"All right, rookies! That's enough for today. Come on down and go grab some grub."

Spitfire's words were like music to Milky Way's ears, a sentiment his fellow cadets seemed to share; as the teams descended back down onto the floating island academy, the majority of them let out a collective sigh of relief. The exception, of course, was Rainbow Dash.

"That's it?" she said, confronting her instructor the moment she reluctantly touched down. "I barely even got a chance to stretch my wings!" Spitfire simply gave a little smile at Rainbow's display of bravado. Despite what she might say, the flight cadets had been drilling nonstop for the past three hours, and rivulets of sweat were clearly visible cascading down her face.

"Go hit the showers, Rainbow. There'll be plenty more opportunities to tire yourself out tomorrow." Dash trotted off with a roll of her eyes, obviously unwilling to admit her exhaustion to her life-long role model. While she was good at hiding her fatigue, however, the other trainees had very visibly reached their limits: Cloudchaser was rubbing tenderly at a kink in her back, Raindrops had collapsed face-first into the grass, and even Snowflake was gasping dramatically for air.

Milky Way knew, as he rolled his left wing about in its socket in an attempt to relieve a cramp, that candidates to become Wonderbolts were always subject to rigorous and trying challenges such as this, but he couldn't help feeling that Spitfire might be pushing them a bit harder than she normally would. Ever since Lightning Dust's discharge from the academy, Rainbow Dash had clearly pulled ahead of all the other cadets in terms of sheer ability. Compared to her astonishing feats of aerial maneuvering, the rest of them were like fillies going through flight school for the first time. The Wonderbolts captain clearly felt that, if Rainbow could be such a prodigious performer at her age, the other Pegasi had no excuse but their own slacking off for not being on her level.

Well, maybe she was right. Rainbow hardly seemed to think of anything other than becoming the best flier in Equestria, after all, and such was the focus of nearly all her training. Still, working somepony until their wings fell off clearly wouldn't achieve anything.

Rousing himself in an attempt to give the false impression that he wasn't on the brink of fainting, Milky Way walked as smoothly as he could past Spitfire's piercing stare. Feigning Herculean tenacity was apparently the sort of thing that impressed her enough to offer a little slack, which Milky Way would be all too happy to receive right now. The last thing he wanted was to tear a wing muscle from over-exertion and be booted out, especially when he had come so far in the program.

As he passed by Raindrops, he said casually, "Nice moves out there today," to which she responded, without peeling her face off the ground, with a mock-enthusiastic punch at the air. It was barely even a response, but that didn't stop Milky Way's heart from thumping in a way that had nothing to do with his recent exercises. Despite having known her since they were foals, he still got tense and excited whenever she was around; she'd been his secret crush for as long as he could remember.

When he'd learned, upon arriving, that the object of his complete affection would also be attending the Wonderbolts Academy, he'd been stricken with both joy and nervousness. On one hoof, it was the perfect opportunity to develop a bond with her, since he hardly ever had any excuse to spend non-work-related time with her back in Ponyville. However, this also represented a fine chance for fate to be a jerk and cause him to mess up spectacularly in front of not only the Wonderbolts, but Raindrops as well. Needless to say, his nerves had been horrendously tense during every exercise Spitfire had given them, particularly ones such as the Dizzitron where every set of eyes were on him simultaneously. He'd actually been relieved when he had been assigned as Wild Flower's wingpony, rather than being paired with Raindrops. While it would be a fine excuse to bond with her, he wasn't sure he could take the pressure of being around her all the time.

And that was to say literally all of the time. Spitfire had made quite sure that lead ponies and wingponies spent as much of their training as possible in each other's company, to the point that teams were required to share living quarters. Several of the Pegasi (specifically, Cloudchaser and Thunderlane) had offered staunch opposition to this condition, which Spitfire had chewed them out for. He could still remember her exact argument: "If you wanna be an elite flier, you need to be able to trust your fellow Wonderbolts. Nothing develops familiarity between ponies quite like sharing a living space. Soarin and I have been sleeping together for ten years-" Thunderlane had made a snorting noise at this point "-and now we fly in perfect synchronization."

