Just a Kiss and a Dash to Taste

There’s something special about Saturday. For children, it’s the first full day of the weekend, and the same for some adults. Others take half days, and some work the whole day through, but there remains a palpable atmosphere that can separate it from the rest of the week, should one desire to do so. Even still, this Saturday in particular seems particularly distinct.

Contrary to what one might think, Rainbow Dash is an early riser; she has to be in order to get in her morning routine before school. On most days she’s up with the sun so that she can finish her run, eat a filling breakfast, and log some time at Canterlot High School’s gym before classes begin. The weekends follow a similar pattern, but as today is a special day, the teen is up earlier than usual. That should be expected, considering her plans for the night.

“I can’t believe they’re actually here!” Rainbow squeals, clutching her hands to her chest and rolling about on her bed. Her cotton underwear strains somewhat at the unnatural movement, a generous swath of well-muscled cheek peeking out from the bottom of her panties. To her credit, the teen ignores the increasingly snug fabric for the most part, save for a few unconscious, but quite lewd, bucks of her hips against it; her already puffy lower lips gaining a bit more prominence as the fabric presses more firmly into her mons. Instead, she rolls onto her belly and begins kicking her feet in the air, a delighted hum on her lips.

“Tonight is going to be awesome,” she says softly, letting her eyes roam across the two tickets in her hands again. A meet and greet with international sensations: the Wonderbolts! Known across the world for their daredevil antics and quirky team dynamics, the group has traveled the globe in search of seemingly impossible physical challenges, extreme adventures, terrifying thrills, and, in the case of a few members, really good food.

The hows and whys regarding the group’s operation are of little concern to Rainbow, just as they were well before the plan girl was transformed into a bimbo bombshell. But her love for the group is the same as it ever was. Perhaps even moreso now that she’s fully embraced how absolutely delicious she finds some of the team. Not to mention those fetishy skintight suits they break out from time to time.

Dash laughs a little as she catches herself drooling, dragging her thumb along the side of her mouth. In any case, after tonight it’s not going to matter. She’s going to meet a whole gaggle of internationally known hotties and absolutely blow their minds! In more ways than one, if she’s lucky.

“And I’ve still got a spare ticket to figure out what to do with,” Dash smiles, resuming her rolling as her panties continue to wedge themselves deeper in between her butt-cheeks. After a few moments, Rainbow reaches back, picking at the hem for a moment before, with a grin, she grips the fabric tightly and pulls it taut. Her grin turns to a pleasured grimace as her eyes flutter, nipples hardening against her cotton camisole as her hips twerk at the momentary pleasure.

When her eyes roll back around, a measure of clarity has returned to them. Reaching for her phone, the sporty slut checks the time before firing off a message to the only one of her friends she knows might be awake before dawn. It reads, in Rainbow’s usual quick, straightforward manner, “u up”.

After a few passes of her thumb over the ticket, her phone pings in response. The reply isn’t exactly articulate either the, “y” being somewhat confusing as either an affirmative statement or a question. But honestly, it doesn’t matter; the important thing is that she responded and so Dash holds the mobile to her ear, listening to it as it rings.

It takes two rounds of being informed that the voicemail has not been activated before a rather raspy, heavily accented voice picks up. “Consarnit Rainbow; can’t you just text like a normal sex-starved slut?”

“Because you can ignore my texts, but not my phone calls,” the excited teen says with a smirk. “Besides, I’ve got big news.”

“Wussat?” AJ responds, the note of distress obvious as her voice trails off. Rainbow bounces on her bed, unable to wipe away the smile that’s been etched onto her face since she woke up.

“I got them last night in the mail.”

“Got what, Sugar Cube?”

“Tickets to the Wonderbolt meet and greet, duh!”

“Oh.” For the first time that morning, Rainbow’s forehead creases at her friend’s rather flat response. She struggles to process how it is that Applejack isn’t as excited as she is, but can’t seem to wrap her head around it. Thankfully, AJ takes the silence as a chance to continue and says, in an equally unconvincing tone, “That, uh, that’s great?”

“You know it is!” Rainbow’s voice cracks a little as she responds, the teen completely missing her friend’s clueless tone. “They’re going to be doing a few shows around here and some filming for the website too; but this is one of the rare opportunities to spend time with them away from all that!”

Applejack makes a modest, surprised sound that could easily be confused for a yawn. In fact, it is a yawn, but that fact is lost on the excited girl. “Well, that’s pretty neat Rainbow, but why’re you calling me at five in the morning to tell me about it?”

“Uh, duh, because I’ve got two tickets and need a buddy!”

“Hm, and I’m the only one you’ve got?”

Yes.

“No. I just figured I might give you first dibs, y’know, because we’re such good friends.”

“…I’m going back to bed.”

“No wait!” Rainbow squeals, perhaps a bit too loudly. Holding her breath for a moment, she strains her ears to hear the sound of anyone else moving in the house. When she’s satisfied that everyone is still mostly asleep, she speaks again, her voice a hushed whisper. “Look, we are friends, but I’ve got a little something more in mind, and I could really use some extra muscle to make it happen.”

There’s a lengthy silence before AJ grunts, “All right, what’s going on in that slow-cooker of yours?”

Rainbow grins, sitting up cross-legged on her bed. “Okay so, tonight is a meet and greet, like I said; but there are a whole lot of rumors that get around about these parties. I mean the Wonderbolt regulars are all pretty young, unattached, good-looking and-”

“I get the picture,” the voice on the other end sighs. “So what, you want to get railed by a celebrity?”

“Not just any celebrity, I want to go down on Soarin’; the guy who’s been in the top twenty-five in almost every single male-celebrity ranking for the past five years!” There’s a pause, long enough for Applejack to huff in modest approval. But before she can chime in, Rainbow quickly adds, “And it’s not just getting railed by him. I want him to be my target.”

Another pause, and then, “Your target? You mean for Twilight’s little request?”

“Uh, yeah,” Rainbow giggles. “I mean, you’ve already taken the time to turn your brother into a super stud, right?”

“No, not right and I don’t have much of a desire to do that to him or any of my kin neither,” Applejack responds, quite firmly. “Shoot, I don’t even know if I want to use this magic again; it’s already caused us a whole mess of trouble with the Principals.”

Buzzing her lips, Rainbow rolls her eyes, easily imagining her friend getting riled up. “Okay, fine, even though we all said that we would…”

Applejack huffs a few times on the other end of the line before finally giving up and sighing. “I suppose you’re right about that; darn it I just got caught up in the moment. I’ll figure out what I want to do tomorrow.”

“You might not need tomorrow if you come with me tonight,” Dash says, grinning as the bait is set. And, sure enough, AJ bites.

“You think so?”

“I do. We can both get a guy all studded up, or maybe you can get a girl. That’d be really hot to watch someone like Fleetfoot or Misty Fly try to squeeze into those performance suits.”

“I’ll decide who I use it on,” Applejack declares.

