and hook your thumbs in your waistband, looking at the lobby area. Blossomforth is watching, but a leg machine is in the way, you think, of your lower body. You raise your eyebrows at her, getting a flirty wave. You focus on Rainbow, who is standing again, grunting softly as she is erect again, about six inches shorter than you. “Come on, Jake,” she whispers, almost begging, you think, and hope. “I just want to see it.”

No, you want me to fuck you raw right here on the gym floor. You can’t stop the dirty thoughts. There was no way she was just going to ‘see it’. You lower your hands as she squats down, her back still straight. You expose the shaved skin where your happy trail leads and about half an inch of your vertically trapped erection, but that’s it, then Dash comes up. She pretends to faint in front of you, keeping her movements slow and smooth. She drops even slower this time, you’ve forgotten what repetition. You pull your shorts and underwear down to reveal the tip, popping down out of your shirt. Dash audibly gawks, her shoulders dipping to one side. You pull your shorts up and bend down to straighten her, just a small tremble.

“Focus on your feet,” you softly say in her ear.

“Fucking how?” she hisses, looking up at you with a white-toothed smile. “Show me more,” she whispers in your face as she stands. “Wanna meet me in the shower after this?” she asks, going down, looking up and sticking out her tongue, sighing “ah”.

You pull your shorts down and reveal two more inches of your hard, veiny cock, now aimed down a pant leg. Rainbow stands up and looks down at it, shuffling closer a quarter step. “Oh my fucking goddess.”

Rainbow squats again, and again, watching your waistband slowly drop and reveal a fully erect penis. Your dick can’t help but throb and drip a little precum, which you promptly wipe into the floor with your shoe. “You still have a hair trigger?” you ask as she stands up again, breathing shakily, but her form is good. “Breathe, girl, deep and smooth, just like how I fuck.”

Rainbow looks up into your eyes and nods, biting her lip, hard. “I’m…” she squatted deep, sucking in a deep breath through her nose at the bottom, nearly touching your pre bead. She stands and moans softly as she exhales, her form absolutely perfect. “I’m so fucking horny,” she whispers in your face, smile wide and brow showing her desperation. Rainbow bites her lip and looks over your body. She shuffles forward a few inches, and you stand statue still. “Gynecologist even said I might have a condition. Nothing bad, or wrong, just, extra sensitive. And easy to get soaked, too. Drenched the chair a few times.”

“Cute doctor?” you ask her.

“Sexy lieutenant commander,” Dash shrugs, weights clinking. “She had the best way of stroking my g-spot, got me squirting in no time.” The girl in heat squats one more time, looking up as she goes down. Despite the little voice in your head, you don’t step back and keep your professional distance. Instead, you stand your ground, watching closely as Rainbow Dash opens her mouth wide and sticks her tongue out. She laps up your precum and stands slowly, her shoulders steady, back straight and butt firm. She shows off your fluid and shuts her mouth. Maintaining eye contact, she swallows, loud, then shows her clean tongue. You shake your head and try not to react physically beyond biting your cheek. “Girls’ locker room, now.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered through her teeth with intensity.

“Rack your weights and don’t make too much noise when I fuck you raw.”

“No rubber?” she asked in a hushed, desperate tone, smiling.

You just shake your head and slip your dick back into your waistband.

Rainbow Dash struggles with both racking her weights and walking calmly and steadily to the locker room. You notice then that her black bike shorts are a little darker at her crotch, and, somehow, her inner thighs are glistening, as if wet.

Blossomforth had turned around and was playing a new game of solitaire. You swallow and head to the girl’s, thankfully opposite the boy’s. You stick your head out, and, finding the coast clear, slip back in.

Rainbow faces away and slips her top over her head. She turns and sits down with her legs wide on the end of a bench, her small, perky breasts out with pointy pink nipples. There’s no point in playing cool. You dive down to your knees and pull her shorts down to her ankles and wrap her thighs around your face. Rainbow Dash grabs your hair and holds on as your tongue tastes her hot, hot pussy, still sweet and salty. Rainbow’s labia is so warm and soft, waxed smooth on your tongue, so fresh, wet, delicious, flavorful. You groan and pick her up by her fat ass, hunching over as you straddle the bench and dive your tongue into her lips. You pull her tiny “fuck me” panties aside and dive your tongue in deep, but it only takes a few seconds of vigorous tongue-fucking before her thighs clamp around your ears and begin to squeeze. Hard.

Her shaking legs relax to a weak shiver, her throat squeaking and chest rising and falling erratically and shallowly under your groping palm. You lick your soaked lips and molest her small breasts, then pull her tiny shorts off and throw them to the side. You spread her legs wide and pull your own shorts down, your rigid cock bouncing with every heartbeat. “You are still on a hair trigger. I like it.”

“Shut up and fuck- WHAT THE FUCK?!” Dash covers herself and goes rose red, her legs closing in an instant. You look over your shoulder, fearing the worst, and see her. Blossomforth is standing, hand flying from her tight pants, blushing hard as well.

“W-wait!” she stutters. “It’s cool! It’s cool! I won’t tell! I’m going!”

“Wait!” you shout, taking control, turning your upper body and hips, rigid dick in view, purposely. You let it throb in her eyes for a moment, her face flushing hard, Blossomforth’s stance is primed to bolt. “You promise?”

It’s crazy, but letting her watch might just be the only chance of keeping it a secret. Rainbow doesn’t need the publicity, and you could do without a scandal. Blossomforth’s face is crimson. “Mmm hmm,” she says, nodding her head, holding her hands behind her back, her heels returning to the tiled floor.