Milky Way knew it was pointless to argue over a detail like living quarters, though truthfully, he had his own reservations as well. He wasn't some staunch defender of male chauvinism, nor did he have any issues with his partner Wild Flower. The problem was much more personal, and certainly not something he could argue towards. He'd been able to ignore it at first, but now, he realized he'd have to take care of it or risk severe humiliation.

Milky Way had a certain... habit that he liked to indulge in rather frequently. He wasn't exactly the most sexually experienced stallion, never even having had a girlfriend in his life, and as a result, he'd taken, back in his teenage years, to relieving himself at least once a day. He knew it was a natural thing, and he certainly wasn't ashamed of it, but that didn't mean he wanted everypony to associate him with the act of jerking off. It had gotten to the point where it was simply a part of his daily routine, which brought about the only issue he had with his current boarding arrangements. If a stallion, such as Thunderlane, were to walk in on him masturbating, it would be embarrassing, sure, but guys understood each other, and they'd likely forget about the whole thing the next day. Put a mare in the same situation, especially one as timid and innocent as Wild Flower, and suddenly you had a conundrum on your hooves. If she was to catch him in the act of pleasuring himself, he'd never be able to look her straight in the eyes again, and certainly wouldn't be able to coordinate with her during training exercises.

The day before coming to the academy, Milky Way had made a point to resist rubbing one out, for fear of suffering some sort of rash during his assessment. Granted, it wasn't terribly likely to happen, but given that he was now in the big leagues, he didn't want to take any unnecessary chances. It would be easy, he had told himself, to go without clopping for just one week. Even if he had never gone that long since the day he started his private habit. Looking back, it was a spectacular lack of foresight on his part, and 'regret' didn't even come close to describing his decision.

Today was now the fourth day he'd gone without masturbation, and he was in agony. Every touch, every light breeze registered as stimulation, forcing him to fight off public erections repeatedly throughout the day. Just a few hours ago, he'd realized that he was becoming hard halfway through one of Spitfire's lectures, having accidentally let his mind wander to romantic scenarios involving Raindrops. A few ponies had given him strange looks when he'd squeezed his back legs together in an attempt to hide and stifle his growing member. Hopefully, they just thought he'd had to pee really badly.

His balls were aching and swollen, demanding sweet release. He was worried they might be visible to close scrutiny, which Spitfire was known for. It wouldn't be fun having to explain in front of his peers why his testicles had inflated to nearly double their normal docile size. If he didn't hurry up and blow a load, he would likely have to start walking bowlegged so that he wouldn't rub his scrotum raw.

Thinking about his current situation only served to excite his sex organ even more. If he didn't re-direct his focus soon, he would most likely find himself in quite a sticky situation indeed, which would undoubtedly lead, not only to an immediate discharge from the Wonderbolt Academy, but also to living in shameful humiliation for the rest of his life. "I'm gonna go grab something to eat," he said to nopony in particular, waddling gingerly off to the mess hall. Putting some attention on his other natural urges might help alleviate his suffering.

The Academy cafeteria's food might not compare to Horte Cuisine's Bistro back in Ponyville, but it was also a far cry from the slop he'd been expecting. Obviously nothing gourmet, not that he had a problem with eating from a ration surplus. It was certainly enough to take his mind away from his yearning to cum, at least for a few minutes.

As long as he kept to himself, concentrated on eating his food, and then rushed back to his dormitory to take care of business, he shouldn't have any problem. The others probably thought he was being antisocial, sitting alone at a bench in the most reclusive corner of the mess hall, but their judgement now was bearable if it meant avoiding much larger ridicule later on. Shoveling his beans into his mouth as quickly as he could, Milky Way had but one goal: finish and get out before he 'finished' and was kicked out.

"Whoa, Milky Way, training's over! Spitfire isn't judging you on how fast you can eat."

For Celestia's sake... this was the first time in his life he'd been stricken with despair hearing that beautiful voice. "Mind if I sit here?" asked Raindrops, smiling at him sweetly, a tray of food balanced on her head.

