In his studio in the middle of Canterlot, Hoity Toity was humming a tune he’d heard earlier in the day while he busily drew out a new design. This was the fifth design he’d made today. There was no such thing as being over prepared after all, especially when preparing for a high profile client. There was no way he was letting a contract with the Wonderbolts slip out of his hooves.
The last time the Wonderbolts’ uniform contract had been available Hoity had failed rather miserably. According to the team captain, who had insisted on inspecting the designs herself, his work simply wasn’t, “intense,” enough for the team. Not one to take criticism lightly, Hoity had made sure to intensify his designs tenfold in preparation for this meeting. This latest one was practically a showmare’s dress; studded with sequins in the lightning bolts and clouds made of silk. It was a little garish no doubt, but he had prepared less outlandish designs as well.
Another lesson that Hoity had taken away from his previous dealings with the Wonderbolt captain was more simple and clear; do not deal with the Wonderbolt captain. Even accounting for her vague opposition’s to his designs and preparing for them as best as he could wasn’t enough. She was an incredible pain to deal with personality-wise as well, so the designer had insisted she send somepony else. Under the recommendation that she, “not waste her own valuable time,” she had agreed with him and decided to send an appropriate substitute. Soarin, the second highest ranking member of the team, was to arrive in her place. Apparently, he knew exactly what the new uniform required.
As thoughts of the meeting wandered into his head, Hoity realized that he had forgotten to check the time. A quick look at his studio’s timepiece was enough to right that problem of course. The clock read 4:12, about a quarter-hour before Soarin was scheduled to arrive. Hoity grunted at the realization. That would barely be enough time to get the studio in proper order for a presentation.
Since time was of the essence, Hoity dove into cleaning the place up and readying the designs. Scrap papers and spare bits of cloth were tossed into the trash, design patterns pinned up on the wall, and the two finished uniforms were arranged for proper display on their mannequins.
Hoity only paused for a minute while he worked. The first time he glanced at a mirror he couldn’t help but glare at the reflection. He was an absolute mess. His mane was down and haphazardly falling all around his face. His coat wasn’t doing much better, and to add insult to injury his cravat was horribly wrinkled.
A quick tie fixed the mane adequately enough; turning an unruly mess into a slightly less unruly ponytail. The coat and cravat were much harder to salvage unfortunately. Because of the time crunch Hoity chose to simply discard the offending clothing and continuing his tidying up, finishing with a few minutes to spare.
After going around once more to make sure everything was proper, Hoity once more stopped in front of the mirror. Since Soarin hadn’t arrived yet the designer assumed he might have time to at least comb out his coat a touch. Unfortunately, the fateful knock came almost at the very moment he lifted a brush off the counter and trotted back towards the mirror.
“Come in,” Hoity shouted unenthusiastically as he put the comb back in its proper place. At the same time, the designer put on a smile and turned to face the door. He’d never been much good at putting on a fake smile for his clients. In fact, even his real smile was usually reserved for his fellow designers. However, this time he at least deigned to try. He usually did for any contracts that he’d failed to get once before. Still, the fact remained that he wasn’t very good at it.
Soarin did as he was told and strode confidently into Hoity’s studio with a spring in his step. “Thanks, dude,” he said whilst slamming the door behind him. Hoity could feel himself twitch. Thankfully, Soarin didn’t even bother more than a passing glance of greeting before turning away to look at the designs, so the designer was able to, at least momentarily, cease putting effort into his polite expression.
There was no pause from the door to the designs in Soarin’s movements. He didn’t even bother to set his bags aside before trotting over to fondle the prototypes, much to Hoity’s dismay. Apart from this lack of professionalism, however, Hoity was somewhat pleased by the Wonderbolt’s behavior. If nothing else, he was certainly enthralled by the designs. “Be careful,” Hoity warned as Soarin messed with the tassels on the more garish of the two prototypes; a blue and gold number with the bolt shaped tassels hanging to just above hoof length on each leg.
“This is awesome,” Soarin shouted. He chose to completely disregard the comment and continue fondling the suit like a giddy foal. “What is this, a superhero costume?”
A small bit of rage bubbled up inside of Hoity at the use of the phrase, “costume.” In order to release this anger, he trotted up to join Soarin at the mannequins, and slapped his hoof away from the suit. “It’s one of the new designs your captain requested,” he said. He took only a moment to glare at the stallion who was now rubbing his hoof before looking back at the suit and examining one of the tassels himself. “Not the best in terms of aerodynamics I admit, but it’s functional.”
