--------------- Request Chapter: Spitfire and Dash ---------------

The following takes place a few months after the events of "Burying the Hatchet," and before "Mountain of a Man."

"So... Hang on a second," Lily said, eyeing the celebrity across from her. "You want me to..." She blushed slightly. This was all extravagant, completely out there, and one hundred percent uneccesary. Then again, Lily worked in a field that wasn't a requirement for day-to-day life. If her recordbooks indicated anything, she made one helluva living from it, too.

"I don't see what's so off about this. I mean, if you need to see more of my body to get the transformation right..." She stood and started stripping, her heavy hoodie pulled up over her sleek, muscular form. Lily stopped her, waving her hands embarassedly.

"No, no! Trust me, I can get the transformation right. As much as I'd like to see what you've got going for you, I don't need it." Spitfire, captain of the wonderbolts, world-class athlete and probably the most important athletic celebrity on the face of Equestria, was sitting in her office, propositioning her for one of the most unusual requests she had ever heard. Not unusual in the form of "drip wax on my ballsack and gag me with a cum-soaked rag" unsual... Just... Out there.

"Just... Say it to me one more time." Lily said, huffing slightly as she plopped down.

"Alright, here goes." The sleek, muscular woman plopped back down on the opposite side of the desk, kicking up thick combat boots onto the mahogany top. Lily could care less, the desk was scuffed, scratched, and stained from seven long years in the business. "I've had my eye on a friend of yours for, well, longer than she's been your friend, rumor has it. Ever since the Young Flyers competition, she's been on the Wonderbolt's radar. Well, time and again she's turned us down for one reason or another. Being a Wonderbolt isn't easy, and it takes a lot to get into it. Between work and her friends, Dash just wasn't ready for the lifestyle. But recently, she's been freed up from work, and I figured now's as good a time as any to... Well..." Lily gestured for her to continue, arching an eyebrow. Seriously, how did you break Equestiran airspeed records with two D-sized breasts? Lily was distracted in the absence of the loose-fitting hoodie, she had to admit.

"Hellooooooo..." Lily blinked. Flushing, she looked up, shaking her head. Spitfire was waving a hand, drawing out her word to try and catch her attention. Caught red-handed, she had been staring. Spitfire grinned. "Like what you see?" She teased. Lily rubbed her eyes, groaning as she leaned forward.

"Celestia help me, yes... Sorry, I have to apologize. I'm normally much more professional than this. But this is bothering me... How in the world do you fly so fast with... With those?" She asked, pointing at Spitfire's prodigous chest. As if on que, she fished a roll of what appeared to be athletic tape out of a pocket on her baggy cargo pants, holding it up in the muted, warm light.

"I wrap my chest nice and tight. It helps them lay down enough for me to squeeze into my suit, and helps me feel sleek." She explained, turning the roll of tape slowly.

"That... Has got to be brutal..." Lily said, wincing at the thought. Her own breasts ached at the mere thought of such torture.

"Oh trust me, I need a good massage each time I unzip and cut the tape. I could go for one right now, if you're interested?" Spitfire pointedly pushed her breasts together with her arms, smiling as Lily watched her cleavage almost spill over the top of her tight-fitting muscle shirt. Swallowing, she had to force herself to focus.

"P-perhaps later. Let's hash the details out a little bit more..." Lily groaned and poured herself a glass of scotch. This was going to be tough.

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"Heya Lily! Nice place ya got here. Odd, how I haven't stopped by since you opened up. What's up?" Rainbow Dash folded her wings as she walked through the door into Maggie's, smiling at Lily who was waiting for her.

"Trust me, Dash. I wouldn't have called you out here if it wasn't this important. Come with me, you gotta hear what I have to say." Lily tucked her arm through Dash's and pulled her down the hallway. Some girls cast curious glances their way, but were quickly drawn aside by more... Pleasurable targets. It was a busy night. Smiling to herself, Lily led a stumbling Rainbow Dash down a hallway, around a corner, through a door, and into a bedroom.