"Y... yeah! Of course!" She thanked him warmly, carefully setting her meal down and scooting into the vacant space across from him. Any other time, he would've been thrilled that this mare was trying to get close to him, but her timing was just horrible. The last thing he needed right now was for his mind to turn to lewd images of the pony sitting right across from him.

"Nice flying out there," she said, picking idly at her food. "I don't know how you hold your form so well... Spitfire had us working so hard, I was cramping up like crazy." She grimaced, pulling her foreleg over her head, and Milky Way noticed that she had already changed out of her training uniform. Her coat was still slick and damp from the exertion...

Gaah, no! He couldn't slip up now... this was not the time to let himself get turned on.

"I really need to get loosened up..." she continued, arching her back, which cracked loudly.

Loosened up, hnnnngggg.

"Hey, are you all right? You're sweating."

Milky Way blinked, then shook his head, clenching the muscles in his stomach. "I'm just, uh... still really worked up from all that training. You're right, that lady really likes to drill us... heh..."

She likes drilling, huh? Oh, Celestia, make it stop...

Raindrops met his nervous stare with one of confusion. He knew he must be making an idiot of himself, and in front of her, no less! Curse his stupid stallion sex drive.

"Well, anyways... I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to talk much during training. You probably feel like I've been ignoring you, and I want you to know that's not it at all."

"Huh? N-no, uh, I understand. We've all been busy, after all." Oh, the way she rested her head in her hooves was just adorable...

"I kept trying to come meet up, you know, but that airhead Thunderlane's attempts to sweet-talk Spitfire have gotten the both of us extra laps every single night now." She leaned closer to him, making his pupils contract. "Honestly, I'd much rather have gotten you as a flying partner." As she said this, she gently nudged his leg with hers under the table, sending a jolt up his spine. Was she... flirting with him?

The thought that she might actually harbor affections for him, combined with her physical teasing, was enough to bring Milky Way's cock out of hiding. Ohcrapohcrapohcraaaap... Despite him focusing all his willpower into suppressing the eager length of flesh, it had soon grown to its full length, sticking out from his body as if in a desperate attempt to make contact with the mare of its deepest desires.

He clenched his teeth tightly, more nervous than he'd ever been in his life; he knew that his penis was practically touching Raindrops, and if she so much as shifted in her seat, her leg might rub against it, which would just about be the end of his existence. Frantically, he glanced around the cafeteria. Nopony was paying much attention to them, and Raindrops' body mostly hid his erection from view, but if someone were to look at their table from the side, they would have a perfect look at Milky Way's full member.

Oh, this was bad. As much as he knew this might be his only immediate chance to develop a relationship with Raindrops, there was no way he could risk blowing everything over a boner that wouldn't stay down.

"I, uh... I need to go..." he said, starting to slide out of his seat before realizing the stupidity of that action and stopping himself.

"Oh, was I making you uncomfortable? I'm sorry if I was coming on too strong, I just thought that..."

"No, no! That's not it at all! I'd love to talk more with you, but, um..." Racking his brain for a solution to this dilemma, he hastily settled on the least-insulting horrible excuse that came to him.

"My stomach is really killing me, ugh..." He clenched his stomach dramatically, almost jumping out of his seat when doing so caused the tip of his cock to brush against the bottom of the table. "I think there must be something bad in the food today, ohh..."

This was a stretch, for sure. "Really?" Raindrops eyed his serving tray. "I feel fine, and you're eating pretty much the same stuff as me."

Milky Way swallowed audibly, pressing against his throbbing cock in an attempt to force it down, which only served to stiffen it further. "O-oh, heh, w-well, I must have cr-cramped myself up during the t-training today."

"What's going on down there?" asked Raindrops in response to her friend's constant hoof movement. She began to lean as if to look under the table, forcing Milky Way to take drastic measures.

"Aah, aaaah! Oh, owwwww!" He slammed his forelegs against the table, drawing Raindrops' immediate attention as well as that of a few other ponies around the room. He realized that he would have to make a very risky maneuver if he had any chance of escaping with his pride intact; calling upon every muscle in his body at once, he fluidly rolled his body off the bench sideways in such a manner that his erection pointed towards the back wall, away from Raindrops. There was a dull thud and a groan as Milky Way's right side slammed into the ground, followed by the scuffle of hooves while he hastily picked himself up. He had, during his rise, arched his rump so that his penis pointed down between his hind legs, then clamped them down on it. Thinking quickly, he pressed his wavy tail against his rear, obscuring his thick length from view from that angle.