Hoity dropped the tassel and turned back to Soarin, hoping to gauge what he thought of the outfit as a uniform rather than a, “super hero costume.” Disappointingly, the pegasus’s face showed nothing but confusion. “Umm…dude, sorry to tell you this, but I don’t think this is really what Spits was looking for.” Soarin glanced upwards and smiled weakly.
Unwilling to lose this client for a second time, Hoity forced on his smile again. “Well I’m sure we can find something then,” he said as he trotted back and gestured to the other garment. This one was designed with a more military appeal, as he described it. The flight-suit was deigned just as a proper flight-suit should be, but made explicitly to mimic the royal armor of Equestria, plume and all; a call to attention towards the Wonderbolt’s occasional work with the Princesses. Hoity described this and more in his sales pitch, which Soarin listened to intently despite how clear it was to both parties that he wasn’t particularly interested. “And of course each suit will be customized for each member,” Hoity said, finishing his pitch.
Soarin waited in a few moments of awkward silence before speaking up. His first few words immediately dispelled Hoity’s false grin. “Look, dude, it’s obvious you put a lot of work into this stuff, but it’s really not what Spits was hoping for.” He smiled nervously and started to rub his mane before continuing. “I mean, I think they’re awesome, but it’s just not what the team needs.”
Hoity nodded solemnly. It was probably not even worth it to attempt pushing the other designs if this was the response he’d get. Now was time for the desperation attempt. “Very well,” he said, calmly pushing the mannequins aside, “What is it you’re looking for? If you can give me an idea I can whip up a design that should suit whatever needs you have.”
The speed with which Soarin suddenly brightened up was actually a bit shocking. Immediately after Hoity finished his sentence the pegasus let out a laugh and smiled at him. “Oh thank Celestia that was getting embarrassing,” he chuckled, “I guess that explains why she told me to bring the suit along.” Without elaborating further, Soarin set his bag down and started searching through it.
“Would you care to explain the joke,” Hoity asked, unamused.
“Right, sorry.” Soarin chuckled again and pulled a Wonderbolt flight-suit out of his saddlebags. “You see,” he said, setting the suit aside and closing the bag, “Spits wasn’t actually looking for a new suit. She just wanted to change the old one a bit.” He turned and smiled at Hoity again. “There are a couple of practical problems we need to fix.”
A polite nod of the head and a bit of teeth grinding kept Hoity from acting on his urge to tell the Wonderbolt to get out of his studio right now. To think that the captain of the team would come to a fashion designer of his caliber to deal with practicality issues. It was downright insulting. Still a contract was a contract, and his time was already being wasted besides. “Very well,” he grunted, “What are the issues?”
“Well…umm…” Soarin rubbed his head with a wing for a moment. “Well it gets really hot sometimes, and it’s really tough to get on and off…” He stopped after that, though he did continue rubbing his head as if he was forgetting something.
“Is that all?” Hoity prodded. These were common issues associated with flight-suits. It was hardly something worth commissioning a new line for.
“No…I…think that’s about it.” The look of deep thought quickly fled Soarin’s face and was replaced by a bright, if somewhat nervous smile. Hoity couldn’t blame him for the touch of nervousness, considering the fact that a piercing glare was being aimed at the pegasus.
Still, money was money, and the Wonderbolts were still a high profile client. Much as this deal disgusted him, it was hardly one that Hoity could turn down. “Let me see the suit,” he said unenthusiastically while extending a hoof. Without a moment’s hesitation, Soarin tossed the suit over and turned away from Hoity’s glare. Hoity went straight to work examining the apparently offensive article.
The suit was in absolutely dreadful condition. Assuming Soarin paid any care to it at all then the Wonderbolts might have actually been right in seeking a new designer. The thing was absolutely riddled with holes. Of course, Hoity was at a loss about what exactly Soarin and his captain wanted him to do about it short of suggesting a sturdier material.
“Well, try it on.” Hoity turned back to Soarin with a questioning glare. Soarin just smiled back at him. “You’re going to have to if you want to see the problems firsthoof right?” He chuckled and turned back to the prototype he had been admiring earlier. “Don’t worry, I won’t peak.”
Hoity continued to glare for a few more seconds after that. However, after seeing that no response was forthcoming he not only assured himself that the pegasus wasn’t joking, he assumed that he would likely insist on the idea. So, without bothering to argue further, the designer chose to squeeze himself into the suit. After all, he had already debased himself by merely allowing the original request.
Putting the thing on took some work, and admittedly it did make Soarin’s complaints a touch more apparent. Eventually though, after many grunts and a few offers of help from the Wonderbolt, which Hoity politely declined of course, the designer was able to get all four hooves properly in the outfit.