Rainbow’s head bobbles in response. “Of course; I’d never force you to do anything like that! But it would still be nice to have you backing me up as I blow Soarin up to the top five, worldwide!”

“Well, I suppose. It’d be nice to spend some time away from the house and- Oh consarnit!” Rainbow goes rigid as her friend begins to curse. There’s a dull thud on the other end of the line and a furious rustling.

“AJ? AJ, hello?” Dash asks a few more times before the rattling comes again; AJ’s hurried breathing indicating something being out of place.

“I’m sorry Rainbow, but I took a look outside and it seems like we had ourselves a midnight visitor at the henhouse. I don’t think I’ll be able to make it to your Wonderbolt thing today; gotta go, bye!”

“Hey, hold on!” the once excited girl snaps, even as the line goes dead. Staring at her phone for a moment, she flips it onto the mattress, and then immediately follows suit.

The pleasant sensation of her breasts squishing up into her chest does little to alleviate the young woman’s frustrations, but after a few quick and breathless tugs on her snuggly wedged panties and a muted, gasping orgasm, the day is looking a little brighter. After all, the sun hasn’t even risen yet, and there’s plenty of time to find a second.

And if she doesn’t? Well, she’s still got her ticket, so maybe she can scalp it! With those thoughts on her mind, Rainbow checks out her window again and, satisfied with the light of the sky, finally starts her day.

Like most of the increasing number of bimbos in and around CHS, Rainbow has a natural predilection towards wearing as little as possible as often as she can manage. But a morning run just won’t allow for that and so, with a fair bit of reluctance, Dash dons a rather snug sports bra and pulls a belly-baring tank top over it. After grabbing a pair of too-short boyshorts from her ‘still-clean’ pile of underwear, making sure to wedge them just high enough to show off the lower slope of her cheeks, the sporty slut squirms into her running shorts before admiring herself in the mirror.

“Maybe I should just show up like this?” Dash asks her reflection, turning profile and stretching out one of her legs as her hands cup the back of her head. “Wouldn’t that be hot, just to stalk right up to Soarin, grab his crotch, and pull him off to some secluded space? Or maybe just blow him right there on the spot and get kicked out.”

Even as the rather amusing image lingers in her head, Rainbow still finds herself licking her lips like a ravenous beast. The very thought of getting close enough to Soarin and entice him on her own sends a thrill through the young woman’s entire body. Sure, she could take a more roundabout approach like most of her friends had when they were exposed to the magic, but she’d always been an upfront sort. The fact that she changed Pinkie with a kiss to the collarbone all but confirmed that; so why mess with a good thing? Besides, the thought of feeling Soarin’s skin against her lips is enough to make her cunny tighten in a wonderful way.

“I’m going to turn him into the hottest stud anybody’s ever seen,” she mutters to herself, reaching over onto one of the clear spaces in her room and picking up a tube of lipstick. As might be expected, Dash’s own obsession with touch and kissing has lent it a unique quality all its own and so, as she slides it over and across her lips, a veritable rainbow of colors is left in its wake. Convenient in that it matches her hair, but also because she only needs one tube instead of half a dozen. A pink shimmer dances across the girl’s colored lips, either unnoticed or deemed unimportant by the girl as she inspects her handiwork with a smirk.

Tonight, Soarin would be hers; it’s practically a done deal! Grinning wide, she blows a kiss to her reflection, assuring the mirrored girl, “By the time I’m done, he’s going to be smuggling a rainbow-stained meat-stick down to his knee.”

The thrilling thought spurs her onward, quickly stuffing a slutty-but-socially-acceptable change of clothes in her gym bag, along with the tickets, lipstick, phone, wallet and a towel. And then she’s off; another long morning run by her lonesome with one singular destination in mind.

Canterlot High.

===

The trip to campus is fairly uneventful; aside from a few honks that Rainbow figures were well deserved. Her favorite was on account of the near accident she caused by bending over to stretch out her glorious glutes at a three-way stop intersection. With the sun approaching midmorning and traffic picking up, moving onto the next stage of her morning routine is a given.

CHS has always had an accommodating staff even before things began to change. There is of course an argument to be made that some members of the staff are even more accommodating now than before, but that’s neither here nor there, considering the area surrounding the gym has been largely undisturbed by events unfolding in the school proper. And so, like every Saturday, the gym is open until the early afternoon for students who want to use it.

As Rainbow enters the space, she can hear the faint scuffling of feet against the floorboards, accompanied by the heavy, rhythmic pounding of a ball. She smiles, knowing full well that the basketball court will likely be in use for most of the morning. That doesn’t really concern her, but it’s nice to see that others are making use of the time they have.

Taking a few short moments to stretch out in the hall, Rainbow listens for the sounds of anyone else in the building. There’s the quiet rustling of papers in the office, probably from whichever coach is in charge of keeping an eye on the gym today, and the pick-up game in the gym, but other than that, things are relatively quiet. Save for the steady grunt and thud coming from her destination.

Feeling loose once again, the slutty speedster struts down the hall to the weight room. There’s an ominous clang of metal against metal on the other side, and an accompanying roar of, “YEAH!” that shakes the door in its hinges. Rainbow laughs, pushing her way inside and smirking at the sole occupant.

“Hey Bulk, hitting the irons a little hard today, huh?”

“YE-” the hulk of a man sitting on the bench begins to grunt before catching sight of Dash and falling silent. His thick neck bulges with a visible gulp, an anxious chuckle escaping his lips as he tries not to stare at the running shorts still sticking tightly to her sweat-slicked thighs.

Well aware of her position in the situation, Rainbow moves over to a neighboring bench and begins to plate her weights. With the wind mostly out of his sails, Bulk Biceps goes back to grunting out another set, though casting a wary glance towards his companion. The stares become more purposeful as Rainbow lies down on the bench and begins her own set.

By the time she’s finishing her first, Bulk is outright staring. Not that Rainbow can blame him, the way the cold bar is pressing into her breasts is making her nip out like crazy, and even she could stand to watch all that pliable flesh bunch up and spread out under the weight of the bar all day long. But as she racks the bar, she turns towards her observer with a sly smirk. Bulk goes rigid, and then colors as makes a kissing motion with her lips.

“Uh, later, Dash,” he grunts, hopping up from his bench and hurrying for the door. While she can’t say for certain, Rainbow thinks she sees him covering his crotch with his hand. That gets another laugh out of the tiny tart as she sits up and stretches her arms over her head.

“What a shame,” she sighs, wetting her lips, “if he’d stuck around, he could see me do my squats.”

Rainbow Dash has always been known as something of a local superstar when it comes to athletics, and so of course she trains to live up to that expectation. But lately, especially after becoming something of a walking wet dream, it hasn’t been enough to just be in shape. No, Dash is quickly becoming a fitness freak; emphasis on the freak.

It’s not just watching her chest compress with each press of the bar, or admiring her legs when she squats; the entire process of working out really gets her motor running. Even just being in the weight room, surrounded by the smell of sweat and labor is enough to make her rub her thighs together in excitement.