"Wha-? Are you okay!?" Raindrops was obviously alarmed by his admittedly ridiculous behavior, and Milky Way made a mental resolve that if he managed to escape his current situation and ended up developing a relationship with her, he would explain the whole thing to her later. Much, much later, when they could laugh about it without it being awkward.

"I'm fine..." His voice was strained with the effort of staying locked into his unnatural and completely uncomfortable position. As if fighting to get free, to be seen by the world, his cock began twitching from the stimulation of his squeezing legs, making him wince. "I just... really need to go to the bathroom, like, right now."

Several ponies had gathered around to view of the spectacle, and cold sweat began to cascade down Milky Way's face once again. "Um... oh, my stomach.... ohhhh..."

Slowly and deliberately, he took a wobbly step forward, getting a few laughs from the way he had his back legs pressed together. The door to the hall was on the complete other side of the room; at this rate, it would probably take him almost five minutes to make it out, which was time he definitely didn't want the whole Wonderbolt Academy gawking at him. Shoot, this isn't working!

At a distant table, Thunderlane squinted to see the pony who was making such a scene. "Isn't that... Milky Way?"

"Yeah," confirmed Snowflake, who sat to his left, attempting to wipe some creamed corn around his snout; he'd resorted to eating his food face-first when he realized that his ludicrous musculature prevented him from lifting a spoon to his mouth.

Thunderlane's eyes widened as he realized the kind of trouble his friend was in. He immediately rushed over to Milky Way's side, pulling the startled Snowflake along with him. A couple ponies looked momentarily offended when he went barreling through them, not that Thunderlane particularly noticed.

"Milky!" he whispered into the ear of the struggling stallion.

"Hnnggg... I'm having a bit of a moment here, Thunderlane. Because of my, uh... stomach..."

Thunderlane flashed a coy smile, able to see right through Milky Way's façade. "Having some problems with your... stallionhood?"

Milky Way was surprised by Thunderlane's quick assessment of the situation, hoping his true dilemma wasn't as obvious to everypony else watching.

"Don't worry, man. That kinda stuff happens to all guys, right, Snowy?"

"Yeah!" said Snowflake, a little more enthusiastically than was necessary.

"We've got your back, Milky. Just hold on a sec; Snowy and I will go draw everyone's attention somewhere else, then you run on outta here and go do what ya gotta do."

He gave him a wink, which Milky Way returned with a sincere smile. "Thanks, you guys. I really owe you one."

"Ah, don't mention it," said Thunderlane, mock-slugging him on the shoulder. (He put a little more force into it than Milky Way would have considered appropriate.) He exchanged a glance with Snowflake, the duo simultaneously giving a curt not, then rushing off back to their table. Before this point, Milky Way hadn't really though much of either of the two; their super-athletic personalities didn't really mix with his more scholarly demeanor, which meant they hardly ever exchanged more than a few words of casual conversation. Now, he might have to re-asses his initial judgement of the two, as they were clearly more than willing to help a friend in need.

A moment after they left, Milky Way heard Thunderlane shout, from the opposite end of the room, "You starin' at me for a reason, beefcakes!?" Looking over, he saw that he'd leaned up to press his snout against Snowflake's (still food-covered) one, the two of them very convincingly feigning anger.

"Yeah!" was Snowflake's bellowed response, and he gave the smaller pony a shove from his frighteningly large forelegs. Thunderlane responded by rising into the air, then body-slamming his friend, the two then proceeding to faux-wrestle with each other, knocking their table over in the process.

Good gracious. Even if it was just a show, they sure managed to make convincing crunching noises. This must be what those professional wrestlers had to learn to do.

All the Pegasi, including Raindrops, had turned their attention towards the brawl. At the head of the others, Rainbow Dash appeared to be taking bets on who would emerge victorious.

