Unprofessional

Unprofessional

The chilly wind blew against Soarin’s muzzle as he blasted through the air above the Cloudsdale coliseum. He and the rest of the Wonderbolts soared high above the great city in the sky, practicing their routine, honing their skills as would be expected from the greatest team of flyers in Equestria. He glanced off to his sides where his teammates kept up his pace; he was leading the exercise today, an opportunity that seldom revealed itself to him, one he opted to make the most out of. Slowly but surely he picked up his speed to see if his teammates would be able to follow suit; they did. A smile crept across his mouth and he started ascending, slowly at first, just letting the wind flow around him, before making a sharp turn, shooting straight up into the sky as if shot out of a cannon. This wasn’t anything unusual for any of them. As Wonderbolts they had to be able to make quick maneuvers and sharp turns in any directions. He glanced to his sides again, Spitfire and Fleetfoot were still hot on his tail. He felt proud, like any leader would have. And today, he was most certainly leading them.

The skies above Cloudsdale were almost free of clouds, letting the bright sun shine over the majestic lands far down below. As Soarin kept guiding the Wonderbolts higher he closed his eyes so he wouldn’t be blinded by the rays. It felt awesome, the wind against his face, the warmth of the sun against his body. He loved it, that warm feeling, it made him feel great, like he was truly alive. Nothing could match this kind of sensation. Well, nothing that he knew of anyway.

As he climbed higher into the blue sky he began to count. Five-hundred feet, six-hundred, even with his eyes closed he knew when he passed another mark. Years of experience had taught him well. He kept climbing, by now he didn’t need to look and see if his teammates were with him, he knew they were there. He opened his eyes, just slightly so he wouldn’t be blinded. Eleven-hundred feet, soon it would be time. He closed them again and flapped his wings hard, propelling him higher faster than most pegasi could ever dare to dream. He and his team were the best, and everypony knew it. Sixteen-hundred feet, seventeen, he was getting close now, his mind and body knew it. Only seconds away he closed his eyes again.

Two thousand feet.

His wings folded against his body, letting him fall upwards through the air, his body limp. He knew what was coming next, as his body started slowing until it stopped. For a few short seconds he and his team just hung in the air, as if weightless. There was no resistance, no sound, only complete and utter stillness. For that moment in time they just seemed to exist, for that moment only, they were on top. And then they fell.

This was the best moment of the entire exercise for Soarin. Falling down, going faster than he ever could on his own, it just felt fantastic for him. As he opened his eyes, he saw the coliseum approaching him fast. He smirked, narrowing his eyes. It was time for the last part of the exercise.

After falling for roughly twenty seconds, Soarin unfolded his powerful wings just as he was about to hit the cloud floor. Mustering every bit of strength in him, he managed to pull himself up again, gliding just a few feet above the fluffy white surface at an incredible speed, before slowly pulling up again into a loop to slow down, and then glide across the clouds again until he finally let his hooves down, skidding to a halt, leaving a track in the cloud behind him. Spitfire and Fleetfoot joined him soon.

Oh yes, this was life.

***

“Great practice today, Soarin,” Spitfire said as she glanced over at her flying partner in the Coliseum shower room, “You’ve really improved your skills these last few weeks,” she said as she slid out of her tight flight suit. Soarin sat on a bench a few feet away from her, struggling to get out of his own suit.

“Thanks, Spitfire,” he said, looking up at the yellow mare. She was dripping with sweat, making her glisten a bit in the light. He blushed a bit and turned his eyes back to the zipper he was struggling with.

“Yeah man, you really worked us hard today, I’m bust,” Came Fleetfoot’s voice from the other end of the room as she entered, slumping down on a bench.

“Well, thanks both of you, I guess, though you did your parts as well,” Soarin responded and kept fiddling with his zipper. Spitfire rolled her eyes and walked over to him. Rearing up on her hind legs, forelegs resting on his knees, she looked him in the eyes and gave a sly smile.