Despite his barely withheld opinion on the stupidity of the idea, Hoity did have to admit that Soarin was correct in his thinking. He still thought the decision to wear this thing was foolish, but now for an entirely different reason. This suit was absolute murder! He hadn’t even been in it for more than a minute and he could already feel himself baking. The only solace was the numerous rips allowing the warm air to escape just a touch. Even then, the tightness of the suit did a good job at making it uncomfortable.
“Well it looks good,” Soarin said, prompting Hoity to glance over at him again with yet another glare. He was smiling even more brightly than before. “How does it feel?”
“I think I see what the problem is,” Hoity responded calmly as he could manage given his discomfort. The fact of the matter was that the fabric simply didn’t breathe. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but whoever designed this suit initially had no idea what they were using. He was half certain the thing was simply latex.
Soarin approached calmly and pulled the suit’s hood over Hoity’s head. At first the designer protested with a jerk when he reached out, but gave in after realizing what he was doing. Hoity had willfully ignored the hood before, but technically wearing it was in line with Soarin’s request, so he couldn’t argue beyond “forgetting” to put it on.
“There we go,” Soarin chuckled again once he’d gotten the hood down properly and maneuvered Hoity’s mane through the opening. Once he was able to see through the eyeholes, the designer noticed something odd about Soarin’s smile. It had dimmed somewhat, but not gotten less large. The only real difference in fact was that his eyes were now half closed rather than alternating between completely ajar and completely shut. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve called it seductive. “Now that you’re all dressed up, I can show you some of the other problems.
Another chuckle and Soarin trotted out of sight. Hoity turned his head to follow and saw that the pegasus’s bright smile had returned during the light bit of laughter. For a second he wondered if he’d imagined the grin from moments before. Everything was cleared up shortly after however, when Soarin reached his destination behind him.
Having his balls fondled produced an immediate and predictable response in Hoity; a leap away and a surprised shout. Again face to face with Soarin after the hop away, Hoity couldn’t do anything but stare, mouth agape and eyes wide. Soarin just kept smiling. “What? I thought you be into it. Fashion designer and all that.”
Hoity’s only response to this statement was to close his mouth and turn away. Ignoring the obnoxious stereotype, Soarin was correct about him being “into it.” Although he certainly had no intention of carrying on with a potential client, the idea did have a good deal of eroticism to it. In spite of his best efforts, he could even feel himself becoming aroused by the idea. The tight suit did it’s best to simultaneously hamper and encourage the idea as it tightened further around his slowly erecting stallionhood.
“So you are into it then?” Soarin commented. Hoity flinched again when he felt a hoof on his underside, but wasn’t urged to jump away this time. Though he still refused to look at Soarin. “Then we can really get into the trouble with the suit,” the Wonderbolt continued as he moved a hoof to Hoity’s groin, “To start there’s the issues you’re clearly already having trouble with. It’s way too hot and way too tight.”
Hoity could swear that the rate of his sweating increased at the use of the word, “hot,” but that could have been attributed to what Soarin was doing instead. The hoof working on his groin was doing its best to circumvent the suit’s issues and work his length around the kinks. Having no doubt dealt with this before, it didn’t take long for the pegasus to get Hoity up to a relatively comfortable state at full length. No doubt this was helped by the designer lifting his hind leg a bit to grant him better access.
“Of course, neither of those are really big problems,” Soarin said seductively, obviously pleased by the other stallion’s compliance. “I mean a lot of guys like me really like that nice musky smell, and as you no doubt agree, a little pressure,” Soarin pressed on Hoity’s cock, “Isn’t always a bad thing.”
“I…I suppose I see what you mean,” Hoity said, panting. The pressure bit he had to agree with to a degree, given his position it was actually quite pleasant. The heat on the other hoof was becoming harder to bear by the second as his body heat increased with little to no outlet. It soon got even worse when Soarin moved in closer and gave Hoity’s groin a sniff.
“You sweat nicely,” Soarin commented. He lingered on the groin for only a moment before moving back a bit and giving another particularly noisy sniff. It was at that point that Hoity recognized the purpose of at least one of the holes when he felt Soarin’s snout slide up his rear. The feeling of the snout was quickly overwhelmed by the wonderful feeling of the pegasus’s relatively cool tongue. Sadly that particular sensation lasted only a moment before Soarin pulled back and spoke up again in a cheery tone. “Even tastes pretty good.”