You take a few short breaths, heart racing, adrenaline surging, cock throbbing, the pink helmet bulging as your heart pumps blood powerfully through the organ. “Okay,” you say deeply to her. “Go, lock the front and come back here. You can watch,” you say turning back to Rainbow. Is that okay? you mouth to her. Dash’s magenta eyes are wide as plates, her face red as well. She’s breathing rapidly, but her pussy is leaking. Was she always this wet?

Blossomforth stumbles out of the locker room. You kiss Rainbow the second she leaves, shoving your tongue into her mouth before she can protest. Rainbow moans and holds your face in shaking hands. She pushes you up and looks into your eyes, brows angry. Her palm connects hard with your cheek, her fingers strike your temple. Her lips meet yours messily before you can react. She sucks on your lip and moans softly, her feet wrap around your waist. “Mmmm,” she moans softly. “We should really fucking get together after this,” she whispers.

“Lets go to your place and fuck all night, just like our college days.”

“Good cardio,” she whispers, then shoves her tongue in your mouth. Her hand reaches down and grabs your wet cock to rub her dripping lips. “After you fuck me here, though.”

You suck her lip and molest one small, perky, squishy breast and dip your hip down. Rainbow’s just as tight as she was in college. Once half your hard dick is inside her, you can’t help but think of how much you missed her and the number of partners she has had since. You moan and sink all the way inside, flushing all those annoying, nasty thoughts away. Your tip spreads her tight vagina, exposing relatively dry skin, but once you bottom out, you pull back and dive in again, fixing that problem. Your drenched cock wetly slides back and forth, making Dash tense up and grip your shoulders.

“Ah, Jake,” she whispers, her head falling back to the bench with a thunk. You grin and lick your wet lips as you begin to drill her. Rainbow’s feet cross behind your back and pull you into her desperately. Her tough face screws up with desperation as you hilt inside her. “Yes!” she hisses, back arching. You hold the small of her back with one free hand and roll your hips faster and faster. Due to the infrequency of sex as of late, your balls, aching for release, tense up far before you think they were due.

“Rainbow,” you groan, pulling out. “Too fucking good.” You hold your throbbing cock and wince as you can’t hold back. You grip firmly and tug on your manhood twice until your core muscles clench tight and your cock explodes a hot volley, eight or so long ropes. Rainbow catches them with slutty grace, smiling from ear as you pump lines of thick cum all over her stomach and breasts, two reaching her face and slapping her lips. She licks at the mess and smiles.

Rainbow pants with you, rubbing her clitoris for a little while. “Holy shit,” she pants, just as out of breath as you. “What the fuck, Jake? We just fucked in a fucking locker room!”

“It was hot, though,” you tell her, planting a hand beside her head on the bench. “Lets hit the showers and get out of here.”

“D-do you mind?” came a familiar voice.

Rainbow laughed and wiped her chin with a finger. You turn and see Blossomforth dropping her tight shirt. Her C-cup breasts hide behind a hand, you had not realized she was that busty before. She had love handles, even slight as they were, and a bulge in her belly that told of either snacky diet habits, lazy workouts, or some combination of the two.

“Get the hot water going,” you tell her, leaning to the side to show off the mess of Rainbow Dash.

She gulps and smiles, then nods and walks off, still hiding her unshaven womanhood. “Did you see her bush?” Rainbow mouths with a disgusted, exaggerated frown. You can’t help but laugh silently and look up, watching her round ass walk to the showers.

Rainbow rolls off the bench and groans, feeling her vulva. She shuffles to her locker and pulls out shower shoes, a loofa, and bottles of shampoo and soap. “Hope you like lavender,” she sighs. “Twilight got it for me. Don’t ask.”

“I love lavender.” You rear back and slap Rainbow’s ass, full force, a meaty snap resounds throughout the locker room, followed by a high-pitched yelp.

Instead of retaliating and attacking you, Rainbow’s knees buckle, her jaw locks up and she hisses in pain, unable to respond for a long second. “Jake!” she whines, rubbing her ass. “Mmph!” Her and her red face saunter to the entryway to the shower, then Dash bends over and throws her ass out. “Well?” she asks over her shoulder shortly. “Gonna even out the fucking redness?”

You smile and rear back again, not holding back an ounce. She nearly falls face-first into the open showers. You laugh and walk closely behind Rainbow, holding her hips as she breathes shallowly under a stream of hot water.

“Well?” you say to Blossomforth. “Are you gonna let Rainbow scrub all the cum off her body all by herself?”

“Jake!” Dash breathes over her shoulder, eyes shut, body reacting to your hands cupping both one of her perky little boobs and her waxed vulva.

“I- uh, okay,” Blossomforth stammers. Her bright hair clashes with the dark blue tiles of the showers. Her wet body is larger than Dash’s, but not nearly as desirable. Her hips are slim and her back and waist both carry a little too much fat. Rainbow is much more lean, but no popsicle stick. You stroke her sides and press your hardening manhood up between her round ass cheeks.

You bend your head down and whisper in her ear, rubbing in the soap her shower poof is applying to Rainbow’s slim, sexy body. “You’re the sexiest girl in the world, Rainbow.” You bite her ear and cup her wet, waxed lips. A small groan escapes your lips.

Rainbow’s shoulders dip down and her ass presses back into your lap. You stroke her vulva as Blossomforth gets on her knees, pretty bangs pulled back to lay on her scalp. “AH!” Rainbow yelps, her shoulders straightening right out.