“Okay, that should do it,” Rainbow mutters to herself after half a dozen rotations. “No need to get too excited after all, I want to make sure Soarin gets the full brunt of my needy kisses after all.”

But as she’s toweling off her face, an audible gasp catches her attention. Pulling the cloth away, Dash raises an eyebrow at the two girls gaping at her. Two nearly identical girls: same short hair, same underdeveloped body type, heck, even their gym clothes are almost identical. If it weren’t for the differences in their hair color and the trim of their clothes, Rainbow might have believed she was looking at a reflection. Without a single clue as to who they might be, she puts on her best smile and lifts a few fingers in greeting, “Hey you two.”

That’s apparently good enough, as the girls suddenly start babbling almost incoherently, both at her and to each other. It ends in short order, with the pair grabbing each others arms and bouncing up and down a few times before fixing Rainbow with a pair of big smiles.

“Omigosh, Rainbow Dash,” the first, the girl with an almost minty-quality to her hair, says with a squeal.

“I can’t believe it, Rainbow Dash is right here, in front of us!” her companion replies in a similar manner.

The response brings a genuine smile to Dash’s lips as she leans forward and raises an eyebrow. “Oh, so you two are fans?” Their heads bounce up and down like a child’s toy. “Well, it’s always nice to meet someone who appreciates what I bring to CHS. What’re your names?”

“I’m Lilac Sky,” the first girl chirps.

“And I’m Spring Step!” her red-haired companion says with another bob of her head. Rainbow looks them over for a moment, pursing her lips and glancing between them.

“You two look pretty similar. Twins?” From the way their eyes light up, the answer is either yes, or the girls are so star struck that they’d believe anything Rainbow said as fact.

But, sure enough, “We are!” they exclaim in that slightly creepy way that twins do when they say the same thing at the same time.

It’s not unusual for her to meet fans; Rainbow is a monumental presence for the athletic department at CHS. But usually they’re cheering her on from the stands or congratulating her in the hallway, not staring at her with such raw adoration. Even though it is a little awkward, Rainbow’s ego isn’t about to let the situation slip. So, with a smirk, she throws her towel around her neck and leans forward. “What brings you two out to the gym on a Saturday?”

Lilac looks hesitant, but Spring is quick to bounce in and respond. “We were just looking to build up some strength before the fall championships get going.”

Crossing her arms under her chest, Rainbow raises an eyebrow and frowns. She also takes note that both girls’ eyes go straight to her still stiff nipples, which sends a wonderful little shiver down her spine. Clearing her throat, and trying not to look too pleased at being the center of attention, Rainbow asks, “Strength for the championships, huh? Well, I work pretty closely with most of the girls teams and I don’t think that I’ve seen you two around at all.”

“We’re cheerleaders!” Lilac blurts out, immediately clapping a hand over her mouth before stammering, “I mean we want to be cheerleaders but…”

“But it’s a real challenge to get onto the A-Squad,” Spring scowls, flicking a bit of her reddish hair out of her face. “We missed getting picked for the performance squad, so we’ve been trying to do some strength training and become more valuable to the other girls.”

Lilac frowns, crossing her hands in front of her waist. “Even still, it seems like a huge hurdle to get over. We,” she pauses, looking to Spring, who gives a firm nod before looking back at Dash and continuing, “we aren’t exactly experts at weight training. It’s a little frustrating, because we really want to be there to cheer on our athletes and get the students of CHS excited to be watching them play.”

Rainbow closes her eyes, listening as the girls finish their statements, slowly nodding a few times. “Cheering is a really important part of the game. Not as important as what’s happening on the field,” she says with a knowing smirk, “but they’re a big piece of what makes the atmosphere so great. I can appreciate wanting to be in the middle of that.”

“So,” she declares, slapping her thigh and causing the girls to jump, “I’ve decided I’m going to give you some pointers, okay? By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be on track to become the core of the cheer squad!”

Two pairs of eyes widen, and both girls’ mouths drop as a squeal escapes their lips; quiet at first, but quickly growing in volume until they’re bouncing up and down again, hands clutched tight together. And the incomprehensible babble begins again. Rainbow grins, not doubting herself for a moment. She’s going to teach these girls how to become great.

What had been intended as time to cool down quickly becomes a second workout, as the slutty superstar guides the girls through various stations and routines that they can do to increase both strength and flexibility. To their credit, both Lilac and Spring are eager to learn, and watch with a measured intensity; though Rainbow does note that their eyes aren’t always where they need to be. But the fact that they’re staring at her when her bubbly backside is brushing the ground, or gawking when she flashes a bit of her bra while doing pull ups, is more exciting than anything. Having an audience to watch her work her beautiful body is an entirely different realm of awesome.

And, as people in groups tend to do, the three of them talk. About life, school, teachers that they do and don’t like, all manner of things. So while Spring is struggling to bench a fraction of her body weight, Lilac looks over at Rainbow and frowns. “Rainbow?”

“What’s up, Lilac?” the sporty girl murmurs around a mouthful of water, earning a blush from the light-haired girl.

“Well, I was wondering, how you do it?” Lilac taps her forefinger against her thigh twice before noticing Rainbow’s confused expression. “I mean, you’re one of the best female athletes the school’s ever had. But you’re also-”

Still thoroughly confused as Lilac trails off, Dash tries to encourage her to continue, “Also, what?”

“You’re, also, really hot,” the blue-eyed girl says with a smile. “Like, way too hot to be a regular athlete. You’ve got this poise about you that oozes sex appeal. I just want to know how that happened.”

Unsure if she should be flattered or put off, Rainbow opts for a knowing grin and shrugs. “Well, I am pretty awesome. Okay, that’s good Spring, you can rack it.” The redhead groans, the bar clattering back into place as she huffs and puffs on the bench. Flitting her gaze back to Lilac, Rainbow smiles. “Now it’s your turn.”

The light-haired girl does as she’s told and, like her twin, struggles to make it through the set that Rainbow’s given her. But Dash stays near her the whole while, smiling down at her, and trying to choose the right way to phrase her response. Magic is obviously right out, even though it’s true. Not that the pair wouldn’t believe her; considering the recent events at CHS it would be more surprising if they didn’t. Rather, if they found out, they might want in. And Rainbow really doesn’t want to explain how she got to be the sexed-up superstar she is presently.

“I guess,” Rainbow begins, her words trailing off a little as she watches Lilac straining under the weight of the bar. “I guess I decided I wasn’t going to be just the star athlete; I was going to be the hottest piece of ass on the pitch.”

Lilac’s eyes bulge as the bar descends and she finds herself also wrestling with Dash’s frank statement. Spring bursts out laughing at the sight of her sister struggling, as well as Rainbow’s candor. After catching her breath, the redhead plops down next to the twins’ trainer and grins. “So that’s it? You just decided to be hot and you were?”