"Lily, I don't get what... Look, if you called me out here to get me laid, I'm not int-"

"Shh." Lily hushed her with a finger. "I've served celebrities before, in one fashion or another. Hell, I've entertained the princesses themselves. But this... You gotta... Listen, just sit there, I'll go get her."

"Her?"

"Sit down!" Lily called, already through the door and into the hallway. Dash extended a hand after her, but was cut off by the door shutting.

"Well what the fuck..." She grumbled, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. I'm glad Cloudsdale was this close to Canterlot this week, otherwise I'd be angry about coming out here. What the hell is this all about? She thought.

What's up, sugar? Rainbow Dash blinked at the familiar sound of Applejack's voice. Reflexively, she glanced around the room, looking for the curvy farm woman. Groaning, she was reminded of the link. The bond all six of them shared. Four months after Twilight had cast that spell on all six of them, she was still getting used to the feeling of the other five girls being there every moment of every day. Unless she turned it off.

This thing with Lily, she invited me to her place in Canterlot, and says she's got something big for me. If I was working, I'd have denied her in a heartbeat. I dunno, something about the way she said it just set me off. I had to accept.

Well, what's the issue? Twilight.

She invited me into one of 'those' rooms, then took off. I'm just sittin' on this bed, waiting for her to get back, or whatever. When I think about all the sex that's gone on in this room, kinda makes me wonder... Bed's comfy, though. They keep places like this clean, right?

Oh yeah they do! Trust me, Dashie, that bed is probably super-dooper clean! Won't do to bring in another customer to a bed all sticky with cum, y'know what I mean? Pinkie Pie chimed in. I've agreed to work there off and on whenever I can. Man, that was a FUN interview! I tell you what, if I get the chance, I might just stop by next week! Could you tell Lily I'll be by in a few more days for a little training? Even her giggle was audible through the link. Dash smiled softly and nodded.

Will do. Uuh, hey, I gotta go. Someone's coming in. Rainbow Dash cut the link just as Pinkie Pie started to chime in, and was thankful she did so. Out of nowhere, some person wearing really baggy clothes with a hood up over their head walked in. Down the the heavy boots, every feature of their body was covered. Dash instantly tensed, considered opening the link again in case she needed backup. But when that person lowered their hood, she was shocked beyond comprehension.

"S-s-s-spitfire?!" She stuttered, immediately shooting to her feet. The Equestria-wide known celebrity grinned at her, brilliant white teeth standing out in the dark room.

"Heya Dash. We've talked before, and I'm here to ask you again. I don't like messin' around, so let's get to the point. I've made the offer tons of times, and each time you've turned it down. But you're not working anymore, so I figured now is as good a time as any to ask. How would you like to join the Wonderbolts?" Dash's heart raced faster than her wings or a breakneck dive would ever be able to take her in her entire life. The chance of a lifetime, one she thought she'd never get again thanks to friends and work, was now smack-dab in front of her, dressed in grungy clothes and looking as beautiful as ever. Just as she went to open her mouth, Spitfire cut her off, raising a finger. "Aah, before you answer, there's something ya gotta do. I won't tell what it is until you give me your answer." That put a damper on her spirits. Still, Dash couldn't just ignore it. How many times had she been asked in the past? Three? Four? Every time, she had to say no. There was no way she was going to abandon the weather team, leave her friends, and start a whole new life. Now, she didn't have any work, and with the link she was closer to her friends than ever. It felt like that wasn't going to change any time soon. Smoothly, Dash flipped her hair over her head as she looked up at Spitfire with a wide grin.

"I'm gonna have to take you up on that, Spitfire." She said with clenched fists. Excitement rushed through her veins, making her wings grow restless on her back. What was this test Spitfire had for her? She started getting anxious. A race against the team captain? Maybe she'd have to perform a sonic rainboom to prove she still had the stuff? A million and one ideas raced through Dash's head as Spitfire slowly walked closer. She raised one hand to cup her cheek gently.

