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25. My muse will be your muse’s work out buddy for a day.

"Alright. So, who am I working out with?"

"That’d be me." The firey-haired woman replied, grinning all the while. "Figured we’d get a few reps in, see what you’re all about." Spitfire approached with a calm stride, smoothing out her ragged tank top. "Fleet might show up a bit later. Right now, it’s just us."

"Just you and me, eh Cap? Good So, what you have planned for us first?" Dash’d grin, attempting to keep her tone level, and to keep the bounce out of her step as she rose to her feet, running shorts and tank top in her typical sky blue as she looked up at the taller woman. "For the time being I’m all yours."

"Good. My goal is to get you ragged by the end of our little session." The captain chuckled, taking another step towards Dash. "First off, let’s get some weights out of the way. Then some cardio." She motioned for the younger woman to follow her. "Pick what your best at, and show me what you’ve got."

"You got it, Cap." She’d follow at a distance, partly to try and keep the other from seeing her less than successful concealment of her excitement, and partly for the obvious excuse to watch her walk.

What? What?

Well, it wasn’t like Spitfire didn’t have a fantastic bottom. And it wasn’t like she was trying to hide it with her yoga pants. She stopped after a moment, standing between several weight machines. She sat on one of the benches. “Take your pick, hot shot. Show me what you can do.”

"You gonna spot for me?" She'd make her way over to the leg press machine, eyeing the weight already on it appraisingly before adding another twenty-five pounds worth.

“Straight race. Nothin’ else.”

"Sounds like a plan. See you then, Dash."

“Actually, I’m very swift. Swiftest girl ‘round this place actually.”

"Yeah, maybe. Except for the fact that I’m around. But hey, second best isn’t too bad, I guess."

“Haha, how about no? Good luck trying to beat me and my records.”

"Name a time, and a place. I’ll make you eat your words. And my dust. But hey, if you’re good, at least you’ll have a hell of a view, with my choice ass in your way."

“Pfft, please. You’ll be the one eating

my dust. But…. how about he park across the street, 7 pm, tomorrow?”

"You got it. Just a straight race? Or we making this interesting?"

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25. My muse will be your muse’s work out buddy for a day.

"Alright. So, who am I working out with?"

"That’d be me." The firey-haired woman replied, grinning all the while. "Figured we’d get a few reps in, see what you’re all about." Spitfire approached with a calm stride, smoothing out her ragged tank top. "Fleet might show up a bit later. Right now, it’s just us."

"Just you and me, eh Cap? Good So, what you have planned for us first?" Dash’d grin, attempting to keep her tone level, and to keep the bounce out of her step as she rose to her feet, running shorts and tank top in her typical sky blue as she looked up at the taller woman. "For the time being I’m all yours."

"Good. My goal is to get you ragged by the end of our little session." The captain chuckled, taking another step towards Dash. "First off, let’s get some weights out of the way. Then some cardio." She motioned for the younger woman to follow her. "Pick what your best at, and show me what you’ve got."

"You got it, Cap." She'd follow at a distance, partly to try and keep the other from seeing her less than successful concealment of her excitement, and partly for the obvious excuse to watch her walk.

What? What?

"Try again, pointdexter. I know you’ve got to have read some choice insults in that library of yours."

faithful-student

"Well, I wasn’t exactly trying to insult you Rainbow Dash. I just spewed out the first thing that came to mind." She giggled before continuing. "If you actually want me to insult you though, I could talk about how you’re just as big of an egghead as I am, seeing as though you love the Daring-Do series, among other things."

#in which rainbow dash goodnaturedly attempts to lead Twilight into bad behavior

"Yeah, nice try, Twi. Except there's a pretty big difference between, say, Daring Do and, oh, I dunno, Marelin's Mystical Manual of Mysterious Mathematics. Come on, I know you can do better than that."

faithful student replied to your post: Mally, out.

((But being social is boring!))

(But what about the magic of friendship?!)

#faithful student

Holy shit... is it you? Like, really you?

"If by me, you mean Rainbow Dash? Then yeah. That’s me.

"Sup, chica? Cool shades."

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"One thing I love about you Striders…" She’d grin, lazily draping her arms over Demi’s shoulders, looking up into her eyes. "Even less subtle than me. So, like the thought of tasting the rainbow, huh?"

"Tasting? Oh no." She cooed back, now no longer too flustered to act. She picked Rainbow up… by her ass cheeks. She pushed the vibrant haired girl against the wall and whispered lustily. "I want to devour it.” and she pushed her lips to Dash’s at last.

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This was a new sensation. Despite her small size, it was rare that people did the sensible thing and picked her up, usually intimidated by her sheer awesomeness and force of will to even consider such a thing. So Dash was momentarily at a loss, taking a moment to react to the kiss, purring as her brain soon turned back on and she’d run her fingers through Demi’s silky blonde locks, moving to match the intensity of that kiss as she nipped and licked at the other woman’s lips, attempting to reclaim her earlier control.

Oh but Dash would soon discover that Demi was no pushover. She would fight for control, whether she was with a man or a woman.

As much as she’s fantasized about fucking Dash, she would not just roll over and take it. Oh no. She wanted there to be some hot passion going on here. Their tongues writhed against one another, Demi’s fingerless glove covered hand squeezed Dash’s choice rump, offering a small moan as she liked what she felt.

