Rainbow cleared her eyes as she awoke that Monday morning. The sun had yet to rise, and the night air still permeated the room, leaving a chill down her spine at the thought of even getting up. It didn’t help that she was also holding onto the best bed partner in the world, too.

Somehow, even with all my faults, you still chose me…

She smiled and pushed herself closer to Twi, her head nestled in the back of the girl’s hair, breathing in the scent she loved so much. With her right hand, she lightly started to move it up and down the girl’s stomach, enjoying the texture of the girl's skin against her fingers.

Twi cooed, but didn’t wake up. Rainbow smiled at that; she was more than satisfied after yesterday's… adventure, but she’d never pass up an opportunity like this as it was simply too delectable.

As her hand worked its way up the girl’s stomach, it ran into a soft patch of fur from the pegasus. It only took Rainbow a moment to figure out that Dash was using her girlfriend’s tits as a pillow again. You like them just as much as I do, Rainbow thought with a smile.

Rainbow snaked her hand through the pegasus’s mane, searching for, then finding, her target. Twi’s right breast was sticking into Dash’s rainbow hair. With a grin, she played her fingers over the soft mound of flesh, rubbing it in the subtlest ways that brought out even more affectionate coos from the girl.

She smiled as she found the true prize: Rainbow took Twi’s nipple between her thumb and index finger; carefully running it back and forth with her fingers, tweaking it, playing with it in all the ways they both enjoyed.

Then the alarm went off.

Thinking quickly, Rainbow rolled to her right, trying to get to the alarm and shut it off before the alicorn woke up. She rolled right off the bed... and onto the floor. She hit the ground chest first with a loud thud, “Oww…”

She recovered quickly enough and got to her feet, feeling the cold running across her body, giving her an extra motivation to shut off the alarm. As she was just about there, a small arm reached over and turned it off before she could get to it. “Smooth one, Rainbow,” Twi said with a smile as she looked up at the girl.

Rainbow blushed. “I was trying…”

“I know what you were trying,” Twi said with a grin, “thanks for the attempt.”

“Do we have to get up?” Dash asked as she looked up at the girl. “It’s comfortable here.”

“I bet,” Twi replied, smiling, as she looked down at the pegasus snuggling between her breasts. The feel of Dash’s fur against her skin was simply amazing, but it was the start of a new week, and she wanted to begin it on the right foot.

Although—as Rainbow turned the lights on dimly and Twi saw the red marks on the girl’s right boob and knees—she figured that it might be too late for Rainbow. She squeezed the pegasus’s body to her tightly, feeling the mare’s wings flutter a little on her stomach. With a smile and a moan of resistance from Dash, Twi let her go and rolled off the bed and onto her feet, immediately assaulted by the cold.

Rainbow wrapped her arms around her and lightly started to rub her sides up and down. “A little friction would help,” she said.

Twi cooed lightly as she felt the friction from Rainbow’s body press up against her back. It seemed to fight off the cold better than a hundred blankets ever could. She looked back, only to be met by Rainbow’s loving gaze, their lips came together seconds later.

“Emm emm,” Dash said as she cleared her throat.

“After everything we’ve been through, kissing makes the great Dash blush?” Twi asked with a smile.

“No I, um…” Dash stammered. “I gotta use the restroom.”

Rainbow laughed. “I’ll take her.”

As she went to grab the bag, Twi turned back to the bed. “How’s Twilight doing anyway?”

“She didn’t move at all last night,” Dash said with a smile as she looked back at the alicorn, “her fever seems to have fallen too. I think… I think she’ll be okay.”

“We’ll let her sleep, she’s gotta be exhausted after all that.”

“Do you think it had more to do with… you know… those sparks from her horn?” Dash asked.

Twi smiled and got to her knees, to get to eye level with the pegasus. “Dash, there’s a lot of variables that might have caused it, but it doesn’t matter anymore. No one is at fault and no one should be holding themselves responsible for it. We got through it together, that’s all that matters.”

“Do you think she’ll feel that way?” Dash asked the million-bit question.

Twi didn’t respond at first; she merely ran her fingers over Dash’s forehead, lightly stroking the pegasus like she would a dog. “Honestly? I don’t know, but however she feels, we’ll all be there for her when she does wake up.”

Rainbow whistled as she placed the bag on the bed and opened it up, allowing Dash to jump in. This time the pegasus didn’t even hesitate, she simply got in without complaint. Rainbow zipped it up and smiled at Twi before turning to leave.

“Don’t forget your toothbrush!” Twi stated. “Dash’s too.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rainbow said, rolling her eyes as she went to grab her toiletry bag and one of the spare toothbrushes they bought for the ponies. Twi watched as she walked out of the room and shut the door behind her. It didn’t surprise her that there were no catcalls this time around when Rainbow walked bare to the bathroom; the entire dorm was basically a nudist resort now. She even saw Jessica Dew walking around in a bra and panties yesterday.

Twi’s smile dwindled when she realized she had to get dressed before going to class. Twi shook that off for now as class wasn’t for another two hours, which meant she could put it off until then.

Her mind started to wonder when—exactly—she started to feel so uncomfortable in clothes. Briefly, she considered the spell that Twilight had cast on her; it was a cause, but she didn’t know if it was the root cause.

Twi shook it off for now; it was something she’d study later. With a listful smile, she walked over to the alicorn, checking on her just to make sure everything was okay. She placed her hand on Twilight's forehead. While damp, she didn’t have a fever anymore. The mare’s flank rose and fell with small movements, a peaceful grin upon her muzzle.

“Sleep as long as you need, Twilight,” Twi said with a smile as she made for her locker and grabbed her toiletry bag and a towel. “We’ll be right back,” she whispered as she closed and locked the door.

She was grinning as she walked down the hallway, and every girl she passed was either nude or semi-nude. Misty came out of her room in the buff and walked down the hallway, no big surprise there. Bon Bon and Lyra were both likewise all-natural. Lyra was largely enjoying herself, but Bon Bon looked rather uncomfortable even with her girlfriend by her side but she made no attempt to cover up.

“You were right,” a voice came from behind her.

Twi turned her head to see Jessica standing right behind her. The girl was dressed in only grey panties, her hand covering her small breasts as she stood nervously in the hallway. “Jessica?” Twi asked.

“I… I decided to loosen up a little,” Jessica said with a blush. “When I did… Vinyl and Octavia invited me over to preview their new song they’ve been working on. That’s when… it… hit.”

“It?” Twi asked, confused.

“You know… when everyone on the floor... orgasmed last night…” The blush on her face grew beet red.

“Oh, yeah,” Twi said with a nervous grin. She then realized that the panties Jessica wore were not her own.

“I gotta…” Jessica said as she made to move around her, “class and all…”

“Yeah, see ya later?” Twi asked with a smile.

“I’d like that,” Jessica replied with a grin.

Twi grinned once more as she walked down the hallway. She saw a tall girl with a fiery blaze of orange and gold for hair walk out of the bathroom dressed in a long Wonderbolt t-shirt. “Hey, Spitfire!” Twi yelled.