"I know you're a good flyer, otherwise I wouldn't have asked. But a Wonderbolt has to be good at other things than just flying. So here's the deal." Turning Dash's head side to side, Spitfire smiled and stepped back. "You gotta make me cum five times in two hours, or I won't let you join the Wonderbolts." Dash felt like her heart stopped. "AND," Spitfire went on to add. "You yourself gotta cum three times. I'll help, but don't expect a leg-shaking orgasm, there, spunky. I gotta see how good you handle yourself in the sheets before I consider putting you in one of MY suits." Dash watched, horrified, as Spitfire pulled her hoodie off, revealing a tight, clinging muscle shirt that accentuated every flat plane, every slight curve of Spitfire's waist. Only thing being it did next to nothing to conceal the massive pair of tits on her well-built frame. Dash was everything short of stupefied as Spitfire grinned at her. Pointedly bending over, she started unlacing the heavy boots she wore, her wings easily stretching out through the gap in the neck of the muscle shirt. As she bent over, Dash could have sworn she saw a nipple teasing the edge of the fabric, just moments away from slipping free.

"I... I, uh..."

"Hey, no backing down now. You accepted my offer. Now you gotta help out with the other part, or I can find another flyer out there." She teased, tossing her boot aside and working at the other. Her chest jiggled, so very close to flopping out...

"N-no! I'm... I'm in it for the sex, but..." She raised a slightly-shaking finger. "I've seen you fly dozens of times before. I got your autograph when I was a girl. You are NOT Spitfire! Not with... With... With THOSE!" She proclaimed, her finger pointed at the jiggling mounds of girl-flesh still bent over and working at the boot. As soon as it popped off, leaving her in socks on the floor, Spitfire drew a roll of athletic tape from a cargo pocket and tossed it at her. Dash caught it, staring at the rolled bundle.

"I tape 'em down before every race and performance. It hurts like a bitch each time, but it helps me feel tight, sleek..." She pointedly ran a hand up to slide over her breast, up to her neck. "Ready."

"Wh... Ow?" Dash said, stunned.

"Tell me about it. It feels like they're always sore..." Spitfire repeated the process with her other hand, stepping closer as her hands cupped and caressed the barely-concealed mounds of flesh. "I always have to rub them afterwards, just to get feeling back... Tell me, Dash..." She grinned, standing chest-to-chest with a panting Rainbow Dash. "Think you can make me feel good?" This was it. Her chance. How many nights had she touched herself fantasizing about flying with the sexiest, fastest avian in Equestria? How many pairs of panties had she soaked pulling breakneck dives and wide turns trying to imagine if this was what Spitfire was doing right at that very moment? How many posters had she touched herself to? Now, here she was, hands working at the waistline of her cargo pants, moments away from those luscious tits spilling free...

"I think I can make you cum SEVEN times in two hours." Dash finally returned, grinning wide. Spitfire loosed the button, wriggled her hips until her pants fell, revealing skimpy black panties and a tight, toned core. Dash couldn't help herself anymore. She wanted it. She knew Spitfire wanted it. Gently laying the slender avian down, Dash worked at pulling all of her own clothes off before running her hands up and down Spitfire's stomach. She got a slight blush and a twitch in response, her fingertips just barely hooking the hem of the tight muscle shirt.

"Bring it on, Dash, I can't wait forever." Spitfire groaned, her thighs rubbing together expectantly. So she wanted it right away, then. Not a problem. Dash pushed her muscle shirt up, both breasts bouncing free as Spitfire took over and pulled the fabric over her head. Despite the massive size in comparison to such a slender woman, Spitfire's areola and nipples were both remarkably petite. Dash's hands grasped them both firmly, fingers squishing into the moderately firm flesh. She rubbed, squeezed, and massaged, feeling the tiny nipples grow into hard rocks beneath her hands. Grinning, she watched Spitfire's face turn from stoic to a smile to a blissful expression of fulfilled desire. It was when Dash began hearing thin moans of pleasue she stopped, replacing her hands with a hungry, skilled mouth. The taste of her flesh was addictive, like some sort of aphordisiac... Dash felt her liquid trailing down her thighs, knew if she touched herself even a little, she would squirt a flood. Spitfire's goal of three in this two hour timeframe wouldn't be an issue. Seven? Dash could do it. Easy.