“I had some help,” Rainbow admits with an evasive smirk, “but a lot of being hot is all about attitude. If you’ve got it, then everybody knows it and they can’t take their eyes off of you. Okay, rack it Lilac.”

The blue-eyed sister groans, her arms flopping weakly off the edge of the bench, staring up at the bar. Even still, she’s smiling as she says, “Yeah, but I don’t think I’d want to be hot all the time; especially around Coach Windrider.”

Spring makes a disgusted sound as Rainbow looks between the twins. “Wait, what’s wrong with Coach Windrider?”

“Uh, everything?” Spring asks as she rolls her eyes. “When we came in today, he was in the office and he leered at us the entire time when we walked past his door. It was so gross!”

“I can’t believe he’s still on staff here,” Lilac responds and bobs her head in agreement before looking to Rainbow. “You’ve noticed it too, right? I mean, with as often as you’re around the gym, he must stare at you all the time!”

“Oh, is that all? I mean, sure he has a tendency to stare but he’s not that bad; he’s just a bit of a dirty old man,” Rainbow laughs, becoming suddenly aware of that something is wrong with her body. While Coach Windrider may be a little out of her comfort range as far as his age goes, thinking of even the barest response to defend him has caused the tarty teen to feel flushed, short of breath, and an insatiable need to rub her thighs together. And that says nothing of the sudden dampness she feels against her crotch.

But that’s crazy; she doesn’t even think Coach Windrider is that hot! Sure, maybe in his heyday he was a real hunk, but he’s like, fifty now! A well-aged fifty, with all sorts of tricks to make her toes curl but…

That’s when it hits her.

Rainbow’s been in the weight room for the better part of four hours now, and active for a fair amount of that time. Compounding the near ceaseless buzz that physical activity gives her that with the scent of the fresh, girlish sweat the twins are giving off and it’s no wonder that the superstar speedster is feeling randy enough to saddle up and ride her coach!

“Dirty is right,” Spring grunts, crossing her arms over her chest. “He seems like the type who would try to get into girls’ gym lockers when they aren’t around.”

Lilac laughs, “Right, right? He’s so dirty the Wonderbolts had to drop him like a bad habit. I hear he tried to get some candid shots of Spitfire and Fleetfoot undressing!”

“Oh, that sounds like it would be right up his alley!” Spring squeals, grabbing her sister’s hands. “And maybe-”

“O-Okay,” Dash’s voice quivers as she stumbles to her feet. “It seems like you two have everything under control, and I have to get going.”

Both girls freeze, adopting similar hurt looks as they turn their eyes towards the now standing superstar. In one, uncertain voice, they reply, “What?”

“I gotta go; I’ve got some things I need to take care of. If you need anything, just track me down during the week and we can set up another time to check your form and progress.” Rainbow steadies herself, flashing a bit of a smile down at them. “I’m counting on you two to make it onto the A-Squad and cheer me on, after all.”

Feeling her legs threatening to turn to jelly, Rainbow wobbles out of the gym as quickly as possible, leaving behind two very confused girls, and one mesh gym bag.

Hurrying into the locker room, Dash does her best to ignore the stares she gets from the boys playing on the court, and the almost magnetic pull their eyes have on her body. The swinging door creaks loudly as she pushes her way inside, breathlessly panting for air as she falls against the wall for support. The cold bricks sooth her flush, overheated skin, leaving the teen trembling as she struggles to stand upright.

“I may have overdone it; I just wanted to get hot and ready for Soarin, but it feels like I’m about ready to jump any boy I make eye contact with,” Rainbow admits, the quiet bit of self-talk helping her to get a grasp on the situation. The empty locker room swallows her words easily, making her feel a little more comfortable. Working through the process in her head, Dash’s eyes take on a measure of clarity as she nods her head. “Right, if I take a shower, I can burn off some of this energy.”

Rainbow’s undressing is hardly smooth or sophisticated, the tawdry teen kicking her shoes off and tossing her clothes into a pile on a worn out bench before she stumbles into the showers. Like the rest of the locker room, this space is wide open with more than a dozen showerheads sticking out around the perimeter, and two circular ones in the center. Moving to the closet one, Rainbow quickly turns the knob and sighs in relief as lukewarm water begins washing over her.

It rolls down her face and neck, around and over her head-sized breasts, somehow making her already stiff nipples harden even more. And as she’s coated from head to toe in the wet stuff she finds, to her dismay, that while the water’s doing wonders for cleansing her body, it’s doing absolutely nothing to sate the fire inside of her. For five whole minutes she stands under the showerhead, and even goes so far as to turn the cold water up until she can’t stand it anymore. But nothing changes.

“This is so not what I wanted,” Rainbow mutters, pressing her head against the wall and sighing. After a moment of consideration, she turns up the temperature. Before long the water is running hotter than before, enough so that a light layer of condensation is beginning to cover the walls of the shower room as steam billows out from the water. “If that’s the case, I’ll just take a little bit of the edge off, manually.”

With trembling fingers, Rainbow reaches between her thighs and begins to play with herself. A mixture of shame and excitement at doing such a thing in a public place fills her body, encouraging her to both savor the moment, and end it as quickly as possible. So invested in reaching her goal is the slutty superstar, that she doesn’t hear the door as it creaks open.

===

“What was all that about?” Spring asks, fixing her sister with a confused stare.

Lilac sighs, releasing her hands and moving them to either side of her face. “I don’t know, but she didn’t have to charge off like that. I felt like we were really making progress.”

“The only progress you’re interested in making is to second base.”

“S-Spring!”

“What?” the redhead grunts, scuffing her feet against the ground. “Don’t lie; you had to be thinking about grabbing her puppies at least as much as I was. I mean, they’re just so out there and begging to be touched!”

Gulping, Lilac makes a show of rubbing her thumb against her lips and wearing a nervous smile. “Well, maybe a little. But, we still got to spend a lot of time together and she’s just as great as I imagined.”

Spring smiles a little, throwing her arm over her sister’s shoulder. “Yeah, so let’s work hard and show her that we can be there and support her too.”

The two girls nod in agreement and go back to finishing up. At least, that’s the intention before an audible series of chirps catches their attention a few minutes in to their cool-down. Following the sound, the twins catch sight of the bag where it’s coming from. And Spring is on it in an instant.

“Would you look at this; Rainbow Dash forgot her gym bag!” The smile threatens to break her face as she opens the mesh sack and begins rooting about. Frowning, Lilac moves up behind her crouched sister and tries to peer over her shoulder, watching as she dismisses the phone’s alarm and goes back to digging.

“Do you really think we should be doing that? What if she comes back looking for it?”

There’s a momentary pause as Spring’s eyes widen, her smile somehow growing even larger. “Oh, she’s definitely coming back, because look at what’s in here!” Pulling her prize out of the sack, Spring waves two pieces of paper in Lilac’s face. “Look, tickets to the Wonderbolts VIP meet and greet this afternoon!”