Spitfire turned around and paused for a moment, her eyes taking in the sight before her, then she smiled. “So, it is true.”

“What’s that?”

“Nothing,” she said with a laugh. “What can I do for you, Sparkles?”

“Please, call me Twilight, or just Twi.”

“What can I do for you, Twilight?”

“I just wanted to say thanks. Rainbow told me what happened.”

She shook her head. “She’s a good athlete, but really dense.”

“I know. But what can I say? I love her,” Twi replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Well, she’s better when she’s with you. I know it seems rough, Twilight, but she really is trying to improve herself. Half the shit she complains about makes me want to smack her upside the head. I can’t imagine how hard it is for you.”

“She’s really not that bad… well, not all the time, at least,” Twi said with a smile. “And as you said, she is getting better.”

“Well keep it up, Sp- Twilight,” Spitfire said with a grin as she went back to her room.

Twi watched her go, wondering why she wasn’t joining in, so to speak. Spitfire seemed cool with everyone else doing it. Misty was her roommate, and she was going all-natural, and yet the girl still walked around in a knee length t-shirt.

Then it dawned on her. “Ohhh, yeah. That makes sense.”

Shrugging, Twi made her way into the bathroom; she saw Rainbow brushing her teeth at the sink, the bag with Dash in it by her feet. There were three other girls in the room, each in a different stage of dress. Lyra was the most obvious one there, and by the looks of her, she was hanging out in the bathroom just to see how many girls had been conscripted. Of Bon Bon, there was no sign, most likely because she was in a stall or taking a shower.

Probably a stall, otherwise Lyra would be with her.

Lyra smiled and waved to Twi, something Twi was happy to return.

Joining Rainbow at the sink was Bella Bella. The girl’s most defining feature was her long, butt-length purple hair. She was in nothing more than a tank top and flip flops.

Bella looked at Twi. “What? It’s cold.”

Twi grinned and looked at the last girl, the grin faded when she saw Beauty Brass. The girl was fully clothed and looked positively disgusted by the state of dress of the others, almost like it was physically offensive for her to see the human body.

Twi walked over and handed Rainbow the keys to the room, who took it with a smile. Twi then walked over to Brass, who seemed repulsed by her very presence. “You haven’t spoken to Octavia yet, have you?” Twi, asked.

“I… what… but…” Beauty was so taken aback by being confronted by a nude Twi that she could barely form a coherent thought, much less respond to the girl. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply before finally responding. “For your information I have not gotten the chance to see her since you and Rainbow spearheaded this uncouth movement.”

Beauty’s speech dripped with upper-class contempt.

“Hmm… that’s a shame. I don't know how Octavia's going to feel being called uncouth by her fellow band member like that," Twi said with a smirk.

Almost as if it were destined by fate, the door to the bathroom opened with a squeak, revealing a very naked and groggy eyed Vinyl Scratch muttering something about last night being worth the lack of sleep. Following behind the exhausted DJ was a giggling, raven-haired cellist, wearing distinctly as little clothing as her girlfriend… save for a slightly askew pink bow-tie around her neck.

“No... I... Ummm…” Beauty's jaw almost hit the floor at the sight of her fellow, highly respected, musician in the buff.

“Hey, Octavia!” Twi said with a smile.

Octavia walked over to the two. “Good morning Twilight, Beauty, did you two sleep well?”

Beauty’s jaw stayed extended, her right eye twitching slightly. Her mind had still not recovered from the sight before her. Twi giggled as she reached over and pushed Beauty’s mouth closed. “I think we were all quite satisfied after that event last night,” Twi said with a wink.

“Oh man, that was epic! I don't think we'll ever get Jessica's cum stains out of the carpet though!” Vinyl said with a laugh.

Octavia just blushed at that “Please forgive her, she has a tendency to... say what's on her mind.”

“I fully understand, Rainbow’s pretty much the same way.” Twi waved it off.

Beauty couldn't take it anymore. “You're nude!”

“Yes, and?” Octavia replied plainly.

“I… but... what…” Beauty began to stutter again as a voice cut in from the sinks.

“Are we back to this again? Boring! You already said that, Beauty!” Rainbow chimed in with laughter in her voice at hearing the high-class girl fumble over her own words for a second time.

“Beauty, we're all girls here, and this is the natural way humans are made. Is it so far-fetched to be how nature intended?” Octavia chimed in, attempting to inject a bit of logic that the upper-class girl might understand.

“It's... It's…”

“It's normal, people are born nude, no? Besides, I find it rather relaxing now. Is it not better to relax now and again, so you're not stressing out over the true challenges?”

“But…”

“You can't tell me you don't need it, I heard you miss the simple transition in timing during the ostinato in the fourteenth bar at our last practice.”

“But, I mean this? Really?”

Octavia grinned as Vinyl wrapped a hand around her waist. “I will admit it is rather... unorthodox, but it's really quite liberating once you get used to it. I was even thinking we might try it, you know, the next time us girls get together for a practice session.”

“Really?”

“No one will force you, Beauty, but if you give it a try, you might find you like it,” Twi said with a smile.

Beauty seemed right on the edge, her mind rebelling, but still interested. Octavia chimed in, “Why don't we discuss it over tea at lunch? I have a free period and we can talk further.”

“Might want to do it at her room,” Vinyl said with a laugh, “ours is going to take a while to air out!”

“Ditto here,” Rainbow added with a shit-eating grin.

“Rainbow, shouldn't you be taking a certain bag back to the room?” Twi asked with a roll of her eyes.

Rainbow looked confused for a second, then she followed Twi’s eyes back to the bag containing a certain cyan-blue pegasus she left by the sink. “Oh yeah, shit, my bad.”

Twi laughed a little as she watched Rainbow beeline it for the bag, with some care she picked it up and headed for their room. She turned back to the girls. “I’ll leave you three alone, good talking to you, Beauty.”

“You too, Rainbow,” Beauty stammered.

Twi smiled as she move to the sink; that conversation managed to put a huge grin on her face as she pulled out her hairbrush and toothbrush. “Today’s going to be a good day!” she said to her reflection.

“How long were you going to leave me in there?” Dash complained as she popped out of the bag.

“Hey, I forgot. Ever forget? Happened to me,” Rainbow replied.

Dash huffed at that, but said nothing more. It felt rather pointless to get into an argument with herself. However, she did want to know one thing. “Are all the girls here hooking up with each other?”

Rainbow turned to her. “What do you mean?”

“Seems like everyone in this building is bucking everyone else.”

Now Rainbow did laugh. “I think for the most part they’re just experimenting, I doubt many relationships that develop will go the distance. Everyone walking around nude is definitely egging the situation on. After all, it’s called ‘college’ for a reason.”

“Do you think the nude situation will change?” Dash asked.

“For Twi? I doubt it. I think she really enjoys it. And of course, if she does it, I’ll do it too. For everyone else? Most likely. Especially when the month rolls over to December and it starts snowing. However, we might be in for a surprise when spring rolls back around,” Rainbow said with a wink.

