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The following takes place almost immediately after "Tie the Rainbow, Taste the Rainbow" and before "Mountain of a Man"

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"Ugh, did I really make all that?" Rainbow Dash said softly, her brow scrunched up as she looked down at the wide, dark stain on the floor. Lily chuckled and handed off a bucket of soap water and a rag.

"Uh huhn. I think I've got a new nickname for you."

"Couldn't be worse than 'Dashie.' What is it?" Dash groaned.

"Drinking fountain." There was a pause as Dash blinked at her.

"What?"

"Because..." Lily pressed close, her fingers smoothly falling inbetween the avian's legs, finding her clitoris and pressing a single finger against it firmly. "Push the button, and out comes the drink." Dash gasped and batted her hands away, blushing furiously. Lily could see she had been aroused by the simple touch. Flushing bright, Dash stepped forward and fell to her knees, scrubbing at the dark spot on the rug. Together, both nude women cleaned the carpet, and indeed, the entire room of their lovemaking mess.

"So how did you like it?" Lily asked, dumping the buckets of soiled soapwater down the drain in the wetroom. Dash, her skin slightly red from the rope, stretched out with a groan, her face positively glowing a sort of satisfaction that Lily took pride in sowing.

"I can see why Twilight enjoys it... That was awesome." Dash groaned and popped her elbow, smiling at Lily as she set the buckets down on the floor. They hugged tenderly, not a sensual embrace, but a friendly, if mildly passionate, hug. "So, how much do I owe you, then?" Lily chuckled and patted Dash's flat, firm stomach as she slipped out of the wetroom.

"We'll figure that out on your way out the door. For now, you should get dressed. We DO need to ascend back into the world of decency, after all." The two women joked and laughed as they dressed. Lily almost enjoyed the act of putting clothes back on after a good, rough night... It was a refreshing, renewing sort of experience. Almost as if saying 'Well that was fun, back to real life...' Together, Rainbow Dash and Lily walked upstairs to the lounge, where a few girls were talking. They looked up as the two entered arm-in-arm, and eyes went wide.

"Woah."

"Wait."

"Is that..."

"Are you..."

"Yes, yes..." Dash slipped away from Lily, advancing towards the four women gathered. Sierra was there, her jaw open in disbelief. "Rainbow Dash here. Lily's a good friend, so I decided to stop by for a little fun." The girls went wild, all of them clamoring to talk with the new star Wonderbolt. Lily chuckled as Dash entered another one of her elements, which was the spotlight. She soaked up the attention, talking with the girls, flirting, and apparently enjoying herself. Lily met with Maggie at the front desk, who appeared to be disinterestedly reading the newspaper.

"So." She said curtly, scanning headlines. "Customer?"

"You know it." Lily said, leaning her back against the counter so she could watch the four girls clamor over the famous avian flyer.

"Huhn." Maggie flicked the newspaper over, reading a different page.

"How much do we charge for the downstairs rooms?"

"Three hundred."

"No, no... The DOWNstairs rooms." Maggie dropped the paper, looking at Lily's grinning face with a raised eyebrow.

"You didn't."

"I so totally did."

"Really?"

"Eeyup."

"With her?"

"The one and only."

"... How was it."

"Orgasmic. Duh."

"For both of you?"

"Let's just say she's late getting out of here because we had some... Housekeeping to do." Maggie chuckled and flicked the paper again, reading on disinterestedly.

"Normally we include cleaning costs, but seeing as you two took the liberty, I'll only charge six."

"How about tickets for all the girls to the premiere Wonderbolts show?" Dash interjected, easily swaggering up towards the desk. Maggie dropped the paper again, her jaw opening incredulously.

"Th-those tickets... They go for four hundred apiece, in the nosebleeds!" Dash chuckled and patted Lily on the stomach with the back of her hand. She seemed to do that often...

"Like I'd put you guys up in the nosebleeds. I can get all the girls, and guys, too, I suppose, tickets for... Oh... The VIP suite?"

Even Lily's jaw dropped open.

"WHAT?!" Sierra said first. The rest of the girls broke out into unintelligible yammers. Lily and Maggie were stunned as Dash just stood there, grinning at them.

"How many should I mail to ya?" She asked, leaning in and talking over the excited talk from the girls behind her.

"Th-theres... Twenty-seven girls..." Maggie said, still in disbelief. Lily could only guess that VIP box tickets to the season premiere Wonderbolts show landed somewhere in the four-digit range... Probably higher... It was a sight to behold, Lily had been told... Sierra had shown her pictures from a regular-season show before. The prospect of going to a premiere show was just... Unspeakable.

"And how many others? What about Brian, that security dude?"

"Uuh... There are four security personnel... Including myself, the doctor, and all the girls, it's... Thirty-four..." Maggie said, still in disbelief.

"Hmm... Good thing my box seats forty."

"F-forty?! YOUR box?!" Maggie said.

"It's complicated... I've got a box that's technically mine, to invite whoever I want... If I choose not to, though, they sell it out and the profits go to charity. I usually sell it out for almost every show..." Dash paused to chuckle and rub the back of her neck, as if she were embarrassed. "The manager asked me if I even HAD any friends last season. I don't think they'll mind if I take it for one show."

"Th-thats..." Maggie started, but when she paused, Lily finished.

"Dash, we could never... It's too much."

"Bah, nonsense. I'll mail the tickets to you when I get back to Cloudsdale." She smiled knowingly at a very shocked Lily, slipping away towards the front door. "Six hundred bucks is way too cheap for how much I owe Lily." With a wink, she was gone, leaving the six women behind in complete, stunned silence.

"Wait..." Sierra was the first to talk. "What did you two DO?!"