You massage her perky, firm little breasts some and slip your hard cock down between her firm, big butt, the tip poking Blossomforth’s chin. She recoils, too, and dives right back into Dash’s hairless pussy, eating her out apparently quite well. Over Rainbow’s shoulder, you watch Blossomforth’s deep magenta hair, just darker than Rainbow’s eyes, her head bobbing up and down gently as she eats out the pussy you were just inside.

“What do you think about this?” you ask Dash, squeezing her ass hard, then slipping a wet finger to circle her clean little anus.

The athletic girl is caught between a cock and a horny woman, unable to escape. “Jake,” she breathes. “Fuck my ass,” she commands in a silken tone over her shoulder. “I know how much you love it.” Rainbow drapes a leg over Blossomforth’s shoulder and cups your face. “Get that cock nice and wet in my puss, first, though. Water… not good for lube.”

“I remember,” you groan in her ear, feeling her hand guide you to where Blossomforth was devouring Rainbow’s hot little pussy. You penetrate her ass with a finger and push Blossomforth out of the way with your dick, only to feel her lips wrap around your tip, her moaning mouth vibrating your tip. She licks your wet shaft and reaches under to cup your balls. You watch Rainbow’s hand push her cute, wet face back, the slut was thirsty. You bend your knees and reach around to push your tip inside Rainbow’s hotter pussy, moaning in her ear at the sensation. “Ah, Rainbow Dash,” you whisper and bite her earlobe. “Where the hell have you been?”

“Missing you,” she whimpered, then licks your cheek and kisses your face blindly. You gyrate your hips and fill her with your manhood, hilting inside her tight, wet pussy. You fuck her, Blossomforth molesting your balls and sucking Dash’s clit, until you can feel an orgasm close. You pull out and smear her pussy juice on her asshole, then push in the tip before the shower can rinse away the good pussy lube.

Her asshole is just as tight as it was in college. Rainbow’s shapely hips shake, and the girl between her legs holds her ass fast. Her big butt slaps your hips gently as you shove your wet cock all the way inside, causing her to reflex and tense up. “Ah!” she groans, hands randomly tensing. “A-aaahhh, Jake!” Dash squeaks. You cup her breast and grip her hip in either hand and give her a few gentle, rolling thrusts. Rainbow takes it well, until you pick up the pace. Both her hands fly to Blossomforth’s head and pull her into her crotch, more of her weight resting on the worker girl. You hump faster, her tight little rim slipping over your wet dick is too good. You groan in her ear and pick up the pace again. Dash is a wet, tense mess, her shoulders tweak and twitch, her hips gyrate and spasm, her legs pudding and her arms stiff. Her toes curl and her throat catches, you hold her tender neck and hump up into her, just waiting, listening to your body’s signals. Her anus feels so good, gripping your dick tight, pushing and pulling on the organ as it slips over your wet skin. Inside is so soft and warm, too.

Rainbow is loving it. You suck air over her shoulder, inhaling the scent of her hair and keep up the pace. Your swinging balls begin to climb up towards your body and you can’t take it. Her ass is too good to stop, though. You hold her neck and shove your cock inside, her spasming and gasping drawing your hard dick to climax.

“M-MMrruh, Dash!” you grit your teeth as your rocket fires inside. Cumming in her ass feels so fucking good, mind-numbing, everything-numbing. Only in her asshole have you ever experienced the joys of not pulling out. You exhale at last and pull your hips back to a normal standing position, breathing hard through your nose. You stand still and let her recover.

Dash arches her back and looks over her shoulder. “T-the fuck? That was too good! Ah!” You feel your cock slip out of her tight little ass, instantly freezing in the hot shower air, her magenta eyes cross and her shoulders buckle and she bends over. You look down and watch Blossomforth, two fingers inside Rainbow’s back door, playing with the cream drooling down. The red little ring gapes a little when her fingers pull out, covered in white cream. Blossomforth laughs quietly and plays with the mess, spray from the shower slowly rinsing it away.

Dash bowleggedly steps over the squatting Blossomforth and gives her a “good girl” pat on the head. You are pulled to her by your shoulder and fall to the wall, pinning her with a kiss. Not a fairytale romantic kiss, but a throat-filling, moaning, groaning, filthy, vile frencher. Rainbow’s legs wrap around your waist, her round butt cheeks squish around your hard grip. Your muscles are taught, she is molesting your sides and neck and deltoids and back, her heels press into your gluteus.

She breaks from the kiss to breathe, but you relentlessly kiss her face and neck, devouring her, gasping for breath. Blossomforth sneaks in to kiss your girlfriend and you, but she’s a third wheel if ever there was. She kept whimpering, mumbling. You are too busy groping Rainbow and tongueing her mouth. Her feet return to the tile and her hands slide over your body. They go down to cup your manhood. The thick member covered in cum and filth is hard again, even if it aches from so much use. Rainbow massages your spent sack and coaxes every ounce of softness out. You groan watch her get to her knees, eager to see her throat herself on your hard-

Blossomforth slaps your face with her open palm, loud enough to echo. The world grows again from just Rainbow Dash and her amazing body to the enclosed girl’s showers, the falling water, and the shrinking girl with a bright head of hair.

She gulps, her body has never been smaller. “S-sorry,” she mutters aloud. “But, you need to get out of here.”

“What?” you huff, your cheek starting to sting. She caught your temple nice and square with the meat of her palm. “Round three!”

“No, no round three! Missus Cake always comes at one to sweat off her mommy fat!”

“Round three,” Dash whines, slouching back against the wall. “Get dressed, Jake. Let’s take the party back to my place. Tell Trotter something came up.”

“What time is it?” you ask. You peek your head around the corner and look for a towel. Dash comes out with you, limping and wincing, holding your package from behind as you towel off. She kisses your body, caressing your balls and tugging your cock with vitality.