“No way!” Lilac shouts, snatching them up. But, sure enough, there they are; two of them. The minty-haired girl’s hands begin to tremble before Spring takes them back. “Do, do you think we should call her?”

“Wouldn’t do much good considering she forgot her phone with everything else,” Spring grumbles, digging through Rainbow’s belongings. As her grin morphs into a smug smile, the red-eyed girl pulls out a crop-top with a rather enormous boob window. “Looks like Rainbow was looking to entice a Wonderbolt or two with those bulging boobs of hers. Oh wow, and this miniskirt? God she’s absolutely unstoppable!”

While her sister continues to work her way to the bottom of the bag, Lilac glances towards the door. “Spring, I really think we ought to go look for Rainbow; what’s it going to look like if she walks in on us with-”

Her words trail off as she turns back to her sister. There, held between Spring’s hands, lies a pair of hip huggers. The redhead has a slightly dreamy expression as she flexes her fingers, making the fabric bounce with a life almost of its own. Bringing a hand to her face, Lilac sighs. “Look, just put everything back and let’s track her down, okay? She can’t have gotten far.”

“Sure,” Spring says, waving the tickets in her sister’s face. “But I’m holding onto these until we find her.”

“Fine, whatever, just be sure that everything is back inside. I’ll check around here, you go around the building, okay?”

As her sister murmurs some sort of agreement and messes with her shirt, Lilac heads out into the gym. Her first response is to go to the office and ask Coach Windrider if he’s seen Rainbow pass by, but the older man is nowhere to be seen. Perhaps that’s just as well, she thinks with a shudder, he might want to hold onto Rainbow’s things and then she’d never get them back. Or worse, get them back soggy.

“Ugh,” Lilac grumbles, moving to the basketball court. The boys there are far more agreeable than Coach Windrider would ever be, and point her in the direction of the locker room. Now feeling quite confident in herself, the blue-eyed girl pushes open the door and smiles at the sound of running water and the visible pile of clothes on the bench. “Well, that was easy. Hey, Rainbow!”

There’s no response aside from the heavy sound of water impacting the floor. Lilac scrunches up her face, calling out again, “Rainbow?” and is rewarded this time by a small, breathless gasp. With her concern for the school’s athletic idol outweighing concerns about decency, Lilac moves towards the shower room. Fingers clinging to the edge of the wall, she peeks around the corner, ready to call out the sporty girl’s name again.

To her credit, Lilac does manage to make a strangled sound that one could say might be ‘Rainbow’, if they really listened closely. But the girl under the showerhead isn’t listening, not even aware of the world around her as she presses her cheek against the wall; gentle groans escaping her lips as she fingers herself towards orgasm.

On the other side, it’s all that the light-haired girl can do to keep her knees from knocking together at the perverse sight in front of her. Lilac’s hand grips the wall tightly, her breath coming in short, helpless gasps as she finds herself unable to look away from the well-muscled, lewdly proportioned body of her idol.

Dash’s thick thighs and calves; once Lilac had thought them perfect for running, but now she sees them in an entirely new light as they strain and struggle to support the standing girl as she fingers herself. Likewise with her beautiful back and abs; a new appreciation for their shape and form is found as water runs down over and around them. Of course her thick backside is always a delight to watch; so firm and smooth and begging to be touched. The same can be said of Rainbow’s breasts as they jiggle caught in between the teen’s body and the wall. But perhaps the most appetizing thing Lilac can see is Rainbow’s face.

Like most of the other tarted up students and staff at CHS, Rainbow can pull off a stunningly slutty appearance with just a few touches of make-up. But there’s very little adorning the bimbo’s face at present except for a thickly applied rainbow of colors along her lips. And as the seconds tick by, Lilac can feel her gaze drawn away from Rainbow’s body, away from her clenched tight eyes, finally coming to rest on the sporty girl’s lips.

For an instant, Lilac considers ducking out. But something catches her eye; a strange bit of pink that disappears when she blinks. Even still, Lilac finds her attention drawn to Rainbow’s lips. The cheerleader-hopeful slides her tongue out to wet her lips once, and then again as thoughts of turning and forgetting the entire scene begin to drift away like the water going down the drain.

I don’t want to leave, she thinks to herself; I want to be in there, with her.

And so, without quite knowing how, Lilac finds the bare sole of her foot touching down on the slick tile floor of the shower room. And its twin joins soon after, the still clothed girl taking small, uncertain steps towards the schlicking slut. The heady mix of steam and girlish arousal tickle at the deepest part of her senses. Not just her nose, but deeper, as though it were filling her entire head with fog and sexual stimulation. And finally, Lilac manages to say the name in her throat again.

“Rainbow…”

===

Rainbow Dash is frustrated. Understandably so since she’s been standing in the shower, trying her hardest to get off for what feels like an age and making absolutely zero progress. She still feels just as far from her O as when she began, but the desire for it is only growing. From the pleasant heat she felt this morning has been born into an all-consuming need. An itch she can’t scratch, no matter how hard she tries.

The answer, her sex addled brain believes, is obvious: She needs to go drag one of the boys on the court back here and have her way with him. Or all of them at the free throw line. Or jump Coach Windrider’s bones and-

“Rainbow…”

The quiet voice snaps her out of her daze and forces Dash’s eyes wide open. It takes a moment for her vision to clear, but by that point the fully dressed Lilac is stumbling close enough to be within arm’s reach. Of course, one of Rainbow’s hands is thoroughly preoccupied in between her legs, which leaves the sporty girl rather disarmed.

In a rare moment of shame, the surprised bimbo brings her free arm up to cover her chest. “Li-Lilac,” Rainbow stammers, trying to ignore her cunny’s crushing tension against her fingers, “what are you-”

And just like that, Lilac reaches out, grabs Rainbow by the shoulders, and takes a small, falling step towards her. Their lips connect, and there’s a sharp pulse from Dash’s pleasure hole. The younger girl clings to her idol, firmly pressing her own kiddy-like kisser against Rainbow’s perfectly plump puckers, and moans.

But what a moan! High, girlish and begging for relief; it’s enough to send chills through Rainbow’s superheated body, making her tremble all the way down to her fingers and toes. Such a moment of coldness spurs the slutty superstar into action, her arms leaving her chest and cunt, instead wrapping firmly around Lilac’s back. The would-be cheerleader makes another sound, far more helpless, and gives herself over to the more aggressive bimbo.

Sandwiched with the wall to her back and the full weight of Rainbow’s breasts pressing against her chest, Lilac is in heaven. The water pours over both of them; completely drenching her gym clothes and making them sit heavy and formless on her relatively plain frame. But Rainbow doesn’t care about that, and so neither does Lilac. If anything, the naked girl’s pawing seems to be insatiable as she gropes her junior’s lower body, Rainbow’s kisses becoming fiercer, hungrier. It’s all the light-haired girl can do to keep up.