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"Girls! So glad you could make it!" Twilight Sparkle was the first to greet them as the entourage made their way into the VIP box. It was less of a box and more of an entire house, or maybe a mansion... Lily saw Twilight, along with the other four wielders of harmony, were already there. Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie were already looking out of the massive bank of windows over the expansive grounds of Wonderbolts Stadium. Various and assorted obstacles were laid out in a sort of course for the avians to fly through, and the grandstands formed an absolutely massive circle around the entire field. Three tiers high, multiple seats for each, the whole stadium took up an incomprehensible amount of space... Then again, Lily had seen a Sonic Rainboom firsthand. Twice. If Dash performed one of those in the stadium, she would need quite a bit of space to do it in.

Twilight welcomed them all into the VIP suite, the girls slowly filling the open area one-by-one, talking about how lavish the VIP area was, the food that was already laid out for them, and how an open panel in the large windows led out to a balcony with comfortable-looking seats. Chatter and conversation struck up everywhere as the guys and girls from Maggie's let loose, enjoying themselves.

"Wow." Lily said, standing close to Twilight.

"Right?" She said teasingly, nudging Lily with her shoulder. "Pretty awesome, how Dash has this... You know, we never really knew what a performace was like. Dash tried to let us see one once through the link, but she had to shut it off to focus. This'll be the first we get to see for ourselves." Lily nodded and leaned back against a wall, smiling as she watched Pinkie Pie strike up a conversation with Jade.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! MAGI, AVIAN, AND HUMAN ALIKE!" Lily jumped as the announcer's voice boomed out loud, all of the girls giving clipped cries of surprise at the loud noise. Shock subsided, they all looked out the windows as the show was apparently getting underway. Many of them made their way out on to the balcony, Lily and Twilight among them. They sat side-by-side at a pair of chairs on the edge of the balcony, overlooking the entire field. "It is my great pleasure to present to you all... Straight outta Cloudsdale, the fastest, most agile, stunning, and incredible..." A pause left them all on the edge of their seats, looking at the edge of the stadium, searching for the performers. Lily could have sworn she was hearing a roaring sound in the distance... In fact, she was certain of it... It was growing in intensity.

"Here they-"

WONDERBOLTS!" The sound was deafening. The shape of seven avians, flying in formation, all of them trailing a crackling stream of thunder and lightning, streaked over the edge of the stadium. The deafening sound of thunder rumbled behind them as the seven avians all tugged long streamers of a huge thunderhead behind them. They streaked across the entire stadium, thunder and lightning splitting and forking behind them. Cheers erputed from the audience as they crossed over, arcing up into a graceful climb. Lily watched in awe as the seven split into different directions, and she almost thought she could see Dash's vibrant shock of rainbow-colored hair... They let go of the cloud, one last rumble of thunder sounding as the clouds dissipated... The seven formed up once more, falling into a perfect "V" shape as they flew over the heads of everyone in the stands. The loop, which had to have been a mile at least, took maybe thirty seconds. When they screamed overhead the VIP booths, it left a wind that ruffled hair and clothes behind it, the roaring filling Lily's ears.

"WOAH!" Lily felt almost like she was getting pulled to the side as the Wonderbolts flew overhead, the vortex of their passing a truly intense experience.

"Sum' bitch!" Applejack called out. "Mah hat!" Lily saw the fluttering brown headgear ripped off her head, floating away on the ferocious winds. Twilight cast a hand out, enveloping the hat in her magic and firmly pulling it back towards the booth. "Oh thank goodness! I owe ya one, sugar!" Applejack threw her arms around Twilight, hugging her fiercely. Lily turned her attention back to the field as the Wonderbolts finished their opening sequence, all seven standing in a circle near the middle of the field. She watched as they slowly spread wings, flapping in a synchronized beat... As one, they rose into the sky, maintaining the same, perfect amount of distance between one another. When they were at least a hundred feet off the ground, they began moving... One at a time, they would flit across the pattern, breaking the circle. When they broke the line inbetween the two flyers opposite, one of them would take off... And the next, and again... It picked up in speed... Lily watched as the circle rose higher and higher, the members flitting across the circle as fast as could be. The circle went higher and higher, and higher... Lily lost them in the sun. Twilight gasped next to her, pointing at the ground.

"Look!" In the high noon sun, the shadows of the seven avians flitted across the ground one by one... It was entracing to watch how fast it was moving... Then she saw it.

"It's..."

"It's the Morning Star!" Twilight squealed with delight, bouncing on her chair.

The pattern the seven avians had made on the ground was, indeed, that of a Morning Star, the seven-pointed star that was the symbol of the Equestrian nation. Lily recognized it from flags on official government buildings across Canterlot. The display of speed and coordination was nothing short of incredible. At the end, all seven arced backwards into a graceful dive, their wing tips almost touching as they dove in a low, tight circle.

"That was the Morning Star! Give it up for the WONDERBOLTS!" Cheering erupted from all around. Lily and all the other girls joined in, lifting voices and arms in equal measure. Suddenly, Twilight gripped her arm.

"Lily!" She called out over the uprarious cheering. "Shift into Dancer!"

"What?!"

"Do it! You're going into the show!" Lily's eyes went wide as the other four wielders of harmony pushed through the mass of girls towards her.

"Come on, sugar! Dash wants ya out there!"

"Ooh, I'm so excited! I wonder what she has planned!"

"Yeah, do it! Come on! Get your skinny, winged butt out there!"

"Go on, darling! This is your chance to shine!" All five of them urged her on. In a flash of understanding, Lily realized Dash was using the link. She swallowed hard and shifted into Dancer, the slender avian she had grown accustomed to using whenever she wanted to fly... From the sound of it, she was going to be doing a bit of it...

"For this next stunt, the Wonderbolts will be welcoming a special guest onto the field, in a never-before-seen trick! The DEATH DIVE!"

Wait.

"What?!" Lily had a foot up on the balcony, ready to take off to join Dash on the field, at the insistence of the other five. "Guys! No!" Too late. Rainbow Dash, who was already flying towards the VIP box to fetch her, snagged her hand. "No! Daaaaaash!" Lily was tugged insistently into the open air, left with no choice but to flap or fall. "Dash, I can't do this!" Lily said loudly over the sound of more cheering.