Annoyed by the pause, Hoity lifted his leg a touch more and pushed his rear back. Thankfully Soarin was still close enough that he could soon feel the snout in between his cheeks once more. There was something of a muffled response for a moment, but it didn’t take long for the tongue to come out again. Hoity let out a relieved sigh as the wet appendage soaked his rear and poked at his ring. While it was hardly the complete relief he was hoping for, it was unbelievably great when compared to the heat punishing the rest of his body.
Soarin kept up significantly longer this time, and sadly before long the relief it provided began to fade. Thankfully though, the overall pleasure Hoity got from it was not lost. Every lick and light probe was skillfully arousing him further. The tight suit wrapping around his groin was actually helping in that regard.
Then, after a few minutes, Soarin abruptly stopped and pulled away again. In spite of himself, Hoity actually groaned in protest of the abandonment and looked back at the pegasus. Soarin was busy licking his lips and stroking his dick, which Hoity could now see was at full mast. It didn’t take even a second for Hoity to decide what he wanted to do with that sizable girth.
Perhaps he was heat addled, or perhaps it was arousal, but at this moment Hoity's thoughts began to suspend. No greater matter pressed on his mind. For now it was merely him and Soarin. With a swift motion he rolled over and presented himself to this lover, legs spread. Even the heat didn’t matter at the moment, or perhaps it did but was simply making his feelings more intense. Such a thought was quaint but unimportant, and Hoity dismissed it carelessly along with the rest of them. All he wanted to think about was the pegasus steadily approaching and looming over him.
Soarin wasted no time in pushing inside of Hoity once he’d reached a proper position above him. Hoity let out a shout briefly once penetration began and his panting paused, but only briefly. Before a minute passed it returned, slower now, more desperate. The feeling of Soarin's cock pushing through his ring felt fantastic of course. In a way, it was even better than ever. There was no noticeable pain or strain to the pushing, just the pleasure as the pegasus slowly pumped his way in. However, it came at a cost.
Hoity's panting grew steadily louder as he tried to draw in cold air. Soarin's cock was hot inside of him, and to top it off it had closed off one of his very few accesses to cool air. Everything was getting hotter even more rapidly than before. Had he been in any state to truly think, Hoity would have wondered why he was so eager to push back against the pegasus. However, as he wasn't in any particular state to doubt his decisions, Hoity merely gave in to his lust, unconsciously denying any connection between the source of his pleasure and the source of his pain. Even the heat radiating tortuously from inside of him was simply another entity completely separate from the one that was providing him with that amazingly full feeling.
By the time Soarin bottomed out and started thrusting in earnest, Hoity had gone completely blank; mouth agape and futilely continuing to try and cool him down as the heat drained what little energy was left in him. What little energy remained was used only to keep him braced against the pegasus in an effort to gain more pleasure as Soarin slid against his prostate. Without thought, it was impossible to say whether or not Soarin's strikes, wonderful as they were, would be able to push him over, but thankfully they weren't the only thing moving him towards his orgasm. The pressure from the suit was taking care of what the pegasus had chosen to neglect.
It took a few minutes more for Hoity to finally close in on his peak, but when he did it struck him like a meteor. Suddenly, he became aware again. The heat became palpable once more and the suit suddenly seemed to tighten around him. His discomfort peaked along with his pleasure, and the disconnect was gone. The panting became more rapid as thought overrode instinct. Within moments the panting was replaced with a stifled shout, and seconds after that the shout was no longer stifled. The discomfort had stifled his orgasm, but not stopped it.
Soarin’s eyes shot open at the sound of Hoity’s orgasm, and the designer stared helplessly up at him as he felt the suit fill with his cum. With a devilish smile the pegasus increased his pace, prompting even more shouts from Hoity as he rode out the burst of pleasure. He didn’t stop once it was over either. He simply kept pushing on even once his partner had resumed panting, and Hoity, awake once more, could do nothing but push back.
The suit was becoming unbearable again during this stage. The cum soaked into his fur rather than the material, and the way it mingled with his already sweat covered coat made him feel positively soaked. The worst part though was that the outfit refused to let him come down. The combination of the heat, the pressure still forced on his groin, and the stallionhood pushing into his rear made it impossible for him to go soft, but at the same time it wasn’t enough to push him forward to the top again. It wasn't even enough to push him back to his blissful state of ignorance. It was torture.
Apparently the discomfort, or perhaps just the want for another peak, showed on Hoity’s face, because it wasn’t long before Soarin spoke up about it. “F-feeling a little hot?” he asked, punctuating the question by leaning forward and giving the stallion below him a sniff. His thrusting stopped altogether in wait for a response, and Hoity clamped down on the Wonderbolt’s cock as much as he could, hoping desperately to push him over the edge and bring this torturous intercourse to its end.