Seizing this opportunity, Milky Way leaned back, then galloped as hard as he could towards the hallway door, acutely aware of his erection, which now swung freely from side to side as he ran. Praying to whoever was listening to make it before someone caught a glimpse, he charged through the double doors with a crash, and kept right on going through the (thankfully empty) corridor.

He didn't stop his frantic dash until he reached his room, at which point he wasted no time flinging open the door, already fantasizing blissfully about the sweet release he was about to achieve, cumming to his heart's content in the company of himself, and only himself, all alone with his thoughts of a particular beautiful mare.

Only he wasn't by himself. Roused by the sudden intrusion, the sleeping form of Wild Flower slowly began turning to face him from her bed. In a frenzy of desperate movement, Milky Way kicked the door closed behind him, threw himself upon his own bed, adjacent to his partner's, and made a spiraling motion to wrap his lower body in the crisp, white bedsheets. At the end of his bizarre action, he sat facing Wild Flower, leaning casually on his side with one front leg supporting his head and the other resting against his hip.

"What's up?" he offered casually, face plastered with a huge, forced smile.

She looked around groggily for a moment, her sandy blonde mane sticking up a bit on the side. "Did you just come in?" she asked with a yawn, clearing the sleep from her eyes.

"Oh... yeah. Just got done eating."

She squinted as if she noticed something; after a second of staring at him in confusion, she asked, "Why are you sticking your leg out?"

Following her gaze, he was alarmed to see that his cock, which had remained fully erect during his cafeteria escape, was jutting out against the sheets.

"Ah... ahem... cramp." He gave his 'leg' an affectionate pat. "Yep, got a real bad cramp during practice. Helps to stretch it out."

Wild Flower pondered this for a moment. "But... I don't remember us doing any running today. It was all flying drills."

He thought back to the day's training, realizing with a pang that his partner was exactly right. "Well, you know how hard Spitfire was pushing us. She had us out there for so long that my whole body started seizing up."

He was relieved when she apparently accepted this answer, flopping back against her bed and looking up at the ceiling. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I was so exhausted that I came right back here after we practiced so I could go straight to bed. I wasn't even hungry for dinner." Turning to face Milky Way, who had re-positioned himself beneath the covers so that his erection didn't protrude quite so much, she added, "Sorry I didn't tell you, but you had already gone to the mess hall when I landed, and I really was dead tired."

"Don't worry about it," said Milky Way. He was beginning to calm down after the hectic series of events in the cafeteria, and wondered whether Thunderlane and Snowflake had finished up their 'fight' yet.

For a few minutes, he simply lay with his head against his pillow while his member slowly began to go limp and shrink back against his body. He knew such a state wouldn't last long, and so after a quick glance to confirm Wild Flower was asleep, he quietly crept out of bed and towards the door. It creaked ever-so-slightly when he opened it, but that was apparently enough to rouse his partner.

"Where are you going?" she asked. Jeez, she sure was a light sleeper.

"Just need to use the restroom real quick," he answered truthfully; that was exactly where he intended to go, though not for the reason she would assume. "I'll be back before too long. And I'll try to be quiet on my way in," he added, gently shutting the door behind him.

"... all right." Wild Flower let her head sink back against her pillow slowly. He made it sound like he would be gone for quite a while... and, he would likely end up waking her up again when he eventually came back. No point in going back to sleep, then.

She wondered whether Milky Way had any idea about her feelings for him. Probably not, since she didn't exactly drop hints all that often. Likewise, she had no ability to read others, and so his real thoughts were a complete mystery to her. If only she could find a little confidence in herself, she'd gladly just come out and admit her attraction... but she'd never been a bold mare, and that wasn't likely to change any time soon. Resigning herself to admiring her partner from the friend zone, she began to fantasize of him, as she had so often before, tenderly stroking herself beneath the covers.

Out in the uniformly gray-blue hallways, Milky Way noticed, as he trotted along to the restrooms, that most ponies were turning in for the night. Those that he saw were all on their way to their rooms with tired eyes, and a glance out a passing window confirmed that the day was indeed coming to an end, the sky in the process of changing from red to purple.