"Yes you can!" Dash insisted, pulling her over the heads of the gathered spectators below, out onto the field. "I would have picked you if I didn't think you could do it! Listen, we designed this stunt so ANYONE could tag in. We're trying to do more audience involvement, so Spitfire herself suggested this one. You're going to be fine!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, this stunt has never before been done outside of rehersal, and never with an unwitting volunteer. For the very first time ever, the Wonderbolts are using an audience member in a stunt. Magi, Avian, and Human, put your hands together for the lovely and enchanting... DANCER!" Lily felt a blush rise to her cheeks as the massive crowd of spectators applauded her. Never mind that it was a farce, she wasn't really Dancer, but still... They were cheering for her. They finally reached the other Wonderbolts, all of them smiling at Lily as they landed amongst the circle. Lily flashed a brief smile at Soarin, whom she was acquainted with...

"Here's what's gonna happen, Lily!" Spitfire called out over the loud cheering. She was markedly different-looking in her sleek outfit... Lily was used to the busty woman who had made the odd request from her not terribly long ago... The same request that netted Dash her position among the Wonderbolts... The same request that had Lily about to risk her life in a stunt with the fastest and most daring flyers in all of Equestria... "Dash and I are gonna follow you up to thirty-four hundred feet! When we reach altitude, we're going into a dive! Two thousand feet in, you're gonna tuck your wings. Ever been at T.V. before?!"

"T.V.?!"

"Terminal Velocity! It's about a hundred and forty miles an hour, without propulsion."

"A... A h-hundred and-"

"Don't worry! That's where Dash and I come in! Trust us, close your eyes, and open your wings when you hear the announcer! Got it!" Lily's heart was ALREADY hammering in her chest. She swallowed hard and gave a weak nod. She was already in this. No sense in backing out now... Dash would never let her live it down.

"How much do you weigh?" Spitfire asked. Lily blinked at the sudden question.

"A hundred and twenty pounds? Maybe more?"

"That's good! Dash and I can handle up to one-eighty. This is gonna be great! Alright! Let's go!" Three pairs of wings spread out. In a gust of wind and feathers, Lily took off. Dash to her right, Spitfire to her left, Lily flew as high as she could go.

"Doing good!" Rainbow Dash called out, giving her a thumbs-up as they began ascending.

"Keep it up! One thousand feet already!" Lily glanced down, watching the ground shrink away bit by bit. Even now, Lily could see the whole stadium without turning her head. "Fifteen hundred!" They were moving higher, faster... It was then Lily noticed five others flying at a further distance away from them, and a little bit below... They were all flapping much slower, but much more powerfully...

"Weather team..." Lily muttered.

"Huh?!"

"The Wonderbolts! You guys are all weather team elites, huhn?!" Spitfire just grinned at her as they rose.

"Ya got that right! They're making an updraft for us!" Riding the current from the other five powerful avians, Lily and the other two flew higher and higher, flapping hard.

"Alright, three thousand. We're almost there! Lily, are you ready?"

"No!"

"Hahaha! Come on! You can trust us!"

"Honestly think we'd drop you in front of a croud of thousands?!"

"NOT HELPING, DASH!" Lily cried, feeling panic well up in her throat. She got a laugh in return.

"Thirty-two hundred!" Lily swallowed hard, trying to steel her nerves. "Thirty-three!" She was lathered in sweat. Despite the current, this was hard work... "Fifty feet! Get ready!" This was it. Do or die. The other two stopped. This was it. Lily arched her back, let the sun fill her eyes for a brief moment... She swallowed hard one last time...

"GO!"

The rush.

The inexplicable, headlong rush... It gripped Lily by the throat, filled her ears with it's hair-raising scream, and pulled her ever downwards. Her very vision shook with the force of the wind. And it was only going to get worse... Tears streamed from her eyes at the biting of the wind, cooling on her face as she watched the stadium slowly, steadily grow bigger and bigger...

"TWO THOUSAND! TUCK!" Lily didn't know where the call came from, but she had no choice but to heed it. Pointing straight at the ground, Lily tucked her wings up against her shoulderblades, flexing the muscles as hard as she could to keep them from opening. The rush got worse. The wind was deafening in her ears, her eyes felt like they were rippling in their sockets... Her clothes, tight as they were, still flapped against her skin, picking up the slightest intricacies on the headlong rush towards the stadium below. Looking straight up above her, at the ground below, Lily couldn't see it... She caught a brief glimpse of something, though, and looked straight out... At a flickering, blurred pattern. She'd see the face of Dash, Spitfire, Dash, Spitfire, Dash, Spitfire, Dash... Again and again and again... The two avians were circling her! They were flapping their wings, even, to add extra momentum to their own dives!

"Close your eyes!" Lily didn't need a second warning. The ground was still far away, but instinct told her she was dead. Resigned to her fate. Sign my death warrant, I'm halfway to hell already. Tears still leaked out of her clenched eyes, almost everything else lost to the burning, cold wind. The next thing she heard, her mind almost lost in the blurring, roaring abyss about her... It took her breath away.

Trust us.

And so she did. Wings tucked tight, Lily let it go. Her worries. Her cares. Her stress. None of it mattered anymore. Her life was in the hands of these two. Rainbow Dash and Spitfire were in charge of her, held sway over wether she lived or died. Lily had no say in the matter.

All the more surprising, then, when all of her internal organs flattened against her stomach. Eyes snapping open in a flash, Lily felt the firm tug of gravity pulling against her body. It wrenched from her shoulders, taking all of her weight, the centrifugal force almost making her black out. Her wind-deadened nerves flared to life in a moment, and she felt fingers... FINGERS... They were clamped firmly on her biceps, hauling her out of the breakneck dive... They were parallel with the ground... But she kept rising.

Then the fingers left.

The roar of wind filled her ears again.

Every speaker in the stadium blared one final, irrevocable, primal command at her.

"FLY!"

And Lily did just that.