It didn’t work quite as he had hoped, so he decided that, in this one case, begging was without a doubt not beneath him. “Ye-es,” he moaned into Soarin’s now close ear. It was to no avail however, Soarin just sniffed again and got back to thrusting. Though he moved slower now, it was still pleasurable enough to send Hoity right back into his rapid panting.
The few seconds before the pegasus spoke again felt like an eternity. “I can-haaa-help you out,” he said coolly, though even with a cool tone he couldn’t hide that he was almost finished. His thrusts were picking up again, but more in force than in speed. Still, Hoity nodded in response, hoping that Soarin would indeed help him out despite his own desperation to finish.
Thankfully Soarin kept to his word. With a swift motion the pegasus moved down and grabbed the suit’s neck with his teeth. The next movement he made was far less graceful, but much more impressive. In a single motion Soarin jerked back and thrust into Hoity with the most powerful push yet, all while tearing the suit violently in the process. At the end of the thrust, Soarin climaxed, and a few deep grunts were heard as he let loose inside of his fellow stallion whilst biting down on the torn suit.
Hoity let out a sigh as the suit was torn and cool air washed over him. The sigh steadily moved on into a moan as he felt Soarin’s cum coat his colon. Not satisfied to leave his partner hard, Soarin reached a hoof down to begin stroking Hoity’s still erect member. And, despite the fact that Soarin pulled out shortly after reaching down, the moaning didn’t stop. In fact it soon reached another crescendo as Hoity approached a second orgasm. The feeling of relief was almost enough by itself to do the job, and the pressure from Soarin's cool-feeling hoof was merely the last touch needed. Hoity let out another scream, splashing yet more of the white liquid onto his chest.
Once the second burst had been finished and the second coat of semen had been liberally applied, Hoity laid back and went completely limp as he bathed happily in the cooling afterglow. Soarin on the other hoof refused to simply rest. Even though he did choose to lay down beside Hoity once the pair had finished, Soarin decided to spend his relaxation time cleaning his fellow stallion off with his tongue. Hoity was more than happy to simply relax while he continued his work, enjoying yet another cooling sensation to add to the freedom from the suit.
“Alright,” he said calmly after a few minutes had passed and his chest had been relatively cleaned. Soarin had moved onto his rear at this point, with Hoity happily granting him access of course. “I think I have a few ideas about what you need.”
*****
A few weeks after his encounter with the designer, Soarin sat in his office at the Wonderbolt academy. A saucy comic book hidden behind a copy of Celestia Shrugged was his choice of entertainment for the moment; one he sadly had to close when he heard a knock on his door.
“Come in,” he said, just a moment too late to actually invite the visitor. As usual, Spitfire wasted no time on polite necessities.
She did however waste time glancing around his office for contraband. None was there of course, excluding the cleverly hidden comic book. The check last week had seen to that. Once she’d satisfied herself, Spitfire turned to Soarin with a smile and a nod. “Mail call,” she said.With a force of will only belonging to a captain she slammed an already opened letter down on her second-in-command’s desk. “It’s from one of the designers. I thought you’d like to read it.”
Soarin smiled and picked up the letter. “Well since it’s addressed to me I guess it would be impolite not to,” he said as he pulled the paper out.
Dear Soarin,
I have the new design ready to present. Although I was unfortunately unable to account for every issue we discussed, I was able to find a fabric that breathes better while sacrificing almost no aerodynamic capabilities. Also if you will look at the enclosed picture-
Soarin pulled the mentioned article out of the envelope as well.
-you will see that I have included a zipper in the design of the suit for ease of entry and exit. If you think this design is up to your standards then I request that you please present it to your captain so we can discuss the suits implementation at a later date.
Yours Truly,
Hoity Toity
P.S. In relation to the other issues I was unable to account for in the official design, you are more than welcome to come see me again if you wish to discuss them further. I would be glad to schedule an appointment any time you see fit.
“Hey, Spits. Who did we go with on the new uniforms?” Soarin asked.
“Same guy as before,” the captain responded, “He offered us a killer deal and it breathes a ton better. Sorry, but I don’t think your friend could’ve matched him.” Soarin smiled and nodded. He’d have to deliver this disappointing news personally later. Spitfire nodded in return and trotted back to the door.
“Oh wait, Spits,” Soarin suddenly chimed up, stopping Spitfire right at the exit, “Before you go, could I get that superhero costume back this week?”