He was looking forward to finally getting himself off and putting an end to the tightness in his balls, though he was careful not to get ahead of himself this time. A public restroom couldn't match the comforts of a bed, but it would likely be nearly empty around this time of night, and he was much less likely to be ostracized if he happened to be noticed clopping by only his fellow stallions.

When he reached his destination, however, he was faced with an unexpected obstacle. Immediately upon pushing upon the stallion's restroom door, his nostrils were assaulted by the most wretched stench he'd encountered in his life. Throwing his hooves up to his snout in a desperate attempt to ward off the dreadful odor, he began to gag, his beans from earlier threatening to force their way back up.

"Sweet Celestia's sideburns!" he managed to choke out, "What is that smell?"

"Nngg... sorry!" came a voice from behind a stall door. Milky Way thought he recognized the rough voice, and lowering his head a little revealed a set of blue hooves within the stall nearest him.

"Ooooh... I shouldn't have had that third pie..." moaned Soarin, his agonized words followed by a disgusting squelching and plopping noise.

Without a second thought, Milky Way turned back around and slammed the door shut behind him, waiting a few seconds before inhaling heavily, his lungs demanding pure air. All right, so the stallion's room was definitely out. He thought for a moment, his eyes wandering to the adjacent door, emblazoned with a white image of a short-snouted Pegasus pony whose mane and tail were pulled into feminine curls.

Was he actually so desperate as to risk jerking himself off in the mare's restroom? After a moment of careful consideration weighing the pros and cons, he decided that, yes, he was exactly that desperate.

Checking to make sure nopony else was in the hallway, Milky Way slowly pushed open the door to the other restroom. Sticking his head in to confirm that there was no one standing about who would see him, he slipped inside, letting the door close behind him. Standing on the tips of his hooves, just in case there was indeed a mare listening in, he sneaked into an empty stall, silently shutting and latching it behind him.

Flicking his tail to the side, he lowered himself onto the toilet seat, which sat over a deep hole in the ground, linked to a plumbing system that he couldn't begin to fathom the eventual outlet of on a floating island. He idled there awkwardly for a moment, feeling strangely out of place despite the mare's restroom being nearly identical to the stallion's. It was odd that, now that he finally had a moment to himself, his libido appeared to have calmed down.

He wouldn't be fooled, though, by his dick attempting to get him in another awkward situation. Giving in completely to his primal desires, he shut his eyes and allowed his mind to be flooded with images of Raindrops performing all manner of glorious deeds to him. It didn't take more than fifteen seconds for his thick, dark shaft to reach complete, and though he didn't know it, rather impressive hardness, at which point he began to stimulate himself unabashedly.

He started with a single hoof stroke, then shifted to gripping his shaft between both hooves, every long, deliberate movement sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. Oh, it had been far too long since he'd done this.

In his imagination, Raindrops lay on the cool grass in front of him, the moonlight bathing her in an enticing glow. They were all alone out in front of the academy, each of them having discarded their vests and goggles, relaxing in the cool, crisp air of the sky island.

She let out a small moan, brushing loose blue hair out of her eyes. With a smile complimented by half-lidded eyes, she raised her rump off the ground and wriggled it at him, inviting him to help her loosen up after the hard day's training.

Gingerly, he traced a hoof along the side of her flank, which managed to be both toned and feathery soft at the same time. She squeaked in response to his gentle touch.

He moved to stand over her, lowering himself so that his stomach rested against her back and nuzzled at her neck, kissing and occasionally licking her tender flesh. She turned her head to face him, locking him into a slow, sensual kiss. Their tongues were perfectly in sync with each other, and despite them both being unexperienced in terms of sex, it was as if their bodies were made for each other.

"I love you," he whispered softly, nibbling her ear gently. She responded with a low, throaty, yet enticingly girly growl. "Show me how much you love me."

His erection was pressed against her belly, as if pinning her body to his. She reached back to give it a stroke, slowly tracing it from base to tip; the stimulation caused a small pool of precum to form at the end of his cock. She wiped it onto her hoof, then gave it an affectionate lick.