While proving herself a quite willing participant on the outside, a small part of Dash is fuming. She can already feel it happening beneath her fingers; Lilac’s somewhat twiggy legs are filling in with a pleasant plumpness, laid overtop a layer of firm muscle. Likewise, her small but cute back end is gradually growing into a thick, twerk-worthy ass. Forget cheerleading, this girl is going to be stuck doing squats for the dance team, to the delight of every single male at CHS. And, admittedly, perhaps more than a few of the regular girls, and all of the super-charged sluts in the building as well, herself included

But this is supposed to be for Soarin, she all but screams at her needy, insatiable body; he’s supposed to end up with rainbow kisses all along an absolutely monstrous dong! But for every kiss she shares with Lilac, Rainbow finds herself caring a little bit less. Soarin wouldn’t be so willingly pliable under her touch, or make such cute, sweet sounds. As if to reassure herself of this fact, Rainbow pulls the light-haired girl’s too snug gym shorts upwards against her crotch. Lilac’s eyes widen and Dash trembles as her tag-along lets loose an orgasm worthy moan.

Soarin can wait until she’s finished with Lilac, the bimbo firmly decides, giving herself fully over to the desire to tease and transform the girl in front of her. Lilac is all too happy to melt into the sloppy kisses Rainbow begins raining on her, the two teens’ tongues touching, tepidly at first, and then with an increasing confidence. For her, this is more than she would have ever dreamed.

Marginally satisfied with Lilac’s bulging backside, Rainbow moves her hands higher, sliding them under the younger girl’s shirt. Like a masseuse coaxing out knotted flesh, the firm touch of Rainbow’s fingers gradually builds up a core more suitable for an athlete instead of the slightly squishy middle Lilac had boasted before. But only just enough, because Dash has bigger things on her mind: tits.

Boobs, knockers, whatever you want to call them, Rainbow loves them. She loves her own, she loves her friends’, and she especially loves Fluttershy’s. Principal Celestia’s too, but she would never tell Twilight that outright. The power to stop traffic with just a turn of the waist, to make boys and girls forget where they’re walking, not to mention how absolutely great they look when smooshed against anything; bench press bars, walls, another girl’s body, it really doesn’t matter. Boobs are great.

And she’s going to make sure that Lilac has enough to spare.

Forcing her junior’s shirt upwards, Rainbow wrestles blindly with the sports bra for a few seconds before finally separating her lips from Lilac’s with an irritated huff. As Dash gives the accursed piece of underwear her full attention, the red-faced and breathless girl in front of her has a brief moment of clarity and frowns.

“Oh no,” the kiss-drunk Lilac slurs, “Spring is gonna be so mad at me.”

“Why is that?” Rainbow hisses, not really caring but forced to listen anyway as her fingers slip off the latch yet again.

“Because I totally made a move on you,” Lilac giggles, her brain feeling about as foggy and misty as the steam filled shower room. Everything seems to be moving slowly, but it all seems so light, airy, and inconsequential at the same time. “She’s gonna be mad.”

“You said that,” the victorious sports-girl grunts, grinning as the confining fabric over Lilac’s chest drops away, hitting the ground at there feet with a wet plop. Bringing her hands up to the light-haired girl’s breasts, Rainbow presses her thumbs against Lilac’s stiff nipples, forcing them into the small mound of flesh and earning a squeal from the younger woman. “But why?”

“We’re twins,” a familiar voice says. The drenched girls turn towards it, catching sight of a quivering Spring. “We, we do everything together.”

“Sis,” Lilac starts, actually managing to sound mildly serious before her sister cuts her off.

“That’s how it’s supposed to be, isn’t it? We said we’d join together, make A-Squad together, work out together,” Spring’s voice trails off as she looks at the ground and then up at her sister. “We’re best when we’re together and-”

And then it’s as though she were seeing her bottom-heavy, bubble-brain of a sister for the first time. Lilac shifts uncomfortably in place, her muscular thighs rubbing together as she tries not to wilt under her sister’s stunned stare. An eternity passes as the red-headed girl tries to process the dynamic differences between her own body and those of her twin’s. Finally, Spring’s lips begin to move again, forming uncertain words, “Lilac, what’s going on?”

“Relax,” Rainbow whispers into her ear. Spring jerks a little, her eyes staring into the warm, but hungry gaze of Canterlot High’s premier athlete who had moved close to her while she was gawking at Lilac. “I told you before that I’d help you become the core of the squad.” Placing a hand on either side of Spring’s cheeks, Dash states, quite clearly, “I’m going to make both of you into the best cheer-sluts CHS has ever seen.”

Spring’s next question catches in her throat as the smeared, multi-colored lipstick decorating Dash’s lips takes on an unnatural pink gloss. In the instant it takes her to gasp for air, Rainbow’s mouth is pressed to hers, her arms wrapping tight around Spring’s body, holding her in place. To her credit, the redhead does put up a struggle, but against the much stronger grip of Dash, she makes little progress. Her attempt to escape is further waylaid by a second pair of water-slicked hands sliding over her middle; the unremarkable girl feeling the foreign but familiar touch of her twin’s hands over her belly.

“We’re gonna do great things together, Sis,” Lilac whispers, nibbling on her sister’s ear, earning a sexual sigh from the still tense Spring. Unlike Lilac’s girlish moans, her sister’s come from somewhere deeper, an eager groaning that does something completely different to Rainbow’s hunger. This is a girl who gets it like she does; who has a competitive streak that isn’t easily sated. Compared to her submissive sister, the prospect of changing Spring excites the athlete in an entirely different way. As the red-headed girl slowly melts into the kiss, Rainbow reaches out and turns on the water over them, continuing the through drenching from where it last left off; plus one partner of course.

The process isn’t nearly as time consuming this time, likely because any thoughts of Soarin have been lifted out from between Rainbow’s ears by the steamy shower room; her victorious prospects long gone and lost down the dark drains decorating the floor. That’s not to say that this isn’t a worthwhile endeavor, because she’s certainly putting her heart and soul into molding Spring’s body to a similar shape as her sister’s. And so the magic responds in kind.

Rainbow’s hands roam across the redhead’s shape, giving form and strength where previously there had been a lack. The smooth slope running between Spring’s back and shoulders falls away as modest muscle gives way to distinct definition. Her arms as well, once appearing to be almost toothpick-frail, begin to take on the appearance of a girl who devotes several hours a week just to the gym.

And then it’s the long way down, smoothing and cinching in Spring’s waist as Rainbow’s hands travel down the sides of her body. Her hips and thighs bulge outward, an assurance of power and stability on the ground while also demanding to be recognized as feminine. Dash even manages to get a hand down the front of her shorts, leaving Spring whimpering as her idol changes her pussy from puny, to puffy before moving onto her backside.

Perhaps it’s because the magic is flowing so easily, or just that Rainbow is simply getting too into the act of changing the helpless girl, but Spring soon finds that her underwear has strained almost to the point of tearing, and her shorts fit like a second skin. Although, it’s not like the breathable fabric is really succeeding in its intended purpose any more, as Spring now has a healthy slope of cheek hanging out from the bottom of her shorts. Far more than her sister, who looks mildly put off by this fact. And that simply won’t do.