Dash looked confused at that, but before she could ask any more, Twilight softly mumbled in her sleep and turned over. Her hoof reaching out for something that wasn’t there. “I think she misses you,” Rainbow said with a smile.

Dash blushed and turned to the alicorn. She lay next to her and wrapped a wing around her—an action that caused Twilight to smile and nuzzle up to the cyan furred pegasus. Rainbow said nothing, for she simply smiled and went to her locker to get her school books and supplies for the day.

Soon, Twi came back in, her hair and teeth freshly brushed. Neither girl was the type to wear makeup, so that cut back on a lot of the time it took them to get ready. “I have to say, you two are so cute together,” Twi said with a smile upon entering the room.

Dash groaned, but said nothing. The blush on her face told how she really felt.

“And you act exactly the same as this one here with compliments,” Twi continued to tease as she lightly hit Rainbow.

“Hey, we don’t hit!” Rainbow said with a smile as she lightly tapped the girl on the side of the shoulders in a play-hit.

“Oh, pfft,” Twi said with a grin.

Rainbow turned back to Dash and smiled as she saw the pegasus yawn at them both. “Now that sounds like a good idea.”

“What’s that?” Twi asked as she turned to see what Rainbow was talking about.

Rainbow simply gestured to the two ponies. “That. Why can’t we just do that all day?”

“What? Cuddle up to each other all day on the bed?” Twi asked.

“Yeah!”

“Cause no one will pay us to just lounge in bed all day.”

“We could set up a pay-per-view channel, or a Patreon account?” Rainbow asked with a grin.

“Yeah, no.”

“Just a day?”

“No.”

“Half a day?”

“I said no!”

“Five hours?”

“Rainbow!”

“Alright, alright,” Rainbow pouted, keeping her mouth shut.

Twi shook her head as she moved to her locker. Throwing her wet towel in her laundry basket, she started to pull out her books and notes for class this week. She was thankful that this was a relatively easy week. She hadn’t done half the studying she normally would have. “Rai—” she paused, looking at the girl. Rainbow was still sulking.

With a grin, she walked up behind the girl and surprised her by wrapping her arms around her midriff. Rainbow raised her head, smiling as she felt Twi’s skin against her back. “You know, Rainbow, part of what makes something special is its rarity.”

“What do you mean?” Rainbow asked.

“If all we did was hold each other all day, it wouldn’t be half as special.”

“I would rather hold you more often than less,” Rainbow replied with a frown.

Twi placed her head on Rainbow’s back, closing her eyes she smiled. “I love you too.”

Rainbow placed her hands on Twi’s enjoying the feeling of being held by the girl she loved. It was heart-breaking when Twi did pull back as the cold returned to where they had touched, reminding Rainbow of what she lost. “That time already?” she asked with a frown.

“Yeap, we gotta get ready for class, only thirty minutes until it starts.”

“You know that means… we gotta get dressed,” Rainbow replied, the last word pronounced in a deadpan expression.

“All good things,” Twi stated. “What about you Dash, what are you going to do today?”

“I’m staying by Twilight’s side. I’m gonna make sure that nothing is wrong when she wakes up,” Dash replied.

“That’s code for catching some Zs,” Rainbow spoke with a laugh.

“Is not! Unlike you, I can keep myself awake and watch over my marefriend.” The pegasus blew her a raspberry.

Twi grinned as she walked over to the bed. “Well, we don’t want her to catch a cold do we?” she asked as she pulled the blankets over the two ponies.

“My wings would’ve kept her warm, but... thanks,” Dash replied.

Rainbow chuckled a little as she turned back to her locker. She reached in and pulled out a small, tube top and shorts to go with it when Twi cleared her throat.

“Rainbow, are you forgetting something?”

“What?” Rainbow asked.

“It’s Monday.”

“And?”

“You’ve got practice today?”

“Ahh, damn…” Rainbow said with a frown as she put those clothes back and pulled out her soccer uniform. The shirt and shorts seemed almost like a burka to her after so long wearing so little. “Well, I can always go commando!”

“I wouldn't expect any less,” Twi said with a smile as she reached into her locker. On instinct alone, she pulled out her normal clothes. A lavender overshirt with a purple skirt that went down to below her knees.

“Nu-uh, not those clothes!” Rainbow pouted.

“Sorry, Rainbow, weekend is over.” Twi shook her head and pulled out a pair of panties.

“No bra though?” Rainbow asked with a grin.

“Nah,” Twi replied. “Although you're on back rubbing duty if I get sore.”

“Can’t you at least wear a shorter skirt? That one leaves too much to the imagination for me.” Rainbow giggled.

“I thought you knew every part of me, so you don’t need any imagination?” Twi asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re always in my imagination,” Rainbow said, winking.

Twi smiled but shook her head. She then bent over and proceeded to put on her underwear. With a frown, she started to immediately pull at it, almost like it was itching her.

“You know, you survive class today and I’ll rip it off you soon enough,” Rainbow offered with a smile.

“I know that, but it’s still feeling weird after this weekend. Maybe I should go without? Although it doesn’t sound too appealing if they make me stand in front of the class again.” She frowned.

“I thought you enjoyed it?”

“You, yes. The professor? Ugh, no thanks, I decline.” Twi laughed.

“Well…” Rainbow started as Twi slid her shirt on. As soon as she did, she felt the same way, the fabric itching, almost like it was just too restrictive, scratching at her skin.

“Rainbow… this… this is…”

Rainbow glanced up as Twi looked very uncomfortable. “Are you okay?”

“No! This simply doesn’t feel right,” Twi complained.

“Alright, alright,” Rainbow said as she walked over and grasped the sides of Twi’s shirt. She pulled it off over her head, and the small girl looked at her in immense relief, although Twi was still pulling the back of her panties away from her ass. “We need to get you something else to wear.”

“It’s not like I could walk in wearing some net-wear like Vinyl owns for wearing at clubs to class,” Twi said, but immediately regretted it as she saw the smile upon Rainbow’s face. “Rainbow, no!”

“You got a better idea?” Rainbow asked with a grin that told Twi her mind was made up.

Twi simply looked uneasy and turned to Dash. “Help me out over here! Tell her that I can’t walk around in something like that!”

Dash shot her a short glance before burying her muzzle back into Twilight’s fur. “Wear whatever you want. Personally, I don’t understand why you don’t just stay nude all week,” the pegasus mumbled. Her response caused Rainbow to cheer.

“Besides, only one way to find out if you could pull that look off or not,” Rainbow added with a wink.

“I… what… why…” Twi mumbled.

“C’mon, egghead. We only have a few more minutes and I doubt Vinyl will like it if we raid her closet once she’s gone,” Rainbow snickered.

“What are we even going to tell her?” Twi asked.

“That your tits need fresh air?” Rainbow suggested. She tried to do it seriously, but failed.

“I… but....” Twi mumbled as Rainbow grabbed her hand and led her out the door. As far as Rainbow was concerned, the only thing better than this was Dash’s suggestion, but she had to settle for what she could get.