Flung into the sky, Lily opened her wings, let the air lift her, and flew. Fast and hard, without so much as a flap, Lily's momentum carried her into a long, graceful loop. Meanwhile, the crowd and wind fought for dominance over who would rip her eardrums from her head. She was caught in a joyous, onward rush of emotion and feeling, the sensation of travelling faster than should ever have been possible gripping her throat so she couldn't breathe. In the downstroke of her backwards loop, Lily's wings flared out, catching wind and slowly killing her speed... She was still going at least fifteen miles an hours when her feet hit the ground, running fast as she could through the grass. In the end, she fell forward, vision filled with green. Sweet, vegetative, ground-rooted green.

The crowd groaned as she slid through the grass on her front, some of them laughing, others gasping in shock. Spitting strands of grass, Lily got to her feet, smiling like a big, dopey fool. The gathered crowd members cheered, even as white-clad medics ran in to tend to her. Four of them flocked around her, expressions drawn with worry.

"I'm fine! I'm fine!" Lily assured them, brushing uprooted blades of grass from her front. Thankfully, her tight top hadn't ripped, exposing her at all. Smiling, one or two of them helped brush her off, and the crowd swelled in another roaring cheer as she lifted her hands triumphantly.

"OH MY GOODNESS! DANCER PULLS IT OFF MAGNIFICENTLY! The first-ever DEATH DIVE! GIVE IT UP!"

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"HOLY SHIT!" Dash stripped her goggles off, throwing the equipment across the locker room, her face split in probably the biggest, dumbest grin of her entire life. "That was incredible!" Rushing forward, she threw her arms around Lily, easily lifting her slight frame and spinning her around in a laughing, happy hug. Lily returned it exuberantly, almost cackling with delight. Every female member of the Wonderbolts crowed around them, embracing in a laughing, happy group hug.

"-Was SO awesome!"

"And she even did a loop!"

"You guys were TIGHT in that circle!"

"I thought I was gonna pass out FOR her!"

They all talked excitedly, smiling and laughing. The rest of the performance Lily spent in the Wonderbolt's locker room, enjoying a hot shower to wash the dirt and grass from her body, and wait for her clothes to be cleaned. Still, the roaring of the audience and speakers let her know almost exaclty what was going on. She really had just finished dressing when the sounds all died out and the announcer started bidding everyone farewell. Shortly after that, four of the seven Wonderbolts who were female padded into the locker room, and the hug had ensued. Joy and laughter were shared in the aftermath of what had to have been one of the most intense experiences of Lily's entire life...

Spitfire, however, was the only one with a grimace on her face. "Fire! What's wrong, girl?" Dash finally said, grinning at her captain. Everyone fell silent at the grim expression on her face.

"My tape is KILLING my tits..." There was a pause, a moment of stunned silence, before everyone burst out laughing, Spitfire included. She went to go sit on one of the long benches nearby while another teammate unzipped the back of her sleek uniform. It was fashioned to hug their bodies in a skin-tight sleeve of fabric that wouldn't drag in the wind, but since Spitfire had an admittedly humongous bust, she had to tape her breasts tight against her chest or she wouldn't be aerodynamic. Two more zippers freed the uniform up so her big wings could slide through the fabric, and Lily could finally see the wound tape around her chest. It dug into her flesh, most certainly making it hard to breathe. Lily could only wonder how painful it had to be... Dash appeared behind her with a pair of scissors, snipping them twice in the air.

"Right. Inhale." Spitfire gave a short, clipped inhalation through her nose. "Exhale." The breath left her lungs, freeing just the very edge of the tape. Dash smoothly moved the scissor blade under the edge, cutting half of the first tape, then moving higher, and higher, cutting through the fabric bit by bit. It was like a dam breaking. The tape literally snapped around Spitfire's front, and as the last strand was cut, she let go of a sigh that sounded like the sweetest sort of relief imaginable.

"Oooohh, that's the stuff..." She groaned, stretching her back, her breasts jiggling just a bit in the aftermath of springing free from the constricting tape. More than one envious blush went through the gathered team members and one stray changeling as the captian of the wonderbolts gently cupped both mounds of freed woman-flesh. "Lotion?"

"Aah... Oh, shit, where'd it go..." Dash grumbled, padding off to search.

"Top shelf of my locker!"

"Kay!" There was a sound of a locker door opening and closing after Dash disappeared around a bank of lockers, returning with a bottle of pink-colored cream. It didn't have a label, but unless Lily was mistaken, there appeared to be a seal of some sort... An intricate pattern etched into the cap. "Here we go."

"Thanks, Dash." Spitfire took the bottle, smiling up at an inquisitive Lily. "Care to do the honors?"

"... Wait, what?" Lily said.

"This lotion," Spitfire explained, popping the cap on the bottle of pink goo. Lily watched the pattern glow for a brief moment before the scent of lilac and Honeydew washed across her face. "Is specially-made to restore nerve damage. Pushing my puppies down so hard for so long kills off the nerves over time, so I use this to keep myself from, you know, losing my tits. Do you wanna put it on?" She shamelessly asked, extending her hand to offer Lily the bottle. Shocked, Lily took it, blinking for a few moments.

"You want me... To rub lotion on your tits..." Lily asked, glancing around at the other three women gathered there. They all looked between Lily an Spitfire, grinning or blushing.

"Would you like to do this in private, then?" Spitfire teased, standing up and stretching her arms over her head. Lily blushed deeply, feeling markedly more awkward than a whore who had done unspeakable acts of sexual gratification ought to be.

"Y-yeah..." Chuckling, Spitfire shot Lily a smile over her shoulder before walking away towards a door set in the far wall of the locker room. She guided Lily through that door and down a long hallway, through a door into another hall, and into one last door. The room was sterile, white, and held two medical exam tables, in addition to a long, low counter. Lily swallowed as Spitfire deftly hopped up onto one of the medical examination tables, the paper crinkling noisily underneath her slender rear. She flopped onto her back, wings tucked tight against her shoulders. Lily watched as her breasts bounced and jiggled a few times.

