Captain Spitfire:
As you are no doubt aware, Equestria is rapidly expanding its borders. As my kingdom grows, so too do its needs. There is currently no security presence in the frontier, and this worries me. As such, I am sending you to the town of Appleloosa to establish a Wonderbolt squadron for the outlying area. I have complete faith in your ability to recruit and train able bodies to protect my precious ponies.
One last thing, Captain: You absolutely must go alone. I cannot stress enough how important this is. Appleloosa is dangerously close to the Griffon Badlands, and I do not want to incite a war by sending a full military force to their doorstep. You are to report to Appleloosa and recruit among the ponies already there.
Go with my blessing, Captain.
Princess Celestia.
Spitfire sighed as she rolled the scroll back up. She hated recruitment. Hated it. It was the part about saying no, about watching as the bright spark in a young pony's eyes fizzled and died when they were told that no, they couldn't join the Wonderbolts.
She stood up and stretched her wings. Soul crushing or not, this was a direct order from Princess Celestia herself, and she didn't dare ignore it.
“Appleloosa it is, I suppose.”
It didn't take long for her to pack. This was a business trip, no need to take anything unnecessary. Clothes, grooming supplies, and enough recruitment posters to cover every lightpost from Las Pegasus to Manehattan. With her bag strapped across her chest, she took off for the nearest train station. Even the Captain of the Wonderbolts couldn't fly across Equestria in a day.
The train ride was painfully boring. Spitfire hated being stuck in small spaces with nothing to do. “I could have at least brought paperwork or something. Anything to pass the time.” She resorted to counting the dwindling trees as the train made its way further and further south.
The sun was already starting to set as the train finally arrived at the Appleloosa station. Spitfire stretched her legs and wings before getting off and making her way to the town's tavern. “Best place to try and get a feel for the ponies here, I guess. Plus I need a drink after that train ride.” Finding her way to the loudest building in town, she pushed open the door and stepped inside.
This proved to be a mistake, as no sooner did she take her first step did a lasso appear around her hooves. It tightened, bringing her legs together and knocking her to the ground. The tavern went silent as she slowly regained her composure and began to glare at every pony in the room.
Before she could speak, a lighthearted voice rang out. “Well, come on fellas! Did I get it or not?” Her eyes fell on a golden earth pony standing on the bar with a blindfold over his eyes. He lifted the blindfold, and his smile fell instantly. “Oh horsefeathers!” He jumped off the bar and rushed to Spitfire. “I'm so so sorry about that, miss! It was an accident, I swear! See, we were-”
As her hooves were untied, she jammed one into his mouth to silence him. “I honestly don't care what you were doing. I'm tired, I'm cranky, I've been cramped up in a train car all day, I've barely had a chance to stretch my wings, and now I've been hogtied by a lunatic cowboy. If you want to make it up to me, buy me a drink. Or two.”
The stallion gulped and nodded. “Sure thing, miss...?”
“Spitfire.” A small number of gasps went out through the room, mostly from the few pegasi in the tavern. Spitfire raised an eyebrow as she looked around. At least this backwater town has a few flyers. Maybe this trip won't be a complete waste.
The stallion returned with a large bottle of whiskey and a shot glass. “So sorry again, miss Spitfire. Let's try and get off to a better start. Name's Braeburn.” He put his hoof out, and she reached forward and shook it.
“Nice to meet you, Braeburn.” Spitfire poured herself a shot of whisky and swallowed it. “Dear Celestia, I needed that. So, does this town have a place for guests to sleep?”
“Now miss Spitfire, what kind of host would I be if I let ya pay for a room? Come on, y'allre staying at my place tonight. I've got a nice comfy guest room for ya to use, way better than any hotel you'll find.”
Spitfire grinned as she took another shot. “Against my better judgment, sure. I'm not one to pass on a free room.”
“Great! Come on, I'll get ya settled in!” Braeburn hopped from his seat and started out the door. Spitfire grabbed her whiskey bottle and followed him out and down the street. She took the opportunity to look around the town. Not a bad place. I can see why ponies would want to live out here.
“Here we are! Not a big place, but home's home, right?” Braeburn stood outside a small shack. It barely looked big enough to house one pony comfortably.
“This is your home?”
“Sure is! It looks a lot better inside, I promise.” With that, he opened the door and motioned her inside. “After you, miss.”
Spitfire walked inside and looked around. The living room was plainly furnished, but everything was clean and straightened. She grinned as she set her bag down. “Not bad for somepony living on his own.”