“Rainbow, I didn’t say yes!”

“Doesn’t matter. You feel uncomfortable and that’s reason enough for me to simply force you to do it,” Rainbow replied with a smirk.

Dash watched Rainbow pull the girl out of the room. Twi fought, but it was only a token resistance; the pegasus knew, if she really didn’t want to, she’d have put a stop to the idea. With a smile, she turned back to the alicorn lying right next to her. Twilight was out like a light, her eyes closed and the best grin upon her face. “Wonder what trouble we’ll get into?” Dash asked with a grin.

Ten minutes had passed when the girls finally got back. Dash’s eyes went wide as she saw the clothes—if one could call them that—Twi had on.

“Don’t say a word!” the girl hissed.

Rainbow only laughed. “C’mon, it’s not that bad, egghead! Vinyl has great taste and I think it fits you!”

“I look like a club-whore!” Twi shouted.

“I think you look awesome.” Dash blushed as her eyes never left Twi’s clothes. She was in a black skirt that looked like polished metal, obviously leather, and her chest was pressed into a tightly weaved net-shirt—barely leaving anything to the imagination—but covering just enough to be on the right side of common decency—albeit barely—with the white and black fabric it was made from. It went down to her navel, leaving a gap between it and the skirt.

“Of course you’d say that,” Twi replied.

“I really mean it,” the pegasus whispered before returning to her embrace with the alicorn.

“Nice work, Twi. Why don’t you just flat out call her a liar next time?” Rainbow asked.

“Rainbow… I…”

“Twi, we tried everything she owned. This was the outfit that itched you the least, and it’s nowhere near as revealing as what you wore last Wednesday.”

“Well… that’s true.”

“Good. Now apologize to Dash, grab your stuff and let’s go,” Rainbow said with a smile.

Twi smiled at her; it was a smile that said she truly appreciated the irony of this turn of events. She walked over and lightly scratched Dash on the back of the head. “I’m sorry, Dashie.”

The pegasus looked up and her expression softened. “Accepted. And it was only the truth.”

Twi walked over to her locker and opened it to grab the bag, then she paused, looking herself over in the mirror. “I do look good, don’t I?”

“Fuck yeah,” Rainbow replied with a smile.

“Just one more small change,” Twi said to herself.

“Twi, we don’t ha—” Rainbow paused as Twi reached below her skirt and slid her panties off. “Really?”

“Really! Just for you,” Twi said with a wink and a wiggle of her hips. “Besides, if I stayed in that I’d be scratching my ass for the entire day.”

The grin on Rainbow’s face was more than worth it in Twi’s opinion. Grabbing her bags, Twi led the way out of the room, only looking back once. “Enjoy your day off, Dash,” Twi said with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dash mumbled back as the sand-pony came to claim her.

Dash’s eyes opened wide as sunlight filtered through the blinds as an odd feeling overtook her. It was almost like… oh horseapples. Her eyes darted around trying to find a solution to her problem. She darted to and from, desperately cocking her head around in hopes that the solution to the situation she found herself in would appear. Unfortunately, it didn’t, and only one thought crossed her mind.

I need to pee.

She forced her eyes shut, hoping that maybe, just maybe it was nothing more than mind over matter. It wasn’t. After two minutes she had to squish her legs together, hoping against hope that it might just be enough to hold back having to pee.

It was a hope her body was telling her would not come to fruition. Her head shot around to the clock. Horseapples, only twelve-thirty? Dash had no idea what time the girls were getting home, but she knew it wasn’t anytime soon. With a grunt, she looked away to the one place she didn’t want to look right now: Twilight Sparkle.

I’d rather piss myself then wake her up.

She shook that thought off and looked away, her eyes darting for a water bottle or something of that nature. The trash can! Flying over, she was about to do what needed to be done until she remembered something that her other self had said to Twi: I will always try, and I will do a little better each time. If you don’t… if you don’t quit on me… I won’t stop trying.

“No, I’m better than this, she deserves somepony better than this,” Dash spoke the words despite the pressure increasing ever more on her bladder.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to think things through. Okay… I need to use the restroom, but it’s down the hall. There’s nothing I can use in here that won’t create a mess or stink up the place… and the girls are not coming home anytime soon, it’s only noon.

Wait… Dash suddenly had an epiphany. If they’re not coming home anytime soon, that might mean no one is home! Finally, doing the one thing that Twilight always tried to get her to do, she used her head. She realized that if Twi and Rainbow were at class, everyone else probably had classes too.

Looking over one last time at the slumbering, lavender alicorn, she smiled. Seeing that Twilight would be fine for the few minutes, Dash walked over to the door, then cracking it open and looking out. The hallway appeared to be clear. Pulling the door wide, Dash did a double take, then a triple. She angled her ears and listed for anyone that might be coming. Only when she was absolutely sure, that’s when the pegasus flexed her wings and took flight. With care, she shut the door, making sure she didn’t wake up Twilight when it closed. As soon as it was, she bolted at top speed to the restroom, figuring that the less time she was out in the open, the less likely she’d be caught.

It took her less than a second to clear the distance to the bathroom, but to the pegasus it was easily the longest second of her life. She knew how much she was risking if she got caught, but her bladder was leaving her with no choice. There was no opportunity to check if the bathroom was clear or not, she just had to hope it was.

Lucky for her, it was. She flew above one of the stalls and sat down, with a sigh the pressure on her bladder was released. Finally relieving herself, Dash let out a slight sigh. Standing up and preparing to take flight, a new thought crossed her mind with that act. One simple act of flaring her wings brought a smell to her nose that could stop a raging manticore in its tracks. Woah, jeez Twilight.

She closed her wing. Wait… it can’t be that bad, she thought. Bringing it up for another sniff, she almost gagged at the smell. Thinking back to the previous day’s activities and realizing the alicorn hadn’t been able to shower, she knew where the smell was coming from.

Wow, that’s pungent. Why didn’t I smell this last night? Oh… the cold. Twi’s tits also helped, she thought with a grin.

Dash flushed the toilet and left the stall. I’ll just bear it, not the first time I’ve stunk for a few days, she thought. Almost as if they had a mind of their own, her eyes drifted to the ‘other’ door in the bathroom, the one her nose told her led to the shower area. Then again, maaaaayyyyybe a shower isn't such a bad idea. I don’t have any soap, but that’s pretty much the norm for me. She laughed.

The mare poked her head in and took a look around, All clear so far. With that thought, she took flight, checking over the entire room. From her vantage point, she could see into almost every stall, and some were definitely dirtier than others, but they were all clear of any humans. With a smile, she chose the same one her and Twi had showered in the other day.

Good memories.

Turning it on was an act of tenacity. She ended up having to use her teeth on the knob, which left a bad taste in her mouth and splashed her with ice-cold water. Turning that off, she went to the other knob and started to adjust it. When hot water came out, she figure out a good system and adjusted it just below the temperature of the hot tub she had enjoyed with Twilight.

More good memories.