"Well?" Spitfire said, raising her hands to grab the edge of the table. She pushed her chest out, lips curled into a devious, seductive smile. Lily, still on the fence about the whole thing, held the bottle of lotion in one hand and her doubts in the other. All it took, though, was one more look at her breasts... The flesh was indented with the mark of the bandage, her skin almost depressed in narrow, long strips... The surface of her breasts was almost uneven, and her nipples appeared to have almost sunk into the skin a little. She was probably in a great deal of pain. Lily had to do this, not just for herself, but for the pained Avian.

"Right." She dumped a generous portion of the lotion into her other hand, feeling a tingle run up her palm as she set the bottle aside.

"You're gonna need more than that." Spitfire said softly. Lily blinked in return and unceremoniously dumped more lotion, using almost half the bottle. The thick, pink goo threatened to spill over. "There ya go." Spitfire closed her eyes, readying herself. Lily allowed herself one more moment of hesitation before tipping her hand over, catching half the mound of lotion, while the bits inbetween both her palms dripped downwards onto Spitfire's twitching, heaving chest. "Aah!" She gasped, inhaling deeply.

"S-sorry!" Lily flushed.

"No, it's fine. Cold." Spitfire grinned as Lily giggled like a little girl, taking one last moment to look over the abused, marked skin before setting to her task... "Oohh, that's the stuff..." Spitfire groaned as Lily smooshed the lotion into the skin, the blush on the changeling's skin darkening as she slowly spread the pink, thick viscous goo all over... It was one hell of a mess. Once the liquid met warm skin, it turned less into a sticky sort of goo and began to melt into a liquid... Lily's hands started out slow, but soon were caught up trying to catch all the bits of dripping, pink liquid as they spread.

"Shit." Lily groaned as the mess slowly began to get out of control. Spitfire chuckled, making some of the smaller puddles of liquid spill over and spread over her chest even more.

"It does that. Don't worry about the drips, just focus on massaging what you can in. Oop, almost forgot." Spitfire lifted her hips, her hands working at pushing the waist of her tight uniform down. Lily realized as the avian struggled to remove the bunched, sheer fabric, that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath... "If I don't, it gets messy. This stuff stains pretty bad." Shamelessly, Spitfire lay underneath Lily's hands, her feet kicking the uniform off completely. It fell to the floor in a heap, leaving the brave captain of the Wonderbolts one hundred percent naked underneath Lily's careful ministrations.

Lily was sure her cheeks would light on fire if she blushed any deeper. Almost as if on que, though, the lotion reduced into a pink liquid, leaving a sheen on the taut flesh of Spitfire's breasts. More of the liquid dripped down the avian's flat stomach, puddling in her belly button, dripping off her sides to land on the paper, the surface of the examination table. Per the avian's request, Lily focused on rubbing the liquid into the damaged area, watching as the liquid began to thin out, to dissipate... Meanwhile, the scent of Lavender and Honeycomb filled her nostrils, even with as overpowering as it was, it wasn't unpleasant... Lily rather enjoyed it.

What had started out as tending to an injury was slowly turning into a rather pleasurable experinece... Spitfire's breasts originally had been rough and uneven, depressed in parts like wearing a tight pair of jeans for too long... Corduroy marks, that's what they were called... Now, the flesh on Spitfire's tits was smooth and soft, even... Her nipples shrunk in size, no longer the almost grossly-large areola that they had before... Instead, they were roughly quarter-sized, the nipples a healthy darker skin tone than the rest of her flesh.

"That feels so good..." Spitfire moaned, relaxing at last. Lily's hands tingled, feeling sensitive thanks to the magic of the lotion. Spitfire had to have been feeling ten times better than before... Not to mention she could breathe without cracking a rib now. How she ever kept up with the other Wonderbolts, LIly could only guess... Still, Lily was happy to help, but a thought struck her.

"Hey Spitfire?" She asked, wiping up stray puddles of pink lotion and rubbing them in until they disappeared.

"Hmm?"

"Do you stay taped for public appearances, or anything like that?"

"Oh fuck no, are you kidding?" Spitfire chuckled, making her chest jiggle just a little. "We usually wear thick clothes, hoodies and coats and whatnot. No one can really tell."

"Does anyone ever ask you why the heavy clothes?"

"We just tell them it gets really chill at high altitudes. Which it does. One time, though, I got asked if I got TOO hot wearing all that... I told 'em I'd rather be too hot than too cold... Trust me, a good amount of people know about my chest. Just not a WHOLE lot..." Spitfire's mouth opened as Lily scooped another small puddle from the avian's stomach, making Lily smile at the expression she got. "Ticklish." She admitted with a blush of her own.

"Oh?"

"Don't you dare- HEY! BAAAAHAHAHAHA! STOP! STOPSTOPSTOP!" Lily assaulted Spitfire's ribcage, her fingers flying over the taut, ticklish skin as Spitfire writhed and fought at her hands. Lily grinned and pressed on, her hands and arms like snakes as she weaved through Spitfire's feeble attempts to bat away her tickling digits. "Stoppit! Lilyyyyyy! AHAHHHAHAHAH!" In a moment of compassion, Lily stopped, just laying her hands flat on Spitfire's ribcage, just beneath her breasts. Spitfire chuckled and breathed heavy for a few moments, her lips split in a grin. "I swear, you tell anyone else about this, and I will end you." She groaned. Lily just chuckled in return and leaned into give Spitfire's cheek a soft kiss. "Hey now."

"Hmm?" Lily said innocently, giving Spitfire's ribs a teasing squeeze.

"I said you could rub the lotion in. Never said you could kiss mee-ee-hee-hee..." Spitfire's words trailed off as Lily's lips moved down, pressing into her collarbone. There was some lotion leftover, and Lily felt the tingle of magic against her lips... Spitfire groaned inwardly, her hips writhing on the table now... "Lily," She panted soflty, chest heaving now. "Lily, seriously, stop..."

"Whatever for?" Lily teased again, her hot breath washing over the fine hairs on the nape of Spitfire's neck. The muscular avian shuddered, her hands falling to grip the edge of the table.