The other girl lifts her watch and holds her own towel to her pussy. “Um, fifteen… after.”

“Where’s Mrs. Cake, then?” Dash asks, taking the towel and hurriedly dries your lower body, doing a thorough job between your legs. You’re already slipping back into your shirt.

“Idunno!” Blossomforth mumbles with worry. Rainbow uses her towel as you shove your feet through your shorts. You rest on a bench and pull your socks and shoes on. Next is Dash, who you help pull her shorts on, only realizing after staring at her round ass that the two of you forgot the panties. She stuffs them in her bag as you turn for the door.

“Wait, Blossomforth,” you say to her. “Go first, make sure no one’s watching. If someone is here, draw their eyes away and give me a signal. Something, drop a weight or clank something.”

She does, almost forgetting her shirt. Her boobs were so much bigger than Rainbow Dash’s-

“Ow!” Dash catches your wandering eye with a pinch on your ass. “Hey now,” you turn to her, grabbing her hair in a fistful, drawing her mischievously grinning face to yours.

Rainbow holds the obvious tent in your pants firmly, sticking her tongue out as she strokes you. “You know what’s hot? A hard cumshot, right through some clothes.”

“Not as hot at not walking around all day with a gigantic stain on your shirt.”

Rainbow teases, dipping your enwrapped dick into her shorts, still jerking you off. “Jeez, it’s so fucking hot.” Dash stares at your manhood, held in her stroking hand.

“Easy, girl, you don’t want me to-”

“Come on, nymphos,” Blossomforth calls from the doorway. “It’s clear!”

“Thanks, Blossom!” Rainbow yells out. “Who’s she callin’ a nympho? She just ate me out- at work! And she doesn’t even know you! Didn’t she suck you off?”

“I forget,” you tell her, spanking her to get her body moving. “I lost track of lots of things when I was waist deep in your ass.”

“Still tingles,” Rainbow hisses, failing at walking straight. “Want a hand job in my mustang on the way to my place?”

Rainbow’s home was even more upscale and extravagant than her aunt’s place back in ritzy Canterlot. You don’t get much time to admire the decor as you slam the door behind you and drive Rainbow into the first clear wall you see, fingers pulling at her shorts and top, tongue in her mouth. Her body is just as warm as yours. You tango with her and negotiate a way to take your clothes off, then hers, her hands unable to let go of your erection. She tugs on it with intent, not caring for limits or endurance.

You lift her legs high, feet around your head, back against the wall, and slide your hard dick deep into her drenched pussy. “Ah!” she squeaks, holding your face weakly. You gyrate your hips and dip all the way inside, then pull back. Her hot hole slicks every inch of your cock, bathing it in velvet bliss. Her soft flesh on your rod squeezes gently, the entrance tight, her walls yield.

“Gah, Dash!” you breathe in her ear. You bump her harder, making her head hit the wall, but you don’t slow down, just look her in her magenta eyes.

She’s grinning, arching her back, ankles crossed behind your head. “Bedroom, upstairs, condoms,” she mutters. “Now! Don’t you dare knock me up!”

“I’ll pull out,” you groan down to her, but Rainbow’s legs bend, her knees near her head as she plants her feet on your shoulders, her flexible, strong body pushes you back and her into the wall.

Her stern face is impossible to argue with. “I’m gonna pound you into oblivion.”

“You fucking better.”

You treat the hardy girl like an ornery mule and drop her to the floor. She falls with a thump, getting up, rubbing her ass, indignantly scoffing. “JAKE!” she yells, but can’t keep up with her limp. You fly up the stairs and find her room. The walls are covered in military propaganda, the carpet is visible, no clothing department disaster aftermath like her place in Canterlot. Even her bed is made. “Do you have a roommate or something, Da-ASH!”

You fall onto the king sized bed splayed, arms and legs wide, wet erection pointing to the ceiling. Dash flips on the lights and jumps onto the bed after you, wincing as she straddles your waist. “Nope,” she says, flipping her damp hair out of her face pointlessly, as she bends over to bring her face close to yours. “You’re lucky I like you so much, or else…” she trails off, distracted by her search of her nightstand for a condom. “Or else I’d break out the whips and leather.”

“You’re right,” you reply in a low voice, holding her amazing hips. “I am lucky.” You push on her body, bringing her butt down over your cock until the tip barely touches her wet, puffy lips.

“Ah, hold on!” she giggles, shuffling her knees together again, messing up the covers. “Gosh, you’re unbearable.” Rainbow climbs up and turns around to sit on your face. You smile and hold her round cheeks, pulling her pussy to your mouth. You flick her clit with your tongue right away. She reacts by squeezing her thighs around your face, but that is the opposite of a problem. You drag your tongue over her delicious skin, her pussy flows with natural lube. You bring a finger to her slit and dive in, feeling for her g-spot. The spongy-textured bit is firm and bulging, and Rainbow’s entire body begins to shake. You kink your neck to the side to make room for a hand, but it’s worth the feeling of Dash’s insides.

Finally, you feel something plasticy on your cock, then the tip is bathed in warmth. You pat Rainbow’s fine ass and she comes off your face, clear-ish fluids dripping down from her slit. “H-holy fuck,” Dash pants, laying on her side as she rolls the orange rubber down your cock. The reservoir tip stands on the head, a silly contrast to your serious hardness. “S-stay there, I’m on top.”

“Fuck yeah you are. Ride my dick like you mean it.”