She flexed her wing and arched her back, enjoying the feel of the water spraying down her spine, soaking her fur, and running off her flank. “Mmmm, that’s good,” she spoke aloud—although part of her really wished that Twi was with her, so she could feel the girl’s fingers move down her spine.

As the pegasus enjoyed the feel of warm water flowing over her feathers, her mind drifted to the first time Twi had brought her to the shower—hidden in the girl’s bathrobe with her muzzle between her decadent tits. As the water continued to cascade over her muscular form, while her mouth started to release subtle moans and sighs from her lips, she failed to hear the door to the restroom open and shut with a squeak.

Now lost in thought, her mind completely gone to the memories Twilight and she shared in the hot tub at Easter Island, she couldn’t help but moan, a delicate “Twilight,” gracing her lips as her hoof found her pleasure center.

As Dash enjoyed the water flowing over her and steam filling the shower stall, a particular girl with blazing orange and golden hair crept slowly closer to the shower stall. When she heard the moans, she knew who it was. A large part of Spitfire was pissed that Rainbow was skipping classes again; as she prided herself on having all of her team scoring passing grades without anyone needing a ‘helping hand’ by the instructors.

Normally she would have just called out, but with the nudist movement Rainbow and Lyra had started, no one seemed to care anymore about bashfulness. So she decided to just scare the girl half to death instead, in hopes that might straighten her out.

She skated past the privacy curtain and put her hands on the shower curtain. Her lips curled into a smile as she heard even more moans, Rainbow’s definitely masturbating, she thought with a smile, perfect.

In one instant, she pulled back the curtain and shouted, “Rainbow, get your hand off your cli—”

Spitfire couldn’t continue, she couldn’t utter a single word. Looking down at a brilliant cyan-colored pastel pony—she couldn’t even think.

Dash sat there, frozen, her hoof suddenly stopped, and her eyes grew as wide as saucers staring up at the frozen soccer captain. Slowly, the gears in her head started to grind again. Her first thought was one of utter fear at having been caught clopping by a human; and her second thought, after hearing that voice and seeing the vibrant hair on the girl, was that she had been caught clopping by the mare she idolized most. After a second, a third thought crossed her mind: This wasn’t the mare she idolized most. This was a human. Rainbow’s Captain Spitfire. Fear turned to confusion. Confusion turned to shock. Shock turned to… a total fan-girl moment.

“Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh!” All thoughts previously going through the mare’s mind were immediately replaced with hero worship. “Captain Spitfire!”

Hearing the… pony… speak her name, caused something to snap in the girl. Her eyes went wide and she screamed in panic at the sight of a polychromatic maned, dog-sized cyan-furred pegasus pony shouting her name. Spitfire turned and did something she never thought she’d do in a million years, she ran away as fast as her legs could carry her.

“Horseapples,” Dash stated as she shook her mane clear and flapped her wings. By the time she was up in the air, Spitfire was already out of the door. “WAIT!” Dash cried as she shot off after her.

By all accounts, Spitfire was impressive on her feet: The girl held several school records that were only broken when Rainbow enrolled. Even then, when the two went head to head, it was not a sure bet who would win.

Her speed on the ground may have been impressive, but nopony or human could match Dash’s speed in the air. “Wait! It’s not what it looks like!” Dash shouted as she rounded the bend and immediately caught up to the girl.

Spitfire ducked low, letting Dash fly over her as she beelined it the other direction. In her condition, it was uncomfortable, but she still manage it without issue, although now her only hope was to make it downstairs as the pegasus was between her and her room.

“Hang on just a second, I can explain!” Dash shouted as she saw the girl clear half of the hallway in five seconds.

Running in a long sleep shirt proved to be her undoing. As Spitfire made the stairs, she increased her stride, to her detriment. Her legs caught on her shirt and she fell down the stairs.

Acting on reflex alone, Dash swooped in and wrapped the soccer captain in her hooves before she crashed onto the landing.

Expecting the worst after she began to tumble, Spitfire was prepared for a hard landing on a cold floor. As such she was understandably perplexed when the impact never came, and she was instead wrapped in soft, warm, furry legs.

“I’m going to put you down now, can you not run off?” Dash asked. Her only chance was actually being able to talk with her.

Dumbfounded, Spitfire nodded.

“Okay,” Dash said as she lowered the captain to her feet, placing her on the landing between flights of stairs.

Spitfire watched as the wet pegasus landed on the stairway looking at her. “What… what… are you?” she asked.

“That’s kinda rude,” Dash said.

“I think it’s a legitimate question given the current circumstance,” Spitfire replied.

“I’m a pegasus, the name’s Rainbow Dash. Maybe you’ve heard of me?” the pegasus asked with a smile.

“Rainbow… Dash?”

“Just call me Dash here, the other me goes by Rainbow.”

“Wait… the other you?”

“Oh, yeah, I guess I wasn’t supposed to tell you that,” Dash said as she ran a hoof through her mane. “We weren’t supposed to be seen.”

“Wait. Did you just say ‘we’?” Spitfire’s eyes grew a bit wider and her eyebrow rose in disbelief. Partially at what she was already experiencing, and partially because of the fact that there was more to it.

“Oh, buck me.” Dash facehoofed.

“How many… how many of you are there?”

“Here? Just me and Twilight.”

“Here?”

“Well, we’re not from around here, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Spitfire said.

“Umm… if you don’t mind, I’ll answer any questions you may have, but not here, can we go somewhere a little more… private?”

“You... want to take me back to your room?”

“Well, can we go to yours? I don’t want to risk waking up Twilight.”

“The other… one of you?” Spitfire asked, unsure.

“Yes.”

“I’m guessing that since you’re like Rainbow, she’s like Twilight?”

“We just call her Twi, since there’s two of us here now.”

“So Rainbow and Twi, and Twilight and Dash? Why didn’t you just go by first or last names?”

“Look, it was just something we came up with one the spot. It stuck, what do you want me to say?”

Spitfire just chuckled to herself. Yup, just like Rainbow… I can’t even imagine the conniption Jessica would have if she knew that there were TWO of those two here right now.

“So can we go to your room or not?” Dash asked.

“I guess… Misty’s not here right now, so we should be able to talk in private. You’re not going to eat my brains or anything though, right?”

“Based on the videos I’ve seen, that’s a question I should be asking you,” Dash said with a shudder as she remembered the first Indiana Jones movie she had watched.

“Temple of doom?”

“Yeap.”

Exactly like Rainbow, thought Spitfire. “Don’t worry, only monkey brains taste good,” Spitfire said with a laugh as she led the way to her room, “although that could be because no one’s tried pegasus brains before.”

Dash stopped with a ‘deer in the headlights’ look on her face. “What?”

“I’m fucking with you, I’m not going to eat your brains.”

Dash cocked an eyebrow, almost as if she were saying, ‘I’m watching you’.

Spitfire chuckled as she made her way to her room, after which she opened the door and invited the pegasus in. Dash gave her one last look before flying into the room, only to pause when she saw all the trophies in the room. They lined the wall, filled the custom trophy case, and even overflowed the top of the mini-fridge. “Celestia…”

“What, you didn’t see Rainbow’s?”