"Mff." She groaned into the nipple, her fingers going to explore the dark space between her own thighs. Fingers just sliding up and down her own wet center, Dash wasn't about to neglect Spitfire's needs, either. The hardy avian could most certainly handle a little more roughness. Not on her breasts, but much lower. Her fingers pushed into the sheer black fabric of the admittedly sexy panties, sliding lower to caress the waiting pussy. It was already marginally wet. That was going to change. Finding her clit with practiced ease, Dash groaned into her nipple and rotated that magical nub of flesh in a fast circle.

"Haah!" Spitfire arched up underneath her, whimpering as Dash worked her pleasure button over. "F... Fuck, Dash!" She panted, chest heaving. "You're gonna... Make me cum!" She bucked her hips, and Dash took the opportunity to spear the woman with her fingers. Two of them penetrated deep into Spitfire, flexing against the soaking flesh as it shifted around her fingers. It seemed like every inch of her wet canal pulsed and moved around her, lifting and closing around the intruding digits.

"That was quick." Rainbow Dash teased, pulling her fingers out for a taste. Just as she thought, Spitfire was clean, with just a small hint of musk. Panting, her target relaxed, still grinning.

"You got a long way to go, kiddo." She teased, spreading her legs so Dash could see the contour of her crotch against the fabric. Fingers hooking the hem, Dash pulled her panties off by leaning back, leaving both avian women completely bare atop the comfortable bed. "What's next? More fingers?" her hips squirmed in such a seductive manner. The flat plane of her stomach, leading up to those mountains topped with a rock-hard cherry, Dash was surprised Spitfire was ready so soon. It had hardly been five seconds and she was asking for more.

"Let's keep going, then." Dash teased. Both hands entered the equation this time. Two fingers slid in while her middle finger found Spitfire's clit, working it hard and fast. The two inside slid in and out smoothly, alternating rhythms to keep Spitfire on her feet, or on her back as it were.

"Woah! Fuck!" Spitfire's stomach twitched visibly, prompting Rainbow Dash to kiss it, keep her relaxed. "Haah! Damnit, you're good at that!" She squirmed and panted, her chest heaving in response to the firm, skilled pleasure Dash was exhibiting. When she found Spitfire groaning more in response to one spot or another, she started exploring the latter, making sure to visit the next one for her third time around. She had something nice planned for that... "F... F... F-f-f-FUCK I'm cumming!" Spitfire panted. Pumping in deep and hard, Dash brought the woman to a squirting, pulsating climax. Fingers forced out by the flexing, Dash twiddled the hard nub of her clit as the woman flexed a thin stream of clean-smelling feminine cum right against Dash's flat chest. The sound of liquid on skin was audible, and VERY arousing. Dash couldn't help but rub out her first, fingers still coated in the release of Spitfire, who was just now coming down from it. Dash's first of three was unfulfilling, left her hungry for more, as she grinned down at the prone woman.

"That's three. By my count, we're ten minutes in. Think you can last the two hours left?" She teased, fingers rubbing the dripping, pulsing hole before her. Spitfire merely grinned and nodded, grinding her hips against Dash.

"I think that's it for fingers. I'm gonna need something more if you plan on making me cum five more times." Her tone was so sure, so haughty. Dash could only grin as her fingers plunged back inside. Spitfire resiliently resisted, her face registering just a flash of pleasure before settling into a smug grin. "I'm tellin ya, Dash, I'm-AUGH!" She flexed every single muscle in her body as the sleek Avian pressed against the one spot she hadn't been expecting. Reduced to a whimpering pile of pleasure, Spitfire felt Dash's fingers flex and pulse against her aching walls.