“Giddy up, cowpoke.” Rainbow grins as she kneels down facing towards your feet and guides your hard, wrapped cock to her slit. “Ah,” she groans out, her shoulders hunching over as she slowly drops her wet pussy around you, her toes curling at your sides. The hard cock slides inside slowly, the meager lubrication of the ribbed condom mixes with her fluids and soon she’s bouncing on it like her life depends on it. She bends over and bites her finger, face on her blanket, lifting and dropping her round butt on your erection rapidly. She takes the whole thing, moaning and squeaking as she fucks away.

After a minute or so, she sits up and stands on her feet, turns around, knees bent and far apart as she leans back, both hands supporting her body. You grab her waist and guide her as you hump up into her wet, tight pussy. She was so much softer and hotter without the rubber, but it still feels great, a numbing sensation grows over your sex, making your orgasm seem far away.

One of her little hands begins to vivaciously masturbate her clit, so you pick up the pace. She’s breathing tiny, ragged breaths, her shoulders shaking. Suddenly, you jam your hard dick all the way in as hard as you can. Dash tenses up and stops breathing, her knees barely shaking. Her whole body convulses, her throat letting out a sharp moan. Then she explodes properly, crying out, her pussy gushing a hot squirting orgasm, her whole body twitching and spasming, her feet losing purchase as her balance is thrown out the window. You hold her to your body, dick still buried deep in her wet, clenching hole. The girl’s smiling lips rest on your neck, hot breath flowing over your skin.

Rainbow pants, her chest rising and falling, one of her sticky hands holds yours as you grab her small breast. “Jake,” she pants, smiling wide over her shoulder to you.

“Rainbow?” you reply, gently thrusting your hips, diving deep inside the girl.

She giggles and kisses your hand, then moves it to her crotch. “Nice and slow, now,” she moans. “Just came so fucking hard, and it feels great! But,” she sighs. “I want it nice and easy, okay?”

“If you insist,” you groan in her ear, gruffly grunting as you jab her cervix with the tip of your hard cock. She gasps and moans, but can’t contain her smile.

Rainbow arches her back and gyrates her hips up and down, opposite yours, your entire length sliding wetly in and out, her tight entrance squeezing your hard cock. “Mmm, yeah! Just like that, a little faster,” she sighs. Her hips undulate back and forth, taking every inch inside her wet cunt. Your hand wiggles her clitoris like a joystick. You bury your mouth in her neck and hump away, your hips slap her ass noisily and make it shake. You pick up the pace, sacrificing force for speed.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfucking hell, oh my FUCK!” Rainbow squeaks and tenses up, then her shoulders lurch forward and her ass falls on your cock, burying the entire thing. “G-gaaaAAAH!” Her body spasmed as she orgasmed again, squeaking out little adorable happy noises.

She sits up straight and bounces a little, breathing hard, a sheen of sweat coats her skin. “Holy shit,” she croaks. “Like that?” she asks, resting her hands on your shoulders, knees at your sides.

You nod back, resting your hands on her round ass. Dash takes it slow and strokes you deep with shallow movements, just closing her eyes and feeling it inside her. She reaches back and, showing her sexy face, touches her asshole with a finger. “Ah,” she moans, slowing down as she fingers herself. Her first knuckle pops in and out, in and out, again and again as she moves her hips faster, circling around. She drops herself suddenly on your lap, taking you to the hilt, moaning out as she lifts herself higher and drops down again.

Her slick thighs work hard to drop her sexy body up and down quickly, sliding every inch of your dick in and out of her tight, wet little pussy. The condom grips the base of your dick tight as you lie still and let Dash fuck you. She endures well, sweating, her legs shaking. You could easily take her waist and hump her hard, satisfy her, but then she would just get used to that.

Rainbow moans out louder, gyrating her hips forward and back, stroking you with a big smile, watching your face with those magenta eyes. “Gonna make me do all the work?” she panted, going steady and fast.

“You want a tighter ass, don’t you?” you reply hard, as if scolding her for even wanting you to let her be lazy. She just stares daggers, but goes a little faster, breathing hard. “You know you have to work it.” You crack a smile, her cute face is too much to be cold with, and she smirks, too.

She picks up the pace. “Cardio, too, right?” she pants, her little boobs bouncing on her chest as she rapidly rolls her hips up and down. She takes her finger out and rests both hands on her thighs, grunting as she focusses. You watch, the sensation of her tight pussy growing better and better. You wonder if you’ll cum before she needs to stop. This pace was no marathon, more of a sprint. Rainbow’s ass is flexing hard when she goes up and down like that. After the half-workout at the gym, this is the perfect way to finish the set.

“Ah!” Rainbow grunts, sucking air. “Feels, ah! So good! Ass, mmmah! Hurts! Aah Jake!” She tenses up, losing her balance and falls to the side. You let her fall onto the huge, bouncy bed and kneel behind her, twitching like crazy. You dip your rubber-coated dick back in her velvet pussy right away, not giving her sex a moment to rest.

You pluck up Rainbow’s sexy hips and pull her ass into your lap, groaning as you fuck her like a sex doll. “Ugh, we’ve got to get going soon back to the gym,” you tell her, slamming your hard cock all the way inside her.

“What?” she whines over her shoulder, the whole bed shaking as you thrust your hips and pull back on her waist, her legs limp.

You grunt again and begin fucking her tight pussy faster, her round, warm ass slapping your lap every second. “I gotta meet that Trotter guy, ugh, and you need to put in a good word so I can eat every night.”