Milky Way wasn't one for teasing; he withdrew from her body just enough to be able to position his throbbing cock at the entrance to her slick, excited love tunnel. He leaned forward ever-so-slightly, and his tip met its target, making both of them shiver in delight.

Applying some pressure, he was immediately met with resistance from her tight, narrow passage. Her eyes met with his, and they were tinted with the slightest amount of worry. He gave her a reassuring smile, pecking her lightly on the lips.

"Don't worry," he said before pushing forward again. He could feel her relenting bit by bit, until finally, her inner lips spread wide to accommodate his girth.

She bit her lip with a gasp, which immediately shifted into a moan. Gyrating her hips, she used his meat to begin loosening herself, much to their unanimous delight. "Ohhh... mmmmn, Milky Way, you're so thick..."

Planting his front hooves more firmly in front of Raindrops, Milky Way began to press forward carefully, as mindful of her pleasure as his own. She was slow to yield, and he felt like an explorer discovering unknown territory. With every inch of his shaft that slid into her, she arched her head farther back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in a silent exclamation of pure joy.

When he was about halfway inside her, he began to withdraw. Her inner walls were reluctant to let him go, gripping even more tightly than they had on the way in. Just as he had almost pulled completely out, he switched back to penetrating inwards, a process that he repeated with a rising sense of ecstasy.

With each successive repetition, her vice grip on him slackened slightly, until he was able to slide in with what was still ample resistance, but not enough that Raindrops would suffer if he were to pick up the pace.

Which he did. Raindrops' back legs began to wobble from Milky Way's more expedient thrusting. In response, he wrapped his forelegs around her waist to make sure she didn't collapse. They both began to breathe heavily, basking in the magic of their connection.

"Is it good?"

"Mmm... haaaah... soooooo goooood..."

"Oh, yeah? Do you like it when I do... this?" Without letting up on his pelvic motions, Milky Way began to stroke his lover's swollen clit, eliciting a drawn-out shriek of joyful gratitude.

"Ohhh, Milky Way... I... I-I'm gonna..." she fixed her gaze on him once again, and he could see in her eyes that she was drawing close. He was about to cum, too, he could feel it, and he picked up his speed even more, almost bottoming out against her with each thrust now. His thighs slapped against her flank as the two of them reached their peak together, and at the height of her first orgasm attained with another's help, Raindrops looked him dead in the face and shouted, "Who the hay is in there!?"

"H- Wha-?" Milky Way nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of his instructor's commanding voice. He released his grip on his cock, and his body was immediately flooded with disappointment; he had been so close to cumming, his member was twitching spasmodically on its own.

There was a series of loud, angry knocks on the stall door. "I can hear a stallion in there! Soarin, Celestia help you if it's you again!"

Now, at this point, Milky Way was getting awfully tired of breaking out into a cold sweat. He'd really gotten himself into a terrible situation now; on the other side of that door stood quite possibly the most ferocious mare he'd ever met, certainly waiting to demand an explanation of why he had been clopping in the ladies' bathroom. When had she come in, anyways? In the heat of his jerking, he'd failed to notice the sound of a door opening... or had she been there the whole time, in one of the stalls, and had just now picked up on the sexual noises he was sure he'd been making?

"Answer me! I swear, I'll break this door down if I have to!"

"Gah! Uh... n-no, ma'am, no need for that, ma'am!"

There was silence on the other end of the door as Milky Way did his best to stifle his now-ruined erection. When he unlatched and swung open the stall door, he was surprised to see that Spitfire looked more confused than angry.

"Milky Way? What in Equestria are you doing lurking around the mare's restroom, cadet?"

She raised an eyebrow at him, making it clear that he'd better have a good explanation for his current situation. Glancing down, his heart sunk; it would take a blind pony not to notice his erect dick pointing right at her. He stammered a few broken sentences, not sure how the captain of the Wonderbolts would react to a plea that he simply had a powerful urge to masturbate. He knew, however, that she had an uncanny ability to sense when someone was lying. In his rush to get some words out, he settled for a half-truth.

"I was using the mare's room because Soarin is currently demolishing the stallion's, ma'am."