“No…” Dash mumbled, “I didn’t see any in her room.”

Spitfire laughed. “So she gave into Twi’s request to send them all home… so I gotta ask, how’d you know who I was? Much less to call me ‘captain’?”

Dash flew up to what looked to be Spitfire’s bed before landing with a dull thump and sitting back on her haunches. “Well…”

“Hang on,” Spitfire replied, rolling her eyes as she went to her locker to pull out a towel. She was about to hand it to the pegasus when she caught herself upon seeing the lack of hands. With a sigh, Spitfire pulled the towel around the pegasus and began to dry her off.

Dash groaned, but stayed still. She had gotten used to being ‘dried’ by the other girls. However, when Spitfire got closer, her nose picked up on something slightly different. “Captain Spitfire?”

“Yes?” Spitfire asked.

“Are you… did you get… cut?”

“What?” Spitfire asked as she pulled back.

“I smell… blood.”

Spitfire blushed. “Yeah, you could say that, don’t worry, it’ll heal on its own.”

“Oh, okay.” Dash wasn’t convinced, but she let it slide.

“Now about my question.”

“Oh, how’d I know your name? Well… it’s a long story. See, I come from a land called Equestria.”

“You’re from another world? How did you…?”

“In truth, I don’t have a clue how it works, that’s Twilight's gig. For me, I just go along with it.”

“Let the eggheads figure it out?” Spitfire asked with a smile.

“Exactly, well there’s a double of just about all of us here. Or double of all of you there, depending on how you look at it.”

“So there’s another me there?” Spitfire asked.

“Yeah.” Dash seemed almost a little too excited at the thought, something that Spitfire picked up on.

“Hmmm… so why did you call me ‘captain’ then? There’s no way you could’ve known I was captain of the soccer team.”

Dash’s eyes skittered to the corner of the room, a blush spread across her face. “Well you… there’s a flight team called the Wonderbolts and you’re kinda their leader… and kinda my idol.”

“So like a stunt team?” Spitfire asked.

“Yeah, they’re the best flyers in Equestria. I’m even a member.” Dash’s wings ruffled in excitement just at the thought of flying with them.

“You are?”

“Well… of the reserves, thanks to Twilight, that is.”

“How’d you get here?” Spitfire asked.

“Umm… that’s the thing,” Dash said with a smug grin. “We’re trying to get back, but…”

“Wait… the news… that was you, wasn’t it?” Spitfire asked.

“What news?” Dash questioned.

Spitfire held up a finger as she went into her locker and pulled out her laptop. She quickly booted it up and went to the homepage. “There’s been a lot of strange stuff happening lately, and most are writing it off, but…” she said as she clicked on the first article. “This happened last week, about Tuesday. A bolt of Rainbow shooting up into the sky from the park downtown.”

“Yeah… that was me.”

“And this was seen over Easter Island on Friday.” Spitfire loaded an article with a picture of shattered windows that described the cause only as ‘a rainbow shockwave.’

“Yeap…. me too…”

“And last night every girl on this floor came at the same time.”

“That was actually Twilight… and the other ‘me’,” Dash said with a sheepish grin.

“I think they’re posting a reward for whomever can figure out the cause so they can make it happen again,” Spitfire said with a laugh. “How did she do that anyway?”

“Rainbow called it the ‘Magical Money Shot’.”

“Magic?”

“Yeah, Twilight can use magic.”

“Okay… you’re going to have to start over again.”

“Sigh… Okay here we go…”

The next three hours went by in a blur as Dash explained about the three pony races, where she and Twilight had come from, their inability to find a way to get home, and everything else that had happened to them since their arrival. They kept talking until Spitfire's watch went off.

“Oh shit, look at the time,” Spitfire said after a good joke. “I gotta get ready for practice.”

“Practice?” Dash asked.

“Yeah, I don’t have any classes today, but I am in charge of leading the practice today. Want me to take you back to your room?”

“That might be smart,” Dash said.

“Doing smart things now?” Spitfire asked with a smile. “That’s new for you… and Rainbow for that matter.”

“Let’s just say, I’m learning.”

“You’re exactly like my Rainbow,” the girl said with a grin as she got up and started to change into her uniform. “Do you mind?”

“We’re ponies, we’re almost always nude, trust me, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” Dash said as Spitfire just shrugged and removed her T-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but she did have on a pair of large panties that covered most of her nicely shaped rump. Dash didn’t mind taking in an eyeful, in many ways she looked a lot like Rainbow, a little taller, but they had the same build. Although Spitfire's breasts were a little bigger than Rainbow’s.

“Enjoying the sight, cadet?” Spitfire asked as she grabbed her soccer uniform.

“No, ma’am. Yes, ma’am. Ma’am, kinda…” Dash said on instinct, then shook her head. “Man, I never should’ve told you that.”

“That was too precious.” Spitfire laughed as she slid on a sports bra and her team shirt. She pulled out a pair of shorts and put those on next, followed by a pair of cleats.

She pulled open her bag and sniffed. “Ugg, this would make you pass out.”

“Yeah, not doing that... again,” Dash said the last word under her breath.

“You cool with just going for a ride in towels?”

“That or a robe?”

“I got towels,” Spitfire said as she pulled out a bundle of towels.

Used to it, Dash jumped into the bundle after Spitfire unrolled it. Spitfire smiled as she rolled the pegasus back up, “Too tight?”

“Na, I’m fine,” Dash replied.

Spitfire picked up the bundle and held it to her chest. “Now don't get any funny ideas,” she said with a laugh.

“Twi’s boobs are better anyways,” Dash said.

Spitfire stood there speechless before nodding her head in agreement as she made her way down the hallway. She found Rainbow’s door easy enough and opened it, only to be momentarily taken aback by the alicorn on the bed... and the smell.

She ignored both for now and lightly set the pegasus down on the bed, next to the lavender alicorn. Dash got out and double checked Twilight, just to make sure she was still sleeping. With a smile she realized that her marefriend hadn’t moved a muscle since she had left her. “Oh thank Celestia.”

“Forgot?” Spitfire asked.

“Don’t tell anyone…” Dash said under her breath.

“Your secret will not leave these lips,” Spitfire said with a smile as she held out a hand and lightly scratched Dash behind the ears. “Although I may give Rainbow shit.”

“That’s fine, she deserves it,” Dash said, laughing.

“It was good meeting you, Dash,” Spitfire replied as she went to leave. She looked back one last time before closing the door. Talking ponies from another world, no one would ever believe me. Rainbow, I can’t wait to give you shit about this. An evil smile as she made her way to the soccer field.

Oh, this is going to be fun!

Rainbow waited with the other girls at the field, just to watch a smiling bright captain run up to them.

That was always a bad sign.

“What bit you on your ass that caused you to be so happy?” Misty asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, I just think that I saw a double Rainbow today," she chimed.

“Uh, what?” Rainbow asked, slightly confused. She looked to Misty, only to get the same expression.