Dash pants, her annoyed face glazing over. “Oh, yeah,” she moans, but in concurrence or numb pleasure, you’re unsure. Either way, you pull Rainbow’s knees more to her sides, making her kneel for a better position. You grunt and jab your thick, hard dick all the way inside her little cunt. Rainbow moans over her shoulder, watching your hard body rail her from behind. You go faster and faster, until it feels like your chest is on fire and your balls are ready to let your cock explode. Your sex organ tingles with numb sensations, your mouth flows with spit. You swallow and hump hard and fast, your rubber contains an excess of precum. “Fuck, Dash!” you grunt. “I’m gonna cum, where do you want it, bitch?”

Rainbow’s face dips to the blanket, she looks back, her cheek on the sheets. “F-face,” she moans, out of breath, even though she’s doing no work. You fuck her tight, wet, soft, velvety cunt until your cock is ready to explode a hot load.

“Ah! Open up!” you shout, pulling out and gripping your thick cock by the base. Rainbow flops onto her back, her mouth wide open, sexy lips smiling wide for you. The rubber of course handles your hot cumshot, but your tight grip and tugging motions stroke out as much cum as possible in a long, mind-numbing orgasm, the tip bulging out as long shots fill it.

Rainbow smiles at the cum well at the tip of your dick. The rainbow maned girl giggles and rolls onto her side to scoot all the way under your kneeling body. “Wow,” she breathes, stroking her puffy pussy lips. Dash bites the cum-globe at the tip of your rubbered cock. She pulls the condom off by her teeth, moaning softly as the rubber sheath falls on her nose and forehead. “Mmmm,” she sighs, chewing on the contraceptive. She really bites hard, her incisors slicing a hole open into the tip. Your spent cock throbs, coated in smelly, flavored condom lube.

Dash doesn’t care. She sighs and moans and masturbates as she chews on the tough latex. The wonderbolt groans throatily as she slurps out the sperm from the sliced rubber, leaving the cum-slicked sleeve on her chest. Rainbow gargles your cum for a moment, looking up from under your undercarriage, then swallows noisily.

“Mmmm,” she moans. “Jake, you’ve been eating tons of fruit, haven’t you?”

You can’t help but laugh, spent, thick cock wilting on the whore’s face. “Yeah,” you confess. “Cutting season. You’re a kinky fucking slut.”

“Yeah.” Rainbow pants with you, blushing and beaming. her sex wet, but you suspect she’s sore and spent by now. You flop to her side and pull her round butt into your lap. She giggles and moans softly as you kiss her earlobe and neck. “Mmm,” you moan into her ear, cupping her breast. “You love this, don’t you, Dashie?”

She merely nods, but you can hear the desperate pleasure in her throaty moans. Her round ass pushes playfully into your lap. You cup her breast and feel around the messy bed for your cell.

“Mmm, no,” Dash huffs, pulling your hand back to her breasts, the broken condom lying on the sheets. “Cuddle, just for a bit. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too, Rainbow,” you grunt in her ear, followed by a short peck on her cheek. “But, I’ve got to get moving.” You roll over her sexy body and hop up, holding your head as your vision fades sharply for a moment. You pull your pants up as Rainbow watches, belly to the sheets and her feet kicking in the air.

Dash rolls her thighs back and forth, flexing her sexy ass. You can’t look away. “What are you gonna say to him?” she asks, looking you up and down.

“Dunno.” You smile at her, and she smiles back. The quiet of the room feels like a familiar old blanket. You linger, looking over Rainbow, her lean, sexy body prone on her big, wide, messy bed. “Fuck, I don’t wanna go,” you finally say.

Dash laughs shortly. “Go. You’ll only be gone for a sec, right?”

“Right. And I’ll have my phone,” you tell her, slipping your shirt on. Rainbow giggles as you turn it rightside out and check that it’s facing the right way.

Before you turn and go, you give Rainbow a kiss, despite your sanitary tendencies.

The drive takes forever. A moment away from her suddenly feels like ages. You check your phone the moment you arrive at the gym, just a half mile away, and find pictures of Rainbow posing in a few sexy positions, a few extremely slutty, especially her holding her reddened vulva wide open, showing the hot pink center off.

Thank Celestia she milked you dry.

Old man Trotter is waiting at the counter, the lecherous old man eyeing up Blossomforth. The girl seems to enjoy any and all attention, however, so you let the white-haired codger go on. Not much could break your stride at the moment, anyway.

“Afternoon!” he greets over his shoulder, the muscled geezer croaks, his scalp barely breaks five feet. He looked like a hard man, aged, known for his trade and his experience, if not his vices. “Jake, right?”

“Afternoon. Trotter?”

“Hey hey!” he grumbles. “Mister Trotter to you, boy. I might not be a corn-fed mother humper like the likes of you, but don’t think I haven’t earned your respect.”

“Sorry, mister Trotter,” you reply, a wide smile refusing to leave your face. “I’m not late, am I?”

“Late?” he spat, making Blossomforth wince. She’d likely have to mop that up. “You’re late, alright.” You look over his shoulder at the clock in the gym, reading two until four. “Two minutes, til? There’s a saying in the service. Early’s on time and on time is late. Late, well, better not show up.

“You’re lucky I like the cutta your jaw, kid. Hit the bench and lets see whatcha got.” His raspy voice had an undue authority to it, like disobeying would be fundamentally wrong. “Well?” he snaps, leaning back over the counter to look at the damp-haired girl with the tight t-shirt.

“Okay,” you reply submissively. You walk over, grateful you washed your hands before driving over. You rack up a total three-hundred pounds, a heavy set, and lie back on the bench. The stout grandpa squats behind your head, and you can nearly see a gnarly wad of phlegm nearly ready to come out of his hacking throat.

