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Luna's moon shone in the gym of the wonderbolt headquarters. It had long past sundown, in fact, it had technically become another day, midnight had passed. On any normal night, the whole place would be empty. Not tonight, though the single swinging light above the boxing ring in the center of the gym gave it a look somewhat resembling an abandoned warehouse or some other, dramatic set where dark and dirty deeds would go down. And with Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo at either corner of the ring, while the deeds to come may not be dark, there was a good chance that they would more than make up for them by with how 'dirty' they could be. Dash had been the subject of Scoot's first sexual dreams, and she'd kept more than a few images of the older Wonderbolt, some licensed pinups, and some altered with the magical image-editing techniques of PhotoClop, both at her bedroom at home and then hidden under her mattress as a recruit. Now, as a full-fledged Wonderbolt herself, she was aching to get the real thing. She'd even got Spitfire to sign off on transferring her to Dash's quarters to 'save space.'

And while Dash had tried to maintain a certain level of decorum and professional distance, it wouldn't do to fraternize or show favoritism to the recruits after all, only a blind mare would have been able to look at Scootaloo in her tight exercise outfits and not notice how attractive she had become. Still...

"Ya know it's pretty unusual to ask to bunk with a superior officer." The older Wonderbolt said, stretching in her corner, both mares clad in standard Wonderbolt exercise gear, tank tops and small sports shorts that were, somehow, no matter what size, always a little bit too tight.

"Well yeah~" Scootaloo grinned, pulling her gloves on tighter, "That's why I'm boxing her first. Best way to get her in bed would be if she's already asleep~"

"There's a problem in your plan," Dash grinned, "What if you lose~"

"A good plan doesn't need to account for the impossible."

"Cocky, aren't you?"

"I learned from the best."

"Well then," Dash stepped forward, and the pair tapped gloves in the center of the ring, "Come show me what you learned."

The glove press took only a second, a moment which would normally be punctuated by a stripe-clad referee explaining the rules, but both mares knew more than enough about boxing, and this match was to be a private affair.

"You're gonna get whipped."

"Ooh, kinky," Scootaloo grinned, "But save that for later, I'm the dominatrix tonight~"

"You sure about that~?"

"We're in the boxing ring. I'm always a dominatrix here~" Scoots answered.

"Then prove it!" Dash answered, taking a requisite step back... But immediately stepped forward, not wanting to give Scoots a moment's break in the match. She came forward hard, throwing a flurry of blows at Scoots's face, but Scoots was quick too, stepping back a little but always deflecting, making sure every blow was a glancing one that avoided a hard hit. Dash didn't mind too much, of course, her jabs and quick shots were only intended to make sure she was in control, not so much watching the shots she was taking as watching her opponent's hands, looking for the slightest opening and...

THERE! Scoots's glove was lowered, and she stepped forward, looking to throw a hook to the cheek, knock her across the jaw... But the shot whiffed, her glove caught nothing, and in a second... She realized why

"OOOOOOOF~!" She cried out as she felt Scoots's heavy glove slam up between her legs, catching her cunt with a powerful uppercut, making her cry out and clutch her aching cunt, slowly falling to her knees in front of the orange mare.

There were, of course, worse places to fall to one's knees than directly in front of Scootaloo. The purple-maned young mare had developed into a well-proportioned athlete, after all, and the likely mystically tight nature of their uniforms meant that Dash was staring right at a thick cameltoe pressed out against the athletic shorts. It would be a nice place for a stallion to put his shaft, or, for a unicorn, their horn. It almost made up for the pain that blossomed in Dash's body after taking a direct uppercut from the girl who had been top of her class in the academy when it came to boxing.

"Cheap shot..." Dash winced out, looking up at her opponent.

"Oh, was it~?" Scoots asked, teasingly, "Whatcha gonna do, call the ref~?"

She had a point. There may have been rules to boxing, but scoots was obviously motivated to win, and like they say, it's not cheating if you don't get caught. So if there's nobody there to catch you...