Spitfire didn’t bother clarifying her statement; so she simply blew the whistle around her neck and shouted. “Alright you meatheads, listen up! We had the week off, but playtime is officially over! I don’t want you girls getting soft on me, so after talking with one of you—I won’t say who—she came up with the great idea of starting off today’s practice with twenty suicides!”

There was a notable moan of disappointment that permeated the air. None of the girls were actually dumb enough to give voice to it, but not a single one could hold back the look on their faces.

Spitfire smiled. “And with this… movement in the dorms lately, let’s say I’ve been inspired by the colors of the rainbow. So, at each line you’re going to count off the colors. Purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, and red when you finish a set!” she shouted.

The girls shouted back. “Purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, and red!”

“Very good, get to the starting line, twenty on my whistle!”

She watched with a smile as all the girls hauled ass to the goal line at one end of the soccer field. Her entire team was confused at her odd choice of callouts. Especially Rainbow, who would, undoubtedly, be even more confused as she used colors that matched her hair.

“Remember, if I don’t hear you call it out, It doesn’t count!” Spitfire yelled as she picked up the whistle and blew it one more time.

"What the hell is wrong with her?" Rainbow muttered as she started with the other girls.

“If you have energy for talking, you have energy for running!” Spitfire yelled as the girls booked it to the first line.

Suicides. The most hated running drill in the world.

The poor souls would run from the goal line to the edge of the goal box and back. Then from the goal line to the edge of the penalty box and back, then from the goal line to the edge of the penalty circle and back, then from the goal line to the edge of the center circle and back, finally from the goal line to the halfway line and back.

One full set counted as one, and Spitfire liked to add an extra degree of difficulty. While it was common to have to touch the line when you reach it, Spitfire liked to make them call out a cadence when they did it.

She also kept an in-house rule that if she couldn’t hear you from the sidelines, it didn’t count.

It didn’t surprise her one bit that Rainbow had pulled ahead on the third set; the girl reached the penalty circle a full six seconds before her closest teammate. Pace yourself Rainbow, Spitfire thought.

Five minutes into it, a third of the girls had already slowed to a crawl. Spitfire watched as only a handful had been able to keep up their initial pace. Rainbow was among them, albeit even she was starting to sweat bricks. By Spitfire’s best estimate, Rainbow was on her eighth set.

Three minutes after that, she had only completed two more sets. Spitfire smiled as she shouted out, “Bet you wish you had wings? Huh, Rainbow?”

Rainbow only glanced over to her for a second, giving her a confused look at that comment. Spitfire smiled as she watched the rest of her team. All but a handful were basically fast-walking at this point, no doubt a week off from practice had done them no favors.

She blew her whistle again. “C’mon everyone! Let’s see that same hustle that let us take state! Pretend you have four hooves to run on!”

“What?” Rainbow shouted, irritated.

Spitfire smiled as she heard it, then that smile became a frown as she didn’t hear something else. “Try again, Misty!”

Misty moaned as she ran back from the center circle. She hadn’t said it loud enough so she had to do that run again.

“You're so slow, can't you just fly over there?” Spitfire yelled, earning more confused glances.

Ten minutes later, Rainbow was almost done, and the girls looked dead on their feet. Between the girls, they had only managed to average about twelve sets. Rainbow was on her eighteenth set; however, even she was visibly displaying the hurt her body was experiencing, her run was no faster than a high-school freshman's.

“Rainbow, you’re a poor excuse for an athlete! I know that you can Dash better than that!” Spitfire shouted with a grin.

The girl almost tripped on her feet , and only a last minute correction—expending energy she did not have—let her catch herself before her body met the field. She was too tired to say a word, though they all were. Whatever energy they had left had to be spent on running or shouting when they reached the line.

The fact that that their shouts were nothing more than loud grunts stopped mattering five minutes ago.

Spitfire smiled as Rainbow returned to the starting line for her nineteenth set. She blew her whistle one more time. “If Dash can finish two sets in in the next five minutes, we’re all done! Let’s see just how fast she can fly!”

Rainbow looked up at Spitfire with venom in her eyes as the rest of the team shouted as loud as they could, begging Rainbow to run as fast as she can.

“I finish it in four and you kiss my shoes.” Rainbow glared and sped up with the last of her strength.

Spitfire raised her stopwatch and hit the button. Somehow, the small beeping sound it created carried over the entire soccer field. Rainbow dug deep, finding the last of her reserves, tapping the last of her strength as she sprinted to the goal box and back.

Spitfire smiled as she watched Rainbow’s time. Despite having done eighteen of these, Rainbow made it to the first line and back in six seconds, the second in seven, the third in ten, and amazingly, the fourth in forty one seconds. The fifth took her forty three to get there and back.

“Three minutes left, Rainbow!” Spitfire shouted as she watched the girl complete an entire set in only two minutes. She actually held the watch to her ear to make sure it was still working at that.

Rainbow didn’t say a word. She hadn’t said a word since this started, not even to call out her cadence. There was simply no need as everyone was watching her now and Spitfire wouldn’t hold that over her head, not when it came to something like this.

Every breath had to be used efficiently as possible, and conserving every intake of oxygen she could. Still, not even she could keep up that pace. As Rainbow started her last set, fatigue made itself known. She made the first line in ten seconds, the second in fifteen and the third in twenty-nine.

The entire squad was cheering now, going hoarse with shouting her name. “Rainbow Dash! Rainbow Dash! Rainbow Dash!”

She cried through the pain—forcing her body to run that much faster. The last two lines were the furthest away, and they were the ones that took the most amount of energy. However, the trick was not to exhaust yourself on the second to last line; that was just a tease. She had to book it, but also conserve her energy for that very last spirit.

Spitfire clocked her fourth line at sixty seconds. “You keep up that pace everyone will have to keep running!”

Rainbow’s vision became laser focused: She concentrated on the path ahead of her, the only final line. The halfway line. Her tears flowed freely as she pushed herself past the point of muscle exhaustion, forcing herself to run faster and faster as she hit that last line in thirty-three seconds.

“Half a minute to get back, Rainbow!” Spitfire shouted.

Rainbow grunted as she poured the last of her strength into this final no-holds-barred, sprint. She poured her soul into the run, doing everything she could to end this torture.

Spitfire saw it wouldn't be enough, the girl was on her last legs; she’d be at least five seconds too late. “Twi’s waiting for you to get back, Rainbow!”

That did it, Rainbow’s tear-stained vision suddenly saw Twi at the end of the goal line. She had her arms out, wanting to hug her, to hold her.

Rainbow found one last reserve of strength. She pushed herself beyond her physical endurance and sprinted over the finish line, right into the waiting arms of the entire team.

They caught her before she could fall to the ground. Fleetfoot and Blaze caught the girl and quickly spun her around. Misty held up a bottle of Gatorade with a straw in it, pointed directly at Rainbow’s mouth. Rainbow’s entire body was covered from head to toe with sweat: Her shirt was soaked, and its fabric hug tightly to her chest.

Because her body was unable to process anything around it, she knew they were chanting and screaming her name, but she couldn’t hear them In fact; in she couldn’t hear anything other than the beating of her own heart.