Trotter snorts, his wrinkled leather hide pulling taut as he sneers. “Alright double stuffed, knock out a set.”

You huff and grip the bar tight. You take a deep breath, ignoring his “pussy” under his chewing-tobacco breath. You push the bar up and lock your elbows, balancing the weight, feeling the bench beneath you, the deep padding tough to find a center on. You drop the bar to your chest and propel it upwards, pulling it back down once it reaches the apex.

“Come an!” he snarls, and you grit your teeth, knocking out fifteen before he gets angry. “That all ya got?! Push out more!” It takes grunting and yelling and face-reddening exertion to the point of exhaustion, but you manage twenty-one full-strength reps.

You sit up and let your arms rest. “Ah! Fuck!” You feel a calloused hand slap your shoulder hard enough to rock you. You stand and move so the bastard can take your spot. “Yer gonna wanna get a towel. I’m a sweaty boy, heh heh.”

The short mossback pumped the bar off the rack, throwing his shoulders to just get it up and off. He was not lying about the sweat. After five cringe-inducing repetitions, his forehead was dripping and his collar was a far darker grey than his muscle shirt. By ten, he was cursing and grunting. By twenty, his veins were bulging so huge you were sure they’d pop out of his fragile-looking, leathered, over tanned skin. He grunted out twenty-five painful looking pushes.

“Guess,” he panted, catching his breath from the lying position.

You shrug. “What am I guessing?”

“My age,” Trotter grins, his short grey hair slick with sweat. “How far along am I on my human race?”

Again you shrug, showing your upturned palms. His muscled body bordered on grotesque. He was one of those short, stocky, chip on the shoulder types for sure, but to an extreme. “Fifty?”

“Sixty-eight, and still kicking your ass. Ask me how.” He sat up with a grunt, and you’re between flinching and reaching to help.

You gulp, ready to leave. “Um, how?”

Old man Trotter snorted and used his hand like a field hanky. “I never stop. Ever. I started lifting when I was getting picked on back in kindegarten, then in boot camp, I was doing the picking. Can’t be a canterlot guard when you’re five feet tall and weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet. I ate my meat and potatoes and pushed myself, and graduated the damn academy top of the class, at least on the field. Then, my nastier habits caught up with me.”

“What habits?” you ask, helping him up with a firm clasp of hands.

The man laughed shortly and looked over his shoulder, adjusting his thick-rimmed glasses. “Wonder why I got a lazy twenty-year old working the counter?”

“Hey, she’s legal, right?” you retort with a laugh, getting another in return.

Trotter slaps his knee and looks up at you, his angry face smiling wide. “Ya know what she told me?”

You feel your face drain. “Uh, no, what?”

Trotter laughed with his raspy throat. “Ah, Jake, she had a great story all about how you bent a girl over in the shower earlier, and she played third wheel. Cracked me right up, boy.”

“Yeah,” you tell him. “She must have some imagination.”

“What? You mean memory. Blossomforth ain’t the lying or imaginative type. Said you got to lay some rainbow girl’s pipe. Don’t right know what she meant by that.

“I’m all for some back scratchin on the company dime, but that’s the thing, boy. There ain’t no damn company dime to waste. If you’re gonna bang your clientele, you do it on your dime, capiche?”

You blink, your face red, caught without any chance of escape. His close way of talking had not changed since you met him. Trotter was a man who sure seemed to show all, tell all, but he was a poker player if ever there was one. He had a way of hiding his hand without you realizing. “What do you mean there isn’t a company dime? You’re not gonna pay me?”

“FUCK no I ain’t payin ya! Why the hell do you wanna be a personal trainer, to fuck MILFs and eat out of my damn pocketbook? FUCK no! If you wanna earn your way, you better get a check from your clients. I don’t give a shit if you make enough scratch, that’s on you. I made my own ‘til now, you can follow suit. I just paid a group of very angry, powerful greaseballs my last fucking dollar just to keep this fucking roof up, you feel me? There is no company dime. You wanna skate by? Go to the city. We work here in Ponyville.” Trotter finished with grabbing his towel and heading for the shower. You close your eyes and try to absorb what he said, not to get defiant. A slice of humble pie now would have to go a long way.

You take a deep breath and follow him. “Mister Trotter,” you call out, entering the locker room behind him. Had no other people showed up since you fucked here? No, this was the men’s. Rainbow and Blossomforth had been in the women’s.

The crotchety old man fanned his sagging features, wiping up after the workout. You divert your eyes, but the damage is done.

“Just nature, son. What, do you have a question or do you wanna watch me shower, faggot?” He grabbed up a bar of soap and made for the showers.

You look in the opposite direction. “I just wanted to know, is there a list of people signed up, or am I gonna have to do my own advertising?”

“What do you think, son?” he calls out, then turns on the water. You shake your head and step out of the locker room. You pass Blossomforth, eyeing her big tits shamelessly. You grab the door handle, but stop.

Blossomforth rests her round tits on her crossed arms. “Know anyone who needs a trainer?” you ask, hooking a thumb in the waist of your shorts.

* * *

You open the door and feel the full assault of painfully catchy guitar riffs. You undress as you walk back towards Rainbow's room, compelled to keep your sweaty clothes in at least a tight ball. “Hey,” she mumbles as you shut the door behind you, upbeat rock causes her foot to tap along her soft bedspread. Her eyes trace lines back and forth on a hardback not too thick in size.

“Hey yourself, Dash. What do you got there?” You slip into bed behind her and kiss her neck. She smiles, but barely acknowledges your groping hands on both breasts.