 “One of you has my bag?” Rainbow asks, to which Spring nods and points out into the locker room.

“I left it out there, with the rest of your stuff.”

Rainbow nods, stepping out of the shower room and leaving the twins alone. Lilac immediately moves to her sister, her pout marred by a dense layer of smeared rainbow lipstick. “Spring, you’re hogging Rainbow’s attention!”

“It’s not like I’m trying to,” an equally messy-faced Spring responds, “she just, keeps kissing me. Maybe I’m better than you?”

“As if,” Lilac says with a click of her tongue and rolls her eyes. A moment passes between them in silence before the light-haired girl wets her lips with her tongue, giving a hopeful glance to her sister. “But, maybe, we could check. Just to be sure?”

There is still a part of Spring Step’s mind that is still repulsed by the thought of kissing, much less making out with, her sister. That’s just not something that siblings are supposed to do, right? But as Lilac leans in closer, and the heady mix of steam and girl begins to mingle in her nose again, the redhead begins to realize how very small that part of her is. And there is a much, much larger part that argues kissing anyone is fine, but kissing someone you’re really close to is best. So, with only a brief hesitation, Spring meets her sister nearly halfway and their lips touch.

The feeling is electric; similar to what it feels like with Dash, but different at the same time. There’s an unexpected heat that dances between their lips, both girls closing their eyes and completely missing the warm, pink glow of the smeared lipstick decorating their faces. The chaste kiss quickly turns messy and Spring has to admit, as her hand slides down to her sister’s smaller butt, that Lilac is certainly not a bad kisser. In fact she’s quite good, good enough that Spring is quite happy to focus on her lips, and not that their bodies are changing again.

When they finally break apart, the twins giggle and brush their noses together. “You’re really good,” they whisper in tandem, earning another little laugh from both of them. It’s only a moment before Lilac speaks again.

“I don’t know about you, Spring, but my shorts are killing me.”

“Me too,” the red-headed girl nods, “way too tight.”

“Way,” Lilac agrees, her voice trailing off as she smiles and raises an eyebrow. Without another word, Spring moves her hands to her gym shorts and begins the arduous process of shimmying out of them. It should be expected, considering how much butt is poured into the too small garment, but it gives her a special delight to see Lilac struggling just as much with her equally tremendous tush. They are twins after all, it’s only right that they have bodies so readily able to mirror one another; even down to their musculature, or the immodest mound rising up between their thighs. For Spring, for both of them, being different from their partner just feels wrong.

They manage to get as far as kicking their underwear aside when Rainbow comes back, a fresh swath of color decorating her lips. Lilac and Spring both feel their bodies clench in anticipation as Dash steps back into the shower room, licking her lips and letting her eyes roam over their half-naked bodies.

“Well this is a bit of a surprise, I thought for sure there was more work to do,” she says with a smirk. “I guess that means we can move on to the really fun part sooner. Now who should I start with?”

“My bra’s already off,” Lilac quickly chips in with a voice that’s not so much quiet as it is seductive, lifting her top and tossing it onto the tile floor, her small breasts on full display. Taking that as a challenge, Spring immediately starts to wrestle with her sports bra, but finds it a bit more difficult to figure out what to do with the steam clouding her thoughts. With a smug smile, Dash leans in towards the now naked girl, watching out of the corner of her eye as the dark-haired member of the pair begins to panic.

“Tell me something,” Rainbow says, loud enough for both girls to hear her over the continued rain of the water against the tiles. “You’d already be a really great cheerleader, so what else is there?”

“Boobs,” Lilac says, quite simply, but blushing all the same. “Being a cheerleader’s great and all, but I really, really want to be a cheer-slut. And-” she pauses, gulping before continuing, “I need huge boobs if I want to be the biggest and best cheer-slut I can be. I don’t even want to remember being flat.”

Something other than water dribbles down the inside of Rainbow’s thighs at Lilac’s admission. It doesn’t matter if the words are the budding bimbo’s own, or if Rainbow’s magic has so thoroughly wound itself around Lilac that the athlete’s obsession with sweater meat has imprinted on her. All the light-haired girl wants right now is a pair of perfect puppies. Huge ones. And that’s good enough for Rainbow.

As their lips meet again, a rather dejected Spring continues to struggle with her bra. Granted, had she really been trying, she would have gotten it off by now, but it’s a difficult task to perform one handed, especially when the other hand is wedged against her meaty mons, lewdly petting herself to the sight of her sister and Rainbow making out and the wet smacks that result. It’s an act that only intensifies as she watches Lilac’s soaked shirt strain against two of the great powers of the universe. Gravity and boobs.

Bit by bit, Spring watches as the barely modest breasts that mirrored her own begin to grow. It’s slow at first, but as Rainbow continues to have her way with the bare flesh, the swelling begins to pick up its pace. Before long Rainbow Dash is wrestling with a handful, and then an overflowing handful! That’s far larger than any of the other girls on or off the squad, but between smacking lips, Spring can hear her needy sister panting, “More, bigger!” even as her nipples bulge from little nubs to the size of highlighter caps.

What a greedy girl! Baring her teeth a little, Spring grimaces as a little orgasm rumbles through her body. Her sister really meant it when she wanted to be huge. But, wasn’t Lilac always chesty? As the seconds tick by and the light-haired girl’s breasts begin to overwhelm Dash’s small hands ever more, Spring’s own memories of her sister as being anything but huge begin to drift away.

Sure, once upon a time Lilac had been flat, but that was before puberty hit both of them. They’d both filled out well below, but her sister had taken the cake in the boob department. No, it’s hard to call those things on her chest anything but tits. Tremendous tits even! Well past the size of her head, sometimes threatening to block her bellybutton from view if she bounces too hard; big, beautiful, squishable. And utterly enviable.

As the girls finally break away, the bustier of the twins leans back against the wall and struggles for air. She wears a happy, almost dopey smile on her lips as she shamelessly touches herself. Her face, neck, stomach, thighs, between her legs, anywhere that she can manage. But she keeps coming back around to her chest, massaging it and groping it with all the adoration of a long-gone lover. The sometimes violent tugs on her nipples make one thing abundantly clear to Spring; Lilac is completely, unquestionably, obsessed with boobs, even her own.

“And, for you,” Rainbow purrs, moving over to Spring and, going cheek to cheek with the girl, whispers, “Why would you want to be a cheer-slut rather than a cheerleader?”

“Tits,” Spring says without a hint of the shame that her sister had. “I don’t want to remember anything but tits.”

Rainbow giggles, a throaty but girlish sound as she leans in close, nearly brushing her lips against the girl’s but stopping just short. “But that’s not what I asked. Why do you want to be a cheer-slut?”

Furrowing her brow in thought, the red-headed girl eventually responds, “Because, my sister and I, we do everything together and I can’t stand being so different from her.” A pause. “And, I-I want to be envied and lusted after like you!”