Her team pushed her to her feet and started to carry-walk her to the sidelines, each of them throwing out calls of approval and admiration as they forced the girl to keep walking in order to avoid any sort of muscle cramps that may result from such an amazing display of athleticism.

Rainbow didn’t know where they were going, but she didn’t care either; she was only thankful for the help, her own knees too weak to hold up her own weight.

Suddenly, a black stopwatch was thrust in front of her. It took her a few moments to identify what Spitfire was trying to show her.

Four minutes, fifty-nine point five seconds.

“Congratulations, rookie,” Spitfire said with a grin. “I may not be licking your shoes, but that was incredible anyway.”

Despite having run almost three miles prior, Rainbow had managed to clear five hundred and thirty six yards in five minutes. All told, Rainbow had ran a little over three miles in twenty three minutes. Four minutes slower than what Spitfire would have liked, but pretty good for a girl coming off a hiatus.

“Alright everyone, Misty leads the kicking drills,” Spitfire said with a smile. “Rainbow take five.”

They let Rainbow rest on the bench as the team ran back to the field. Misty started pulling out soccer balls and positioning them at the halfway point between the goal line and middle of the field. One by one, the girls lined up and started kicking them into the net.

Spitfire frowned as she saw Fleetfoot miss an easy shot. Someone thinks I’m not paying attention. She ignored it for now and sat down next to Rainbow.

“Sorry…” Rainbow said through deep breaths.

“Oh?” Spitfire asked, “What for, rookie?”

“I thought I could do better than that,” Rainbow replied.

“You did fine, Rainbow. I don’t expect much coming off a long break and you exceeded my expectations.” Spitfire passed her a water bottle, letting the girl drink up.

Rainbow took it with a smile of thanks as she drank half the bottle and poured the other half over her head, feeling her body immediately thank her for it.

“Take your time, Rainbow,” Spitfire said with a smile.

“Captain, what was with th—”

“Fleetfoot! You miss one more easy goal and you’re going back to suicides!” Spitfire got up and start to make her way back to the field. “God, you’re all worthless, let me show you how it’s done!”

Rainbow watched with a grin as the captain went back to work. It was always a joy watching her do her job, provided you weren’t the target of her rage that is. No wonder the coach trusts her to lead practice.

Rainbow got up and pulled out another water bottle from the cooler. This one suffered the same fate as the last, half down her throat and half over her skin. She ran her hands over her face and through her raggedy hair, pushing it out of her eyes and down her back.

“Rainbow, it’s not a shower!” Spitfire shouted.

“Obviously,” Rainbow said under her breath as she ran back on the field.

Spitfire watched as she got her third wind for the practice. It was obvious the girl was still on shaky legs, but that wasn’t enough to keep her down. Rainbow easily made goal after goal. “Keep that up, Rainbow and I might just recommend you for the Olympic team.”

“Yes ma’am!” Rainbow shouted in pride.

“Although I’m not sure how they’d like a player with wings like you got.”

“W-WHAT?” Rainbow shouted and lost track of the ball.

“Too bad, rookie. You missed that one.” Spitfire chuckled.

The rest of practice went the same way: Every time Rainbow would get cocky, Spitfire would throw out some odd comment that choked her up. The girl grew very suspicious of Spitfire when the final whistle blew three times--signifying the end of practice--Rainbow got the chance to ask.

“Captain? Can I talk to you a minute?” Rainbow asked as the other girls made for the shower.

“What’d you need, rookie?” Spitfire asked.

“What the hell is it with you, hooves, wings, and flying today?”

“I’m just trying to give you some… extra motivation,” Spitfire said with a grin. “After all, you want to make the right impression to your special guests, right?”

“Right… wait... what?”

Spitfire grinned. “Oh nothing, shouldn’t you be getting back to your room, I’m sure Twi’s waiting for you.”

“Why’d you call her…”

“I’d Dash off if I were you.”

Buck me, she knows!

Rainbow turned and ran as fast as she could; she knew Twi would be home, and she knew who was responsible for this. She had to get back and make sure they were safe. Spitfire might have told on us! The government could be waiting for us! Twi!

Someone watching her now would never know she just completed a ninety minutes practice session with Spitfire. The girl sprinted at full speed back to her room, running around or pushing others out of her way as she needed, not caring who she barged past. Her mind went to the worst case scenario, running through all the possibilities of what might have happened.

She ran into the building and cleared the steps three at a time. Roseluck and Minuette each pushed themselves to the wall to let her past. Rainbow ignored them, not even taking into account how cute Roseluck looked in a pink bra and panties set.

She cleared the stairs in record speed and ran to her room. Grabbing the doorknob, Rainbow yanked it open. “Twi!”

“Shh!” Twi stated from the bed. “Don’t wake Twilight.”

Rainbow paused. It came as no surprise that the girl was laying nude on the bed. Twi was snuggled up on half the bed, Dash laying against her chest with the back of her head between her two favorite pillows. Together they were both watching a movie on the laptop. The alicorn was nestled on the other side of the bed, sleeping peacefully.

“Twi, we got a serious problem.” Rainbow stated in a hushed voice, just to stop as someone cleared her throat behind her.

“You think so, rookie?”

“Hey, Spitfire, how was practice?” Dash asked with a grin.

“I fucking knew it, you let yourself been seen!” Rainbow growled, pointing at the pegasus. “The government is going to come and take you two away, we’re going to—”

“Rainbow, what are you talking about?” Twi asked.

“Spitfire told everyone about Twilight and Dash.”

“The rookie’s got quite the imagination.” Spitfire chuckled.

Rainbow paused as she saw Twi, Dash, and Spitfire all grinning at her. It finally dawned on her just what they found so funny. “Wait… so you’re okay with..?”

“Why not? I had a really interesting talk with Dash and she didn’t seem like a brain-eating monster.” Spitfire laughed.

Neither Twi nor Dash could hold back their laughter either. With a frown, Rainbow realized they were laughing at her. “It’s not funny.”

“It is!” Dash burst out.

“Oh, really? What if you and Twilight were caught by the wrong person and hurt, or worse?” Rainbow shouted, before she felt Twi’s arms around her.

“Hey, relax. Everything is fine,” she whispered.

Rainbow closed her eyes and took three deep breaths. She found herself chuckling a little at what she had went through, and at all the thoughts that had gone through her head. She suddenly realized that they were all for naught: Spitfire would have never ratted them out like that. “So you were just giving me shit?”

“Yep. Funny, no?” Spitfire asked with a grin.

Rainbow started to laugh with the others, before she suddenly pushed the captain out the door right before slamming it on Spitfire’s face.

“Ouch, damn it! That’s another twenty suicides reserved for you Wednesday!” Spitfire shouted through the door.

“Fuck my life. I hate Mondays,” Rainbow said.

“You deserved that one, Rainbow,” Twi said with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah,” Rainbow replied.

Author's Notes:

Extra thanks to Deputy Duck, who not only helped write this chapter, but inspired the name.