She moans softly, but only flips the page as you flick her earlobe with your tongue, rod stiffening between her round cheeks. The quiet music turns much more gentle and easy as you explore her body again. You pull her to you, press yourself into her, nothing is too close. You reach around and stroke her puffy vulva. “Good book?” you ask, kissing her cheek.

She nods, cheek red, smile wide. “Real good. Now, let me get to the end of the fucking chapter!”

“That good?” you ask in her ear, getting her to shake just a touch. You smile wide and settle in. You make out a few lines of the fiction. It’s all about a tense standoff in some giant, ancient courtyard. Equatorial heat and tropic humidity bathed the heroine in sweat, her olive skin slick and taught. Her young body was described in deep detail, so much so that you could almost taste the sweat on her full lips. You kiss Rainbow’s ear and skip a paragraph. The action broke, finally. With her trusty sidearm gone, she was left with a trademark whip and knife, standard adventurer’s gear. She got the bad guy good, from what you gather skimming, slicing his hand open deep. You skip on to something with a waterfall, but Rainbow flips the page. Her lips move with the words, and you read along. ‘... her saving grace. Daring Do clung to the wet rocks for dear life, her bag, still containing the priceless idol, hung by a thread around her neck. The archeologist swung her feet, then held her breath as she launched herself in a leap of faith into the water. “WoahaAAH!” she cried out as she fell a dozen stories, praying that she would find deep, calm water, free of jagged rocks.

She pierced the water feet first, her boots making quite a splash. Daring held her breath as she scrambled to find which way was up after such a grand fall. Her loose jacket floated around her shirtless torso, skin cooled by the clear river. She flailed, lungs burning deep, until she finally found herself breaking the surface. Daring Do sucked in air and spat about as she frantically fought her way to the shore. She found sand under her fingers and clung, clawed, and climbed her way onto the beach.

“Thank Celestia,” she panted, flopping onto her back, the slick, wet, dark skin of her chest and legs exposed to the high noon sun. Daring sucked a few breaths and gazed up to the top of the waterfall, watching a certain angry megalomaniac sulk back to his truck. “Take THAT, you albino creep!”

The archeologist sat up and plucked up her hat from the edge of the river, the brim saved her eyes from the harsh sun. She reached to her side and felt for the Ruby Rubicon of Raj-al-ubdal, but her fingers clutched at air for a few seconds until she realized: her bag, and the Ruby, were headed for the next fall.'

The chapter didn’t end, but Rainbow pounced anyway, flipping over and pulling you over her. “Come on, my big, strong, treasure seeker. I know you want to pin me down and take what’s yours.”

Rainbow giggled as you spread her legs wide, her puffy pussy lips red all over again. “Daring Do!” you mimic in a Germane accent, completely ignorant of the baddie’s origin story. “Du hast been a torn in mein side fur tzu lahng! Mein schwanz shall put an end to your, shall I say, adventuring days, hmm?”

“Okay, Christof,” Dash, giggles. “There’s pretty much no way to come across sexy with that accent, especially one that bad.”

“Silence! Dein schnitzel, mein schwantz!” You hold her grinning face and dip your hips down until your schwantz slips along her flowing river. “I bet you fantasize about being wet in the hot jungle heat, alone with a dangerous man and his dangerous desires.”

“Mmmf, why do you think I read Daring Do?”

“I didn’t know you did!”

“Do you?”

You shake your head. “I read the first one, sapphire stone? That was a few years ago. I never got how to say the bad guy’s name. Alizer, something like that. For a little while, I had a few fantasies about Daring Do, seeing her come back to Equestria on some puddle jumper, watching her undress and shower for the first time in months, then fuck her thirsty brains out...” You kiss Rainbow deeply, moaning softly as she moans herself, and press your hips forward, your cockhead sliding in easily. Her tight little pussy feels so hot, and her body shivers and shakes as you dip your stick nearly all the way in.

You slow up and hold off on hilting, kissing more. Finally, you press again, making her tense up. “How you doing, Rainbow baby?” you whisper.

She smiles, but her brow is tense. “S-sore,” she groans. “Keep going, Jake. It feels great, just hurts some. Come on, fuck me, really. Gently.”

You pull back and give her a nice, slow, gentle row, but she winces and holds you still for a few seconds. You pull back and try again, even slower, her tight, tight, hot pussy feels delicate around your hard shaft.

“A-ah, maybe just a blowie?” Rainbow pouts.

You slip your tongue into her lips and hold her close, your hands stroking her skin. You let her go and look at her sexy, frustrated face. “I love you, Rainbow.”

She smiles, blinks. Her eyelashes flutter just a bit, water welling up behind them, but she breathes and wills them away. “I love you, too, baby.”

You pull out and pluck her up, laying her on her side, moving in to spoon. You lift one leg up and pull your dickhead from around to rest on her vulva, trapped between her hot thighs as she shuts her legs. “Wanna keep reading?” you ask in her ear, nuzzling in behind her, smelling her girly shampoo. It was a great departure from the men’s brand she used years ago. Maybe her friends were a positive influence when it came to girly things. Still, she had that fiery tomboyness about her and her attitude to keep Dash, Dash.

Rainbow moves her butt around, teasing your shaft with her legs. “Mmm,” she moans, pouting. “Sorta sleepy. You wanna pass out with me?”

You cup her slightly sweaty skin, your combined body heat adding up under the thick blankets. “It’s only five,” you say to her. “Yeah. I do.”

Rainbow giggles as you squeeze her little breasts some. You groan softly in her ear, cock impossibly hard. She’s rather comatose, though, and a deep burning in your chest and arms is just tiring enough. You sigh in her ear and hug her tight one last time.