"Oh, really?" She sounded semi-convinced of his honesty, but clearly wasn't finished questioning him yet. "That doesn't surprise me, with how much pie he was shoving down his throat at dinner. I keep telling him to go easy on that stuff... But what exactly were you doing in there, newbie? You sure were... vocalizing a lot."

From the way she narrowed her eyes, it was obvious that she knew perfectly well exactly what he'd been doing. "I was, uh..."

"Spankin' off?" Suddenly, and to Milky Way's complete surprise, Spirfire slammed her front hooves against the stall walls on either side of his head. "Clopping, when you must've known that I was in the stall right next to you?"

She looked over her sunglasses at him, her expression shifting from irritated to lustful. Her smile simultaneously excited him and gave him chills.

"Uh... n-no, I had no idea, ma'am, I-"

"Quiet." She pressed a hoof firmly to his lips, then returned it to the wall behind him and leaned in a bit closer. Eyes like saucers, with rapidly shrinking pupils, he went silent immediately.

"You think I didn't notice you getting antsy during the drills today?" She stuck her face right up to his, dominating his vision with the burning red passion in her eyes. In the back of his mind, he registered the faintest scent of spicy peppers coming off of her alarmingly close body. "You think I didn't notice... this?"

His entire body shivered as Spitfire brushed her back inner thigh against his protruding phallus, her touch unexpectedly gentle, her skin softer than he would've imagined.

She inhaled sharply, pressing her hoof against his chest. Sticking her muzzle right up to his ear, she whispered, "Do I turn you on, rookie?"

He could feel her warm breath on his neck. "Y-yes, ma'am." And boy, did she. He'd hardly thought about it until now, but this mare was the definition of sexy. Of course he'd noticed her attractiveness from the moment he first saw her, but he's never expected she could have as massively overpowering a sense of sexual domination over him as she did right currently.

She had completely molded her body to his own at this point, and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck; the two of them used their combined rear legs to keep each other standing. Milky Way's cock was twitching furiously between her legs, so close that he could feel the heat of her marehood against him.

"Mmm... You know, you've got quite the asset here, pretty boy..." Oh goodness... Was she kissing his neck? If his flight instructor had harbored a romantic interest in him this whole time, she certainly hadn't hinted towards it. Maybe he was more popular with the mares than he thought...?

"Oh, um... Thank you, ma'am, I-"

"You wanna let me have a taste of that sweet meat?"

Holy - was she gonna fuck him right here!? Milky Way could feel his cheeks burning, and struggled to get rid of the stupid look he knew must be on his face.

He swallowed audibly. "Yes please, m-ma'am."

His nervousness only seemed to turn her on even more. She stayed very close as she descended down his body, nuzzling him the whole time, until she arrived at her destination, at which point she had to back up considerably to face the thing head-on.

Crouching on the floor, she gave a coy smile as she gripped the thick, black flesh of his member between her hooves, coaxing a moan out of him. "Mmm... that feel good?"

He nodded. "Yes... Ma'am."

He forced his eyes open in time to see her stretching her mouth wide in preparation for his impressive shaft. She stuck her tongue out, and a trail of saliva dripped out onto his cock.

Her eyes flicked up to his, and she closed her mouth back up, twisting it into a seductive smile. Disengaging from him, she righted herself and began to walk casually back towards the door, leaving his hopelessly teased cock twitching frustratedly.

Before exiting the room, she turned back to him, casting her eyes all over him. "Come see me in my office some time, rookie. We'll have a nice... talk."

And then she was gone. Milky Way's brain failed to function for several seconds.

...what the hell?

Author's Note

TO BE CONTINUED!
...eventually.
This is a good example of what happens when you pick up a story after leaving it dormant for five months. My writing style has completely evolved since then and this feels positively archaic... still, no reason not to put it up. Maybe this'll help make up for my apparent six-month death...

I'm actually planning on doing something special with this. As you've probably deduced, Milky is gonna end up getting with a mare at the end of this story. I'm gonna leave exactly which one that is up to the fans. Leave an opinion below, if you have one, on whether he should end up with Raindrops, Spitfire, or Wild Flower, and why.

Hope you enjoyed it!