"Because," She groaned, eyes rolling shut. "This is SO not the place to do this in..." She slowly sat up, the remainder of the lotion gliding over the smooth curves of her slender body. Lily watched, entranced, as the remainder cascaded over her flat stomach, down to her crotch... "Come on," Spitfire said softly, nodding towards the door. "I know a place... Not far..." She slipped off the table, indicating Lily should follow. She did willingly, content to watch the firm muscles in her ass jump with each step... They went back to the locker room, the other girls all gone now. Spitfire stepped into the shower for a moment to rinse off the lotion, and when she emerged again, her skin was smooth and whole once more, looking healthy and tanned. Lily was envious, if only just a little... Spitfire was an entrancing woman. She watched as the avian passed on bra and panties, pulling a loose hoodie over her head and poking her wings out of the holes in the back. She pulled on a pair of jeans, buckling the belt around her waist.

"Where to?" Lily asked, still wearing her tight black top and shorts. In Dancer's slender, flat body, she was a twig compared to the powerful, muscular, curvy form of Spitfire... The captain smiled at her, leading Lily down another, separate hall. She saw they were on the field now, where the performance had taken place. Stragglers sat on the benches, a few of them dotting the massive grandstands here or there. Spitfire spread her wings and flapped hard a few times, lifting her frame off the ground and into the sky smoothly. Lily followed after, both her and the effectively-disguised Spitfire passing any notice from the stragglers. The day was waning slowly, the sky a molten gold on the West horizon, and a deep purple on the East... Spitfire winged slow and easy, probably moving slower on account of Lily and her own lack of support. True enough, Lily thought she saw the avian's hand rise to her chest more than once...

"Here we go." Spitfire turned into a wide turn, spotting what she wanted. Lily followed her as the avian dipped underneath a wide, low cloud. In a puff of moisture, though, she disappeared.

"Another one?" Lily said softly. It was similar to the cloud Dash had taken her to before their own passionate night of heavy lovemaking... She had actually enjoyed sleeping on the cloud with the fledgeling Wonderbolt. Inside the confines of the cloud, Lily had felt surprisingly warm and comfortable, like floating on a very soft mattress. She followed Spitfire into this cloud with ease, stretching out flat as she glided inside. Unlike the other one, this cloud had a very low cieling, the most one would be able to do would be stand at a low crouch. Spitfire was on her hands and knees as Lily landed with a soft 'Oof,' next to her. To her surprise, Spitfire wasted no time in setting in on the shifted changeling.

"C'mere." Spitfire said in a low tone, groaning as she straddled Lily firmly. Lily gave a soft gasp of surprise as Spitfire's slender hands began pushing her tight black shirt up. Flushing just a little, Lily raised her arms and wings over her head as best she could, using a quick flick of her wing to toss the skimpy fabric aside. Her vision was obscured for a brief moment as Spitfire stripped her shirt off, but when she came back, she was greeted with the avian captain's large breasts right in her face. "Lick 'em." Spitfire commanded, running one hand over Lily's smooth black hair to the back of her neck, pulling her open lips tight against the already-hard nipple. Lily didn't need a second demand. With a soft groan of desire, she took the nipple in her mouth, sucking for a moment before letting her tongue trace tight circles around it.

"Mff..." Lily groaned, making Spitfire throw her head back. Her hair cut long lines through the cloud above them, collecting condensation that slapped the wet strands against her back. Knees digging into the cloud on either side of Lily, Spitfire pulled the tie loose on Lily's hair. She felt the tightness leave her scalp as the braid was undone, letting her own long, waist-length hair fall to the small of her back... Apparently the intrinsic magic that kept Avians afloat on clouds didn't apply to hair... Lily felt the strands weight down with moisture as they fell through the cloud, getting steadily wetter... Just like the flesh inside Lily's mouth. Caution to the wind, Lily was practically drooling against Spitfire's delicous cherry nipples, enjoying the almost mettalic tang of sweet flesh against her tongue... She still smelled like the lotion.

"HNN!" The hand caught her by surprise. Lily was caught up in licking and tasting both of Spitfire's delicious nipples when her partner smoothly pressed a single finger to Lily's core through her tight shorts. Shuddering at the pressure through the skin-tight garment, Lily couldn't help but release a throaty gasp against the wet flesh against her lips.

"Ya like that?"

"M-more!" Lily groaned softly, returning her mouth to Spitfire's heaving chest. She was not disappointed when Spitfire quickly plunged a hand under the waist of her clingy shorts, sliding low and fighting the tight fabric. Lily squirmed her hips, helping Spitfire push her pants and tight panties off. Freed from the fabric, Lily readily spread her legs, giving Spitfire's eager fingers access. Lily's chest tightened as the first soft brushes against her wet slip sent a tight pulse of pleasure through her frame. Her own hands quickly fell to Spitfire's belt, pulling the tongue free with a slapping sound The clink of metal-on-metal sounded, and the fabric suddenly loosened around Spitfire's waist. Lily felt her stomach quiver as the changeling's hand slid under the waistline, feeling Spitfire's smooth, shaved crotch.

"Take 'em off..." Spitfire gasped, her mouth open with ragged, panting breaths. Lily's fingers flew as she pushed the zipper down, popped the button... Spitfire lifted her hips, letting the changeling push the denim fabric down as far as it could go. Smooth as can be, Spitfire tangled their legs together, her thigh riding high between Lily's legs, grinding her sensitive core against the muscular flesh of her companion's leg... Lily panted and returned the gesture, her own slender leg pressing against the wet slit inbetween Spitfire's thighs... Together, both women started moving their hips...

"Haahh..."

"Ah-ah... Aah!"

"Hnn! Oooohh..."

"That'sssssss AH!" The pleasurable moans emenated by both women only made Lily want it more, her body slowly rising to orgasm...

"S-spitfire..." Lily panted, her eyes slowly closing. She arched her back with each smooth movement of her partner, slowly coming up off the cloud inch by inch...