Braeburn chuckled. “Never been a really messy guy is all. Come on, let me show you the guest room.”
“Actually, would you mind if I took a shower first? I've been cramped up all day and would love the chance to relax a bit.”
“Oh, sure! Right this way, miss Spitfire!” She grabbed a small sack from her bag and followed him down the short hallway. He opened the door at the end for her.
“Thanks. I won't be long.” She shut the door behind her and locked it.
Braeburn made his way back to the living room and sat on his couch as he waited. He glanced over at Spitfire's bag as he noticed something hanging out. “Wonder what that is?” Curiosity got the better of him, and he pulled the odd garment out.
It was Spitfire's flight suit. He held it up as he examined it, and a soft blush came over his face. He glanced back at the bathroom door before looking back at the suit. He turned it over so he could examine the back, and his eyes wandered lower.
He glanced at the bathroom again. “I'll be quick. She'll never know.” With that he brought the suit's crotch to his face and inhaled. The scent was clean, as if it was freshly washed, but still held a soft hint of sweat to it. He groaned softly as he reached between his legs. His member began slowly growing, and he started rubbing himself as he inhaled again.
Braeburn laid back on the couch and started stroking faster as he kept breathing the suit's scent in. He was so lost in the sensation he didn't hear the shower turn off, or the bathroom door open. He did, however, hear Spitfire as she stopped in the doorway.
“What. The. Hell. Are you doing?”
Braeburn dropped the suit as he immediately tried to cover his arousal. He was blushing furiously as she walked towards him and picked up her flight suit. She looked at him with an air of disgust. “How pathetic do you have to be to get off to this? What's the matter, mares won't give you the time of day so you have to resort to schoolcolt tactics?”
Tears started to form in his eyes as he looked away. “I-I...”
“Save it. Move your hooves.”
He whimpered softly and moved his hooves out of the way, revealing his erection standing proud amidst the humiliation. Spitfire smirked and tossed the suit over it. “Put this on, little colt, since you love it so much.”
“Y-you want me to...”
“That's right. Put that suit on. I'll wait.” She stepped back to watch him. Braeburn slowly removed his hat and vest before standing up and slipping into the skintight suit. Spitfire's body was smaller, and the suit was fitted for her, which made it even tighter on his frame. He managed to slide it on, with his painfully hard shaft held tightly against his belly. He stood blushing as Spitfire walked around and examined him.
“Not bad. Now back on the couch and lay on your back.” Braeburn followed her orders, laying back on the couch. Spitfire sat next to him and started slowly rubbing his shaft through the suit. He groaned as his member strained against the tight fabric.
“You like that, you little perv?” She kept running her hoof along his shaft as he started panting. Small drops of pre began to leak through the fabric.
“Ngh...y-yes...”
Spitfire stopped and climbed on top of the stallion. She straddled his hips and started slowly grinding her marehood along the length of his shaft. Braeburn gasped as his hips bucked up in response.
“Now now, sit still. Be a good little colt and I'll let you cum.”
Back and forth. Spitfire kept rubbing her leaking folds against him. Braeburn's eyes were clenched shut as he moaned in pleasure and frustration. Spitfire let out a soft sigh as she sped up.
“Perverted little colt...surely this isn't the closest you've ever come to having a mare, is it?” Spitfire moaned softly and grinned down at him. “I hope not, because it's as close as you're getting tonight.” She leaned down and placed her hooves on either side of his head as she kept grinding. “You're loving every second of this, even though it's all you're gonna get? You really are a perv.”
Braeburn was lost in his lust. He kept bucking his hips, grinding back against Spitfire as she berated him. His hooves moved to her waist as he started moving faster and faster. With a loud groan, the stallion was pushed over the edge. His shaft pulsed as it shot his seed against him, kept close by the suit's tight fabric.
Spitfire climbed off of him and stood up, surveying the damage. “Dirty colt. Take my flight suit off and go get cleaned up.” Braeburn blushed and slipped the impossibly tight outfit off, taking care not to smear his cum over any more of the fabric. He stepped out of the suit and left to take a shower, head down in embarrassment.
Spitfire sat back on the couch and picked her flight suit up. “That's going to take forever to clean. Good thing I won't need it for a day or two.” She glanced at the bathroom door to make sure it was shut before pulling the suit towards her. Hoof between her legs, she started slowly rubbing herself as she began to lick up the stray cum from her suit.
“Yeah, Appleloosa's not that bad.”