"You were saying?" Dash grinned, working clit and g-spot in equal measure. Spitfire was twitching and panting in a rapidly increasing fashion. She didn't last more than ten seconds. Mouth opening in a blissful scream of pleasure, Spitfire let all the air out of her trained lungs in a high-pitched expression of just how much Dash was setting her off. She was rewarded with the biggest orgasm she'd seen yet, the liquid spraying and oozing messily. Rainbow Dash was able to note it smelled a little bit more like a woman's musk now, the arousing scent lending to her own arousal. Still, this was a test, not a lovemaking session. She was here to prove herself. This was what she had been waiting for. A spotlight. Redemption. To prove herself to the woman she idolized. It was time to prove to the captain of the Wonderbolts what Rainbow Danger Dash was made of.

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"Mff. Chup. Splurp. Hnn..." The delightful sounds emanating from Dash's crotch were punctuated with each pulsing wave of pleasure that rocked her core. Her own tongue was busy rubbing up and down Spitfire's dripping snatch, while hers hovered above the hungry avian's mouth. The last oral orgasm had brought Spitfire's total up to five, hardly a half an hour into the designated two hour timeframe. Now, Dash was chugging away at six, and having a damn good time reaching her second. Hips hovering above Spitfire, those massive breasts low on her stomach, and a deliciously wet hole in front of her mouth, Dash was thoroughly enjoying herself. The worn woman was unyielding, not giving very many moans. Kicking up both technique and strength, Dash slid her tongue into Spitfire's pulsing petals.

"Hrm!" Spitfire gasped, her hot breath pulsing against Dash's center.

"Haaahh, ahn..." Dash replied, her jaw hanging open as her tongue probed deeper. To Spitfire, it was an entirely different sensation, a slick and slippery one, as opposed to fingers. The whole different level brought her to another orgasm. This one was less of a nerve-racking, leg-shaking ordeal, more of a blissful peak of pleasure and relief. Dash slid her tongue out, paying gentle attention to the exposed clitoris begging for her attention.

"S-six..." Spitfire groaned, her head falling back. Dash was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her body feeling warm from her own fulfilled pleasure as well as working so hard. One left, and Dash intended on making Spitfire regret ever giving her such an easy goal.

"Honestly, Spitfire." She teased, fingers running up and down her gash. "Five in two hours? You make it too easy." She slid one finger in, noting Spitfire hardly reacted to it. At two, she winced a little, and once the third slid in, not to her center, she snapped her eyes open and looked down at the brave avian.

"H-hey! Not back there! Get your finger outta my a-a-aahhh..." Dash curled her finger, putting pressure on the ridged walls of the famous flyer's back door. She got a gush of wetness and a whimper from her target, which made her smile.

"Never been toyed with back here?" She asked, smiling soflty.

"N-never..." Spitfire groaned. "I... Ah... Aah! That... That feels REALLY good..." She whimpered. Dash had pressed her fingertip into the rigid folds, ran her pressured digit over them slowly, probing each ridge individually. Two in her center, one in her rear, Spitfire was slowly reduced to a pile of whimpering nothingness.

"I have... Truth be told, I love it... Go on, put your finger in." She teased, swaying her hips. As if in a trance, Spitfire rose her finger and easily slid into Dash's pucker, elicting a deeper touch and more pressure from her own. Dash moaned and started sliding two fingers in and out, leaving just enough room for her tongue to flick Spitfire's clitoris. The pleasure crashed through the other avian in waves, making her gasp and twitch even more.

"G... Getting close..." She groaned, her finger idly sliding in and out of Dash's tight backdoor. Dash, however, focused less on moving in and out and more sliding around, exploring. That made Spitfire ooze more wetness, made it so much easer to slide in and out. "Gonna... Oh, this is gonna be good..." She writhed and whimpered, sliding her finger out and raising her lips to Dash's dripping hole. Both women 69-d perfectly, and just when Dash gave out into her second orgasm, Spitfire realeased her final, target orgasm... All over the carpet off the edge of the bed. Dash watched in amazement as the liquid spurted and gushed, spraying all over in a wild display of orgasmic prowess. Meanwhile, her own release gushed out into Spitfire's open mouth, nearly drowning the poor woman who could barely coordinate the muscles to swallow, let alone enjoy the flood of fem-cum.