“Tall order for a girl who can’t get her bra off,” Rainbow chides gently, not wanting to admit that she had trouble with it as well. “What are we going to do about that?”

“I don’t care,” Spring whines shuffling the soggy shirt off of her body and tossing it to the ground, “I just want my fat, cheer-slut titties. This bra can snap off for all I care, I just have to be huge.”

Rainbow smirks, sliding her hands over the redhead’s sports bra and giving her not-quite flat chest a squeeze. “Now that’s a genuine boob-obsessed, cheer-slut response,” she murmurs. And after that, the only things on Spring’s mind are how great Dash’s lips and tongue feel on her own and the pleasant pressure of Rainbow’s own heavy tits pressing into hers.

The act is almost like the steam surrounding her body, but instead inside her head. Her memories of being underdeveloped since puberty like small, light bubbles; just like her boobs were lacking in both weight and presence, they just drift away into the sky. The concept of being small simply stops being a possibility. Compare that to the brick and mortar memories of having huge, heaving hooters, well, those certainly aren’t going anywhere. Therefore, it must only be right that her tits are just as massive as her sister’s. And, like Lilac, it’s become impossible not to remember the weight of her breasts, the way they hang, sag, bounce, and feel, especially when squished up against her sister’s. And that’s just fine.

Outside of the spaced-out Spring, Dash can’t help but smile. The fattening masses under her fingers are bulging upward like bread; booby-bread! With each swelling second, the girl’s flesh rises higher against the confines of her support, giving her cleavage that has nearly reached her neck by this point. The ominous creaks from the redhead’s bra are growing with increasing frequency, and she can practically hear the stitching getting ready to pop.

The thought that she’s nearly there spurs her onward, the increasingly chapped state of her lips the last thing on Rainbow’s mind. All she wants, all she needs, is for Spring to shred her bra. Then, maybe, finally, she can-

It happens without much warning; a whisper quiet creak, like so many before it, before a tremendous snap causes the front of the bra to give out. And then Rainbow feels it, a sudden shift in gravity as Spring’s once impressive push-up bust spills forward all at once. The weight of a pair of beautiful, bare boobs substantially larger than her own collides into Rainbow’s chest. And the sure footed athlete trembles. Shakes, even.

Her knees nearly knock together as the magic inside of her finally exhausts itself, rewarding her with an orgasm the likes of which she’d never experienced before.

Stars pop behind her eyes. The steam of the shower tastes somehow sweet. It isn’t her body that goes hypersensitive, but her mind, awash in the big-boobed bliss that her two transformed charges are feeling.

It is, quite possibly, the best thing ever.

And so it shouldn’t come as any real surprise, that as Rainbow’s reeling, she fails to notice the pair of soggy slips of paper slide out from Spring Step’s discarded shirt. The gold and blue tickets stay stagnant for a moment before being dragged to a drain by the overwhelming force of the water around them. There they are quite happy to reside before quickly dissolving into bite-sized bits of hopes and dreams.

===

After finally coming around, and subsequently losing her mind over the fact that her tickets are gone for good, Saturday evening finds Rainbow in her room with the twins. Lilac Sky is happily feeling herself up in a barely-legal tube top that now comprises a decent chunk of her wardrobe while Spring Step, despite being dressed in a similar manner, squirms uncomfortably in her miniskirt, occasionally glancing up at her idol. Eventually, the girl with the smallest bust in the room snorts and glares at the redhead.

“Are you ever going to stop sulking? They were just tickets,” Rainbow grumbles as she plays with her phone.

“Yeah, but they were Wonderbolt tickets,” Lilac reminds the two, as though there were a chance that fact would be forgotten.

“I’m sorry Rainbow,” Spring says with a pout. “I really thought they’d be safe there. Between my boobs. But then we all started making out in the shower and grabbing at each other and-”

“I was there; you don’t have to remind me.” As Dash taps her phone screen a few times, she glances around at Spring. “I know you didn’t mean it. It was a mistake not to leave them somewhere safe in the first place.”

That seems to alleviate some of the pressure from the redhead, who, much like her sister, takes a sudden and abrupt interest in groping her chest. Rainbow glances between the twins and smiles a little. “Maybe I overdid it a bit, again.”

Whatever. It’s not like she would have had any magic to spare on Soarin anyway, and there will be other chances to meet the Wonderbolts.

Probably.

In any case, it’s probably best to put a cap on these two, and Dash has just the thing in mind.

“Hey, catch,” she says, tossing a familiar tube of lipstick over to Spring Step. The old Spring might have bobbled it, but between her more athletic, and stacked, body and the rather vacant state of her brain, she reflexive catches it as it bounces off her boob. She is, after all, a born cheer-slut, and such reactions are both natural and necessary. “Go ahead and put that on, then give it to your sister.”

The redhead does as she’s told, but instead of the usual rainbow-color, a warm turquoise-like blue makes itself known on her lips. Likewise for Lilac, except she favors a softer, gentle purple. Rainbow Dash holds back a small snort, biting her lip as she watches a few more changes overtake the girls: a little bit of eyeliner and shadow, two pairs of ridiculously complex-looking lace-up heels on their feet, and a pair of matching lockets around their necks.

With a muffled sigh, she grins. “You two really do everything together, huh?” When the girls give her a confused look, Rainbow rolls her eyes and points a finger between them. “Why don’t you show me something cheer-sluts are really good at?”

The girls are happy to oblige, squishing their bodies together for a girl they’d do almost anything for. As their lips meet, the small imbalances between them shift again, until both girls are practically identical once again. Sure, they’ll have to share the title of biggest tits on the squad, but that’s a small price for being together, right?

Rainbow snaps a quick picture of the pair and fires off a message to Applejack. ‘didn’t get soarin, but I got the BOOBY prize!’

“Ah, she won’t get it,” the athlete grumbles, tossing her phone onto the bed and goes back to watching the two cheer-sluts go at one another. The boob-obsessed, and totally orally-fixated teen watches with a measure of delight as the twins playfully wrestle against one another, their kiss deepening further and quiet moans escaping their lips.

It doesn’t matter if they’re doing it because they’ve come to like it, or if Rainbow’s love of mouth-play is as ingrained in them as their love of boobs. The only thing that matters is that, right now, they couldn’t be happier except maybe if it became a three-way make-out session. It’s not a bad idea, but Rainbow has other things on her mind as she slides a hand down her shorts and begins to jill herself towards another well-deserved orgasm at the sight of the twins. Life is good.

The phone buzzes on the bed, and Rainbow lazily picks it up with her free hand, fully expecting AJ’s straight and boring response. What she sees however, causes her to sit upright and smile.

“And soon things are going to be even more awesome. Hey, get your mitts off one another for a second and help me figure out something really hot to wear next week!”

Tossing her phone on the bed, Rainbow separates the twins an moves over to her closet. On the screen, in a clear, block script reads, ‘will b at chs monday. b ready. –G’