She felt Scoots grab her ears. It was hard to get a good grip with the gloves, but pony ears were large, and she felt herself pulled close to her cameltoe. The smell of the other mare's arousal filled her nose as she felt Scootaloo hump her face a couple times, wetting it just a little with sweat, and leaving her a bit dazed. Then the other mare stepped back, and Dash recognized the stance, she was preparing to step in and deliver a knockout blow with her knee. Wings fluttering for additional speed, Scootaloo stepped up, and...

*SMACK!*

"GAAHHHH~!"

The thing about a knee strike was it involved lifting one's leg... And the thing about lifting was leg... Especially when one's pants were so tight they presented a puffy cameltoe... Was it gave an opponent a perfect target.

Scootaloo was stopped in her tracks by the blow and collapsed, clutching her own cunt. The momentum brought her forward, and had she been a weaker mare, would have bowled Dash onto her back in a pile of sweaty pony muscle and sex. As it was, Dash still had to struggle to keep her up, but only for a second, as it turned into something of a kneeling clinch, the two pressed together for just a moment, until Scootaloo pulled her head back to look Dash in the eye.

"Nngg... Now who's cheap~?" she taunted.

"All's fair in love and war~" Dash answered with a grin.

"Oh yeah~?" Scootaloo replied, "Which one is this?"

The question stopped the blue mare in her tracks, her mouth half opened. It was harder to answer than she would have expected. Of course, a Wonderbolt would never skip out on exploiting a possible opening in an opponent's defenses, and Scootaloo dived in, grabbing Dash's head and kissing her passionately. Dash moaned, suddenly feeling like she'd drunk too much cider as Scoots's tongue danced around hers. She had to remember to keep control! She might like the girl, but she wasn't gonna lose for anyone!

She drove her fist square into Scoots's belly, and got a satisfying 'Oof~' from the orange-coated cutie. She didn't let up, her right hand beginning to repeatedly piston the other pegasus's breadbasket. Her tongue went limp and Dash pulled away from the kiss, letting Scoots's head rest on her shoulder and firing repeated pistoning blows until she felt her foe begin to drool.

"Not sure," she answered, "But if it's war... I win~!" She proclaimed, leaning back, and then delivering a heavy hook punch to Scoots's cheek, sending her sprawling on her back.

Dash quickly hopped up to her feet, using wingflutters to get there even faster, and began to count, perhaps just a little fast out of eagerness to win, and get back to her bunk to relive the moment of being pressed up to Scoots's body. As an officer she couldn't admit it, but the girl was getting her hot!

"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOU-" To her dismay (or so she told herself,) Scoots was back on her feet, the count stopped short. Not that Dash would give her a moment to rest, back to boxing normally and she was back to her old strategy, delivering the flurry of blows that Scoots blocked, manipulating the other pony towards the corner, and watching out for an opening.

She saw it again, and tried the hook once more, but Scoots ducked. She raised her knee to try to avoid letting her get low enough for a low blow without being knocked in the chin... But Scoots didn't go that low. This time.

"OOOF~!" Dash moaned, as she felt a fist smash into her once again, this time in her abs. She leaned forward over the glove, but it wasn't normally doubling over, since she felt Scoots press in close afterwards, and felt her arms wrap around her body. A long tongue slowly dragged up her neck, making her shudder in arousal, as gloved hands reached down for her ass and pulled her mound to mound, both mares able to feel the other's arousal in the moment.

"Come on, Dash~" Scoots teased her, grinding her thigh over Dash's pussy, making the older wonderbolt quake with arousal, "You know you want it."

Oh god, she did, that much couldn't be denied. Scoots had turned from the cute but annoying fangirl who had dogged her steps and tried, inefficiently, to copy every move Dash made, into the sort of woman could only dream about having. If it weren't for their ranks... She swallowed, her mouth was growing dry with arousal, her skin sensitive and feeling Scootaloo's hot breath on her. Still, there was always one thing she could count on, even in her most aroused state.