"Mission accomplished!" She managed to pant, swallowing the last half mouthful of sweet release. Spitfire pushed Dash over, panting as her seventh orgasm left her wasted, tired, and sore. In the best possible way. Dash, however, rolled gracefully back onto her hands and knees, adjusting so she was straddling Spitfire's hips.

"I don't think so..." Dash groaned softly, leaning in to tease Spitfire's neck with a torrent of kisses. "I've only came twice..." The realization struck Spitfire, and she groaned softly...

"Fuck..."

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"N-nine times?!" Dash panted, laying spread-eagle on the bed next to her, flat chest heaving from the exhaustion. Between them laid a strapon, slick with juice and well-used in the past hour they had spent.

"Ten..." She heard herself correct the rainbow-haired avian. "Plus your two... I count a total of fourteen..." She whimpered, feeling more sore than should be allowed. Not that she was complaining, that had been an intense two hours...

"Fuckin' A... I think I'm in..." She teased, rolling over with a tremendous effort. Smiling down at her, those perfect magenta eyes, pixie-like face, the wild hair... Rainbow Dash really was something else.

"You're gonna hate me..." Spitfire's visage slowly melted away, leaving behind a sweaty, curly-haired, changeling lieutenant. Dash rolled her head lazily to the side, having flopped back down. What she saw... Well, if looks could kill, Dash would be a murderer.

"Dash, wait!" Lily followed after the retreating avian as fast as her weak legs would carry her. Rainbow Dash indignantly pulled her shirt over her head, jumping into shorts with the help of a flap of her wings. "I can explain!"

"Fuck you!" Tears streaming from her eyes, Dash took off into the early-morning sky, darkness swiftly enveloping her as Lily was left at the open front door to her business.

"It was a prank..." She groaned.

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I don't wanna hear it... Dash grumbled over the link, dejectedly looking down into the glass she had almost emptied.

Will you jes listen to me, sugar? Applejack's thought was both concerned and persuasive. Dash almost gave in.

I said I don' wanna hear it... And I'm not goin' back there, not matter what you say... Even her thoughts sounded drunk. After the ordeal at Lily's, Dash was in no mood to go near that place again. Not anytime soon.

Alright, miss grumpy-pants! If you don't get out of there, we're comin' to getchya! This time it was Pinkie Pie.

Shaddup, Pinkie...

Hey! Listen, she's got a point. Iffen you don't get your scrawny little butt down here, I'ma drag you outta there by your hair! Applejack sounded sincerely angry.

Ugh, FINE! Dash slapped down the money for her tab and swaggered out of the bar, flapping her fatigued wings to the business district. She landed in front of Maggie's, feeling haggard and tired for having slept very little in the past two days since the ordeal with Lily. Pushing through the door, she was greeted by cheers.

"Yeah, yeah, keep your panties on... I'm here. Don't wanna be, but I'm here. The fuck do you want?" She glared around, not in a mood to be around anyone right then. She sobered up immediately as Spitfire pushed through the crowd to smile at her. "Oh, come on..." Dash groaned tiredly. "I just spent two hours fucking your brains out two days ago... I think I've had enough of your fuckin' tricks."

"I'm over here." Lily said, emerging from the shadows near the door. Dash looked at her, looked at Spitfire, back to Lily, then back to Spitfire.

"Aw, fuck..." She groaned, hiding her face in her hands. Applejack, Rarity, Twilight, and Pinkie all stood by Spitfire's side, smiling wide.

"Ah told ya to get yer scrawny ass down here." Applejack said. Spitfire shot the farm woman a smile and strode forward to grasp Rainbow Dash's chin. She pulled her around until bleary, red eyes were focused on her own.

"I hope you can sober up in time for practice tomorrow."