"M-me too. Come on." Spitfire panted, leaning in to press her lips to Lily's craned neck. In response, she got a bit of firm pressure from Lily, her leg riding higher still. Spitfire gyrated her hips up and down, leaving a glistening trail of arousal against Lily's thigh. In a flash of movement, Spitfire mashed her lips tight against Lily's, both women's lips pressed into thin lines as they gave throaty, passionate groans. The pleasure ripped through Lily's entire body, made her quiver in a combination of cool condensation and hot pleasure.

"Haaahh..." Spitfire broke the kiss first, her cheeks flushed as she settled her weight agianst Lily... Despite her large chest and curvy rear, Spitfire was surprisingly light... She couldn't have weighed much more than Lily in her natural form... Dancer, however, was just a little too slender to handle it without a bit of discomfort. Smooth as can be, Lily rolled over on top of Spitfire, giving the avian plenty of time to tuck her wings against her back. Lily sat up, one leg still looped through Spitfire's... Slowly, she leaned back, back, all the way, her leg swinging out until she and Spitfire were both reclined on their arms. The slick wetness pressing against Lily's own center told her she had nailed the position... This way, she and Spitfire could grind themselves against one another for a far more pleasurable effect. Spitfire caught on with a devious smile, coming up on her arms with ease. She was the first to push her hips forward, but was quickly met by Lily, both women with dripping wet hair that clung to their backs. Lily rolled her head forward before flipping it back, her long, luxurious black head of hair whipped upwards, catching the top of the cloud, spraying wetness all around.

"Aahn!" Spitfire groaned in a totally non-captain like way, her stomach quivering as she fought to grind harder against Lily. The changeling returned with just as much passion, panting as she felt the post-orgasm fog burn away and leave behind blessed, wonderful lucidity. "Harder!" Spitfire grunted, her eyes closed as she focused on FEELING the woman against her, rather than see her... Lily did the same, seeking that pace, that wonderful connection when two women connected on a level that was beyond words.

They fell into it easily, bodies working so smooth and easy against one another. Slowly, the pace increased, grinding their hip bones and slick holes together with ease. Lily found the swollen, exposed button of Spitfire's clit with her own, and began hitting it with the sort of ease that shouldn't have been normal... Lily gasped and arched her back, grinding a slow circle around Spitfire's apex with ease. Both women were brought to a wordless, shuddering orgasm almost immediately...

"Fuck." Lily's arms gave out as she fell onto her back, chest heaving from the exertion. She was dotted with sweat and condensation, and just like when she and Dash had slept together, the inside of the cloud was warm... Almost hot. Spitfire, on her back as well, just let Lily's legs stay tangled with her own. Both of them were panting, blinking, looking up at the steadily darkening interior of the cloud.

"Well, well..."

"WHAT!" Lily and Spitfire both jerked up, searching for the new, intruding voice. The top half of Rainbow Dash hovered at the entrance to the cloud, her wings swirling the fog around with ease. She had her arms crossed over her flat chest, grinning at her captain and her friend.

"Dash!" Spitfire gasped, halfway between angry and embarassed. "Whattaya doing here?!" Dash patted the side of the cloud with a hand twice, grinning at them.

"This is a stratus-cirrus cloud. Not a cumulonimbus. As such, it probably shouldn't be raining..." Dash teased, slowly flapping forward until she could look at both flushing women closer. "What, I wonder, was making that rain that's falling on my head while I'm out for my post-performance cooldown?" Indeed, Dash was still wearing her uniform, but that was rapidly changing... Her fingers reached behind her, pulling the thin zipper of her outfit down her spine with ease.

"Dash, I-"

"Shush, captain." Dash teased, the fabric loosening around her shoulders. She shrugged out of it, working on the zippers for her wings next. Her flat, toned chest was soon exposed, the fabric falling down her torso to bunch at her waist.

"Look, I-"

"I know you don't fool around with team members." Dash cut her off again. "But I don't think you've got a lot of room to deny me right now." Dash sat on her knees near the entrance, pushing the tight uniform down her waist. Lifting her knees for a moment, she pulled the outfit completely off, now just as nude as the other two women present.

"Oh, you suck..." Spitfire groaned. Lily could feel the busty avian flex her core muscles, their crotches still pressed together. She was already aroused, just from watching Dash undress... Lily had to admit, she was getting there, too... Dash, clearly, felt the same way, as when she tossed her outfit to the side, the crotch had a slightly dark stain on it... Lily gnawed her lip in anticipation, and was not held in wait for long. Dash descended on both women, roughly pushing them both onto their backs. There was a moment of adjustment before Lily and Spitfire stretched out next to each other, legs spread wide with Dash between them both.

"Hmm... Two juicy pussies just begging for it..." Dash groaned, licking her lips. Her tongue wasn't idle for long. She rose both her hands to that tight mouth, two fingers from each hand sliding in. She sucked on all four, her tongue obviously coating them with saliva. When she pulled them out, they were indeed glistening with spit, and Lily felt her press two fingertips against her pulsing lips. Smooth and easy as could be, Dash glided four fingers into two holes, spearing both avian women before her. Spitfire gasped so hard her breasts shook. "Captain?" Dash said quizically, looking worriedly down at Spitfire.

"F-fine!" She grunted, eyes fluttering. "B-been a l-long time s-since I... I've had anything... Inside." She panted and flexed harder, making Dash smile in return.

"Relax." The rainbow-haired avian leaned over and kissed Spitfire's stomach. "This is gonna be good." Spitfire sagged back into the cloud, cheeks flushed and her skin dotted with one form of moisture or another... The cloud seemed to cling to all women present, wrapping around them just a little where they made contact... It felt like it was hugging Lily, and where her ass sank into the cloud, it seeped into her crack, putting just a tiny bit of pressure on her rosebud. The feeling was cool, addictive, and oh so sensual... Like she was being hugged by the cloud. Dash, meanwhile, moved her fingers in and out of both women slowly, making them writhe and groan beneath her. Lily was still trying to recover from the previous two orgasms... Thoroughly warmed up, both women weren't going to last long...