"Oh, fuck, I do..." She panted, "Just... Not quite..." She panted, "Enough to stare at the lights for it!" She yelled out, and pushed Scootaloo off of her, getting a bit of space. Just a bit, but an elite flyer from an early age, Dash only needed a bit to pick up speed. Her wings beat against the air to propel her forward, and she stepped in, leaping and flying just a bit to deliver a heavy Supermare punch right to Scoots's muzzle!

She hadn't given Scoots enough time to react to the shove, and she watched the look of surprise in the other mare's eyes as the punch square landed with a satisfying thump. The blow drove Scootaloo to reel back from the shot, her back hitting the corner post, her eyes a little unfocused. The momentum carried Dash forward to, and if it weren't for the post on one side, and Dash's body on the other, she was sure the punch-drunk purple-haired mare would have hit the ground after that blow.

She hadn't, but while their bodies were together and her opponent was stunned, Dashie might as well take advantage of the situation. She leaned in closer, cheek to cheek, their tank tops soaked through so they looked like they were wearing nothing at all.

"An officer shouldn't be fraternizing with her subordinates~" Dashie grinned, whispering softly in Scoots's ear, "But there's no rule against lessons in unconventional warfare~" She teased as she hooked her thumbs into Scoots's trunks, "So on that note I'll j-AAHHHHH~!"

The pain from her cunt blossomed out again, as this time a knee had been driven directly up into her sensitive lower lips. And in a situation like this, this far into their erotically driven fight, 'Sensitive' was certainly the word for it. Her clit was engorged, and now it was crushed back to her body, she cried out as she sunk to her knees, her arms going down as well and in doing so, yanking Scootaloo's trunks all the way off, placing her face to face with Scoots's pussy, without an inch of fabric to keep that particular military secret classified.

Scootaloo had always had low wing power. But in order to live up to Dash's example, she'd HAD to join the Wonderbolts. It wasn't supposed to be possible, or at least nobody would have thought it was, but Scoots had made the effort, and she'd been able to fly as fast as any other mare by picking up a running start, and using her powerful legs to kick off the slightest hint of condensation that might become a cloud, giving her the weakest wings, but strongest legs, of any wonderbolt. This was something that, ideally, Dash would have kept in mind in the match, but she was so hypnotized by the beauty of Scoots's dripping gash that she didn't even notice the mare pulling her leg back, until she felt the knee impact her jaw, sending her sprawling out onto her back, wings flat on the floor, and arms spread out like an extra pair, staring up at the ceiling as Scootaloo, subject to a rare instance of own-goal pantsing, stumbled forward until she could kick the tight trunks that kept her legs together away, and stand tall, looking down at Rainbow Dash... And Rainbow Dash looking up at the recruit's tight young pussy.

She lay on her back, as, smiling, Scoots began to count. She didn't pay much attention to it too much, hey, she said she wasn't gonna stare at the lights, right? Well she wasn't staring at the lights, even if feminine juices gave a bit of a shine to the sight, so that would mean she wasn't TECHNICALLY breaking her policy. Just bending it a bit, and as eager as she was right now, Dash wasn't in the mood to skip out on doing anything 'bendy' with Scoots.

"Five... Six... Seven..." Scoots suddenly stopped, and Dash looked up in her eyes, a goofy smile plastered across her face.

"Uh, Dash? Why aren't you getting up?"

Dash giggled, "Just admiring the view."

"I'll give you a closer look after I beat ya!" Scootaloo answered eagerly.

'Beat me?' A voice in the back of Dash's head objected, 'Hey, hold on, NOBODY beats me!'

Good point. Hot recruit or no, she still had her pride. Plus, what would Celestia say about her fraternizing with a probie? Well, okay, probably not much since she held regular orgies with the whole team and 'princess' outranked all of them, but it was the principal of the thing!

"Better idea..." Dash answered, "I'll take that look now!"