Dash'd lock her ankles behind the small of Demi's back, purring as she pressed in tight against the other woman, breaking the kiss and moving to nip and kiss at her neck and jaw, fingers roaming through her hair as she allowed the other to support her full weight, such that it was.

Idle curiosity: In your armor, is that a cleavage window? Or some sort of booblight, a la Zero or Tony Stark?

"Oh this? Yeah, that’s an open patch that shows off my cleavage. It’s also where the zipper is on my suit."

"Lemme guess. Sensitive neck, too?" She’d grin, nuzzling into Rock’s neck, one hand reaching up to her helmet, slowly working it off as she nuzzled and kissed at that slender neck.

"No one’s done that before…" She told her as she relaxed against Dash, practically going limp in her grasp.

"Really? No one has bothered paying attention to your neck?" She’d pull the helmet off carefully, brushing her fingers through that long purple hair, helping to shake it out once the confining headwear was taken away. Her lips would travel along Rock’s neck, over her throat and up to her chin, playful kisses and teasing nips against sensitive skin.

She tilted her head back, letting dash kiss and nip at her neck. Her teeth felt oddly good against her synthetic skin, seeing as how the bites weren’t rough.

Her fingers would caress through that soft purple hair, stroking at Rock's scalp as she pressed in close, a loose embrace as she continued working over her bare neck, pierced tongue teasing over every bit of nibbled flesh after."Lemme guess, people just go straight for the tits and the goods, eh?"

"HEY DASHIE! How are you?" The pink haired girl smiles brightly as she hugs her best friend tightly.

"Oh, hey there, Pinks. How’s it goin’?" Dash would manage to squeeze out, hands going to Pinkie’s arms as she attempted to extricate herself from yet another infamolusly ribcracking hug.

"I really shouldn’t have told that I had feelings for you. Do you think that I am pretty, Dashie?" She clamps her mouth as she realized what she had just said. "I’m sorry, it’s just you know that the hunger makes me say questions that I keep hidden!"

"Of course you are, Pinks. Just cause I’m not lookin’ to date you, doesn’t mean you aren’t damn fine."

"You really think that I’m beautiful, even though, I’m kinda heavy?’ She smiles brightly as giggles softly.

"You seem to think being heavy matters one way or the other. I mean, I’m short, but I’m still damn good lookin’."

"I know that but still… Do you think our food is ever going to get here?" She just smiles at the sight of her best friend.

"You mean that food on its way? That they’re sending three people to bring it out? Yeah, I think it might be here soon." She’d smirk, pointing over her shoulder at the group carrying loaded trays of food.

"Oh thank you holy deity! I think we have been here for a while, Dashie." She starts laughing softly as she waits for the food to arrive at their table. "So do you think Gilda still hates me?" She frowns as she mentions her name.

"Eh. Probably. She's kind of a bitch when it comes to first impressions." She'd shrug, leaning back and lacing her fingers behind her head, watching as trays of food were loaded onto their table.

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25. My muse will be your muse’s work out buddy for a day.

"Alright. So, who am I working out with?"

"That’d be me." The firey-haired woman replied, grinning all the while. "Figured we’d get a few reps in, see what you’re all about." Spitfire approached with a calm stride, smoothing out her ragged tank top. "Fleet might show up a bit later. Right now, it’s just us."

"Just you and me, eh Cap? Good So, what you have planned for us first?" Dash'd grin, attempting to keep her tone level, and to keep the bounce out of her step as she rose to her feet, running shorts and tank top in her typical sky blue as she looked up at the taller woman. "For the time being I'm all yours."

Mally, out.

Like if I owe. I'll be back... well, at the latest Tuesday night. Time to go be social and shit

stephaniepepper

girl soldier is pulled in a pond by horny mermaids

uuhh this description sounds like a porno ahahah

drew this while i was waiting for food :0~~

str4b3rryb1tch

i need more of this

Idle curiosity: In your armor, is that a cleavage window? Or some sort of booblight, a la Zero or Tony Stark?

"Oh this? Yeah, that’s an open patch that shows off my cleavage. It’s also where the zipper is on my suit."

"Lemme guess. Sensitive neck, too?" She’d grin, nuzzling into Rock’s neck, one hand reaching up to her helmet, slowly working it off as she nuzzled and kissed at that slender neck.

"No one’s done that before…" She told her as she relaxed against Dash, practically going limp in her grasp.

"Really? No one has bothered paying attention to your neck?" She'd pull the helmet off carefully, brushing her fingers through that long purple hair, helping to shake it out once the confining headwear was taken away. Her lips would travel along Rock's neck, over her throat and up to her chin, playful kisses and teasing nips against sensitive skin.

#radicalevotion

Idle curiosity: In your armor, is that a cleavage window? Or some sort of booblight, a la Zero or Tony Stark?

"Oh this? Yeah, that’s an open patch that shows off my cleavage. It’s also where the zipper is on my suit."

"Good. We’ll take turns."

She’d smirk, leaning in and nipping lightly at Rock’s neck, amusement obvious in her tone. “But I think I’ll probably get you off a few times without it first.”

Before she could say anything, she felt Dash nip lightly at her neck. A faint blush before a content sigh.