"Dash!" Spitfire gave in first, lifting her hips powerfully. Dash rode with it, her fingers still buried inside of the captain's pulsing womanhood. "AAHN!" Pulling out at the last moment, Rainbow Dash smoothly spun Spitfire's clitoris in a circle, making the quivering avian let loose in a pure, unbridled scream of passion and fulfilled desire. Apparently, it really HAD been a long time... Lily wasn't far behind. Now that Spitfire was done, Dash turned her attention to Lily, using both hands to spin her clit and search for her g-spot. Lily surprised herself as she came. Throwing her head back, Lily buried her hair into the wet cloud and came hard, gasping as Dash's fingers relentlessly twiddled her clit back and forth.

"Alright, girls." Dash hardly gave Lily a moment after her own orgasm before grasping both Spitfire and Lily's wrists. "About time you returned the favor." Lily blinked, feeling Spitfire's hand bump against hers a few times, all the while both of them being touched by something VERY wet...

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Spitfire said eagerly, grinning over at Lily. Eagerly, the muscular avian captain set in on Rainbow Dash's dripping hole, grinning as her fingers slid in with ease. Dash groaned with a sort of fulfilled desire, only to let it escalate in to a throaty gasp as Lily joined in on the fray. The inverse of what Rainbow Dash had done to them, Lily and Spitfire worked together to push four fingers inside of Dash's pulsing walls. They started with two, just one apiece, before Spitfire slid a second of her own in. Leaning over to give Lily a teasing lick on her cheek, she urged the changeling to follow suit. Lily was thankful Dash was already so wet, or else pushing her second finger in would have been a chore... Instead, she and Spitfire both fit two fingers inside Dash, spreading the tight avian apart with ease.

"G-guys!" Dash groaned, her back arching. "NGH! That's... TOO tight! Aahn! I'm... I'm... HUUUHHH!" She inhaled a heavy, throaty gasp as Lily and Spitfire simultaneously flexed. "FUCK!" Arching her back, both hands grasping the two wrists guiding the fingers inside of her, Dash let loose with her orgasm, her thighs quivering as she came nice and hard. Slowly, waiting for Dash's quivering, pulsing sex to relax, Spitfire and Lily pulled their fingers out. Dash watched, though, as Lily pushed the same two fingers into Spitfire's lips, and Spitfire did the same. Both women sucked eachother clean of the fleet-winged avian's love juice, which only got her going again. Soft pants sounded from before two prone women as Dash returned her fingers to her stretched core, teasing her clit to make herself flex... She tightened up, feeling pleasure as she watched their pink tongues gingerly lick one another clean...

"C'mere, Dash." Spitfire panted, Lily's fingers stretching a thin trail of saliva between her mouth and the glistening digits. She needn't a second request... Dash smoothly straddled Spitfire's face, the busty avian grasping Rainbow Dash's tight ass as her hungrily set to work. Dash gasped and arched her back, mouth open with pure pleasure. Lily groaned and sat up on her knees, rising so her head was just on level with Dash's. Pulling the avian around for a firm, tongue-filled kiss, Lily grasped one of Spitfire's hands and gently guided it inbetween her legs... Dash's hungry, slender tongue filled Lily's mouth as fully as Spitfire's fingers did, both gliding in and out, around in circles, pressing to different areas... Lily could feel each of Dash's breaths pulse into her own open mouth, the taste making her eyes roll back in her head. She lost track of who came first, if it was Dash or Lily, but it was good... Very good. Spitfire didn't appear to be done with her teammate, though, so Lily decided to take a break and pay some attention to the busty captain.

While Dash kept her hands and mouth occupied, Lily's own hungry lips pushed inbetween Spitfire's legs. The captain opened up completely, spreading her legs wide as she gave the hungry changeling access. Lapping at her dripping slit, Lily lost herself in the act. She could care less about technique or moderation, she was just so hungry... Hungry to give and get pleasure, hungry to please, hungry to taste the sultry, eager captain... The next time Lily managed to open her eyes, she couldn't see a thing... Nightfall had come, and it was dark everywhere outside of the cloud. The three women were so wrapped up, they had made sweet, wet love into the night. Stars and moonlight were all but completely blocked inside the cloud, they were alone in their own dark haven. Lily was tapped. Five orgasms in, all of them powerful and muscle-clenching, she was lathered in sweat and condensation.

Flopping tiredly on her side, she was only idly aware of Dash and Spitfire doing the same. They all groped blindly for one another, finally making contact in one way or another. Aloosely held hand here, a twined leg there... Lily was sure her head was resting on Spitfire's hip... Breathing heavy, eyes closed since there wasn't anything left to see, all three women just... FELT. Until they felt each other in their dreams.

----------- Notes from the Author -----------

Not gonna lie, this one took me a while to write. I'm not sure if it's because I'm losing my touch, or I just spent too much time on the story, the buildup... More than half of it is the Wonderbolts performance... I struggled quite a bit, and at the end, I'll admit I rushed. Most certainly not my best, but definitely not the worst, either... I'm looking at the Aloe/Lotus chapter...

A special thanks to Grimman007 and A Brony Life 42 for their understanding and letting me combine their requests. Normally, I'd have given them both separate chapters and have been happy to write them both... But in interest of time, I combined two similar requests into one. So I thank those two for their understanding.

I'm still determined to finish this story and get started on the others. Much like when I was writing A Different Kind of Love, I think once I get into some original content, things will flow much easier. I'm excited to get going on the next leg, if I can just bang out these requests for you guys. I thank you all for your patience and understanding, and as always, words of encouragement are HIGHLY appreciated.

Also, consider this a shoutout to Iroh. He's been a very supportive fan, the kind that makes me happy to write, and eager to present new material. It's fans like him that make writers like me proud to do their work, to continue creating, posting, and updating. So thanks, Iroh. You're a true friend.