She beat her wings on the ground for extra help in getting up, and practically dived forward and headbutted Scoots's cunt, making the orange mare cry out! A glove was bad enough, but she was taking a full-blown Wonderbolt-speed pony headbutt to the cunt! Scoots yelled, and her eyes rolled back... But Dash didn't pull back, instead reaching around Scoots's body to hold her still and bring her up in the air, her thick oral muscle dancing across Scoots's pussy so fast she began to wonder if you could make a sonic rainboom with your tongue.

And Scoots was WET, too. Wet and, quite clearly, close. She didn't even get an attempt at a coherent vocal response out, and all Dash could hear was a loud

"Fuck... Fuck... FUUUUUUUUUUCK~!" As two seconds after the oral assault began, she felt Scootaloo gush on her face, female juices splashing out, and the thighs that were wrapped around her head suddenly stiffening, every muscle in Scoots's body tensing.

EVERY muscle.

Including the thighs.

Oh.

Whoops.

She realized her mistake. She'd just brought scootaloo to orgasm mid-air, with the cute girl sitting on her shoulders, legs pressed to her head, and now the strongest thighs in equestria not belonging to a professional applebucker were tensed and squeezed tight around Dash's head as she quaked in orgasm. And good as it felt to pleasure someone like that, there was another word for the situation one is in when there's a pair of powerful thighs pushed against their head and crushing close.

Headscissors.

Dash had, effectively, forced Scootaloo to give her the tightest headscissors any Equestrian could experience. And with that cunt gushing juices out, she wouldn't even be able to take a deep breath. She shuddered, spluttering out and fighting for a breath, but it wouldn't come, and the pressure just grew. That cunt grew hotter, wetter, and the hold tighter, and Dash felt her beautiful sky-blue face turning purple from the strain. Stars as bright as Luna's moon flashed in front of her eyes, and she slowly faded out.

She awoke in her bunk. She'd gotten used to the bunks as a regular bolt, and had had one of the double-deckers moved into her room once she'd reached officer status, when she'd found the double bed officers were given for their private quarters a little too large and fluffy. She looked to her side, hoping to see the orange pony curled up to her, but the room seemed empty, and she gave a heavy sigh, swinging her legs out onto the ground. She must have been drunk or something. She only had vivid dreams like that when she was drunk. Same with sleeping on the bottom, honestly, that only happened if she

"Damn..." She shuddered, then slowly stood up, getting out of bed and taking a step towards her closet, "Just a dream."

"Guess so~" She gasped, and turned around, seeing Scootaloo kneeling on the top bed, grinning at her, "But it must have been pretty realistic for me to still be here!"

Dash grinned up at her. Aha, there she was! So she WAS rooming with her! Excellent! I mean, fraternization, but whatever. She began to laugh...

But her grin quickly turned to a look of annoyance, as she glared up at Scoots.

"HEY!" She objected "I get the top bunk!"

"You sure~?" Scoots answered, and jumped from the bed... Landing not on the ground, but instead launching a tackle at Dashie, sending the mare to her back again. The two nude pegasi pressed close, and Dash felt those strong thighs spread her legs, and that puffy cunt press close to hers. "Wanna fight for it? Looking forward to try a real rutting fight with ya~"

"Not like this!" She objected.

"Why not?"

"Grapevined... And I didn't get off... You'd... Nng... Rut me into submission if we start now!" The blue mare objected.

The mare on top of her laughed, "Good point..." She smirked, "Not a reason for me to stop, but... Good point." She giggled, and pressed their bodies closer, her tits squishing Dashie's, "Don't worry, Dash, I know you don't look at the lights for anyone." She licked her lips, "So just look into my eyes... And let go~"

With that, the younger woman began pumping her hips heavily against Dash's, cunts clashing, and making the blue pegasus moan, back arching as she looked up at the younger Bolt taking her. Her legs spread by what now felt like the strongest pair of thighs in Equestria, she groaned as she looked into those purple eyes and felt the other mare just rut her into the ground.

She might call it a contest, but this was hardly a fair fight. Then again, like they say, all's fair in love and war.

And Dash DEFINITELY knew which one this was.