Spitfire had gotten word that Dash had given Soarin a mean frontal wedgie so she decided to punish her for her actions. The next day at training, Spitfire ordered everyone except Dash and Soarin to various training activities.  
“I have something special planned for you two” said Spitfire with a very cheeky grin on her face, “now close your eyes.”  
Dash and Soarin were both worried about what was to come as the pair closed their eyes.  
Spitfire then moved behind Dash and gave the her an atomic wedgie. The mare yelped as she felt her panties wedge into her flank.  
“Crash, 50 laps now!” ordered Spitfire, “And if I see you unhook that wedgie you will do 100 laps with a double atomic wedgie!”  
Dash gulped and then quickly flew off with the intention of completing her laps as fast as she could so she could end the embarrassment.  
AS Dash flew off, Spitfire moved towards Soarin.  
“Now, as for you Soarin….”  
Soarin gulped and gritted his teeth as he tried to brace himself for his impending wedgie when he was interrupted by Spitfire handing him a bottle of cider, bumping it against his chest to make him open his eyes.  
He opened his eyes to see the ice cold bottle of cider being presented to him and smiled.  
“I heard she was mean and gave you a nasty frontal wedgie so I think it is time Dash got some karma, don’t you think?” smiled Spitfire as she opened her cider.  
Soarin chuckled at the sight of Dash flying around with an atomic wedgie. “Yeah, she can be quite mean with those wedgies, especially ones that squeeze my junk like that.”  
“Indeed”, replied Spitfire, “Now, shall we relax and spectate her little exercise?”