“Well, we had a good leader today,” she said almost seductively. Soarin blushed a bit, and over at the other end of the room, Fleetfoot could be heard making a hasty exit. “Well, now that she’s gone, let’s get you out of this suit,” Spitfire said and grabbed the zipper in her teeth, slowly pulling it down over Soarin’s chest, exposing his well-toned body. She smiled and kept pulling downwards, the whole time Soarin was just blushing like mad, but he didn’t try to stop her, at least not until she reached the area around his crotch.

“Okay, I think I can take care of it from here,” he said with a sheepish smile and pushed Spitfire away. He quickly got out of his suit and pushed it away. Now fully exposed, Spitfire made sure to take a good look at Soarin’s body. He certainly wasn’t bad-looking, not by a long shot. His light blue body was lean and muscular, especially his wings, which were at their utmost prime, but Spitfire’s attention were on his flanks and hind legs. Spitfire licked her lips and felt an all too familiar burn in her nether regions. Whenever she caught a glimpse of that fine little ass of his she felt like her body was burning up, and she just wanted to pounce him right on the spot and let him have his way with her. She didn’t though, it would seem too unprofessional.

“So, now that that’s off, why don’t we hit the showers,” she said, walking past him towards the shower room, making sure he caught a good glimpse of her flanks, as well as the area covered by her tail. Soarin was beet red by this point, but followed suit. Spitfire smiled, maybe today she’d finally get somewhere with him.

As they stepped into the shower, Spitifire went for the one closest to the wall. The room was rather large, with several showerheads coming out of the walls. Normally pegasi would use storm clouds for this purpose, but the coliseum had chosen to install a system of running water instead. It was somehow more luxurious, though not everypony agreed, especially Soarin. He stepped into the shower next to Spitfire and turned the water on. He winced a bit as the hot water washed over his muscular body, and Spitfire suddenly found herself even more turned on than before. Once he’d adjusted to the warmth, Soarin grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squeezed out a generous amount, then started lathering himself up. Spitfire did the same, never taking her eyes of the stallion. Suddenly, an idea struck her, and a smile crept across her face.

“Hey, Soarin, care to help me out here a bit,” she said as he turned to face her.

“Sure, what do you need?” he asked, blushing again as he laid eyes on Spitfire. She stood with her behind turned to him, looking over her shoulder with a seductive smile on her face, a glint in her eye. Her mane and tail plastered against her body, and her ass cheeks were glistening with water. “Ehhh, what do you need help with, exactly?” Soarin asked completely dumbstruck. Spitfire rolled her eyes, this was getting harder by the second. Could he really be that dense?

“Well,” she said and licked her wet lips, “I can’t reach around the back, would you be a real gentlecolt and help lather up my flank?” she said and blinked, hoping her message would get through.

“Oh, well, sure I guess,” Soarin said, a little taken aback by Spitfire’s choice of word, but nevertheless squeezed out some shampoo in his hoof and went to work on Spitfire, starting with her upper back, slowly making his way down her yellow body. Like the other Wonderbolts, Spitfire was incredibly well-trained. Her back felt hard around the wing muscles, and every time she moved, Soarin could feel the powerful musculature ripple right under her skin. As he kept working his way down, he eventually started massaging Spitfire’s flank. The mare cooed silently to herself as the blue stallion worked her flank.

Soarin made sure to just lather up her flanks and not stray too close to her tail and the goods that hid just behind it. To him, this whole experience was a mixture of embarrassing and slightly arousing, although the latter part was a strange one for him. He liked Spitfire, no question about it, but as far as he was concerned, that liking extended only to friendship. It didn’t seem that way with Spitfire though, and for several weeks now she’d been coming onto him harder and harder after their training sessions. But this, this was taking a whole new turn of events, and Soarin didn’t really know what to think. At the same time though, he couldn’t help but enjoy himself as he massaged the mare’s yellow hindquarters.

Her ass wasn’t quite as well-trained as the rest of her, as hard back muscles gave way to soft femininine pug as Soarin worked her flank.Soarin couldn’t deny that it felt nice, but at the same time he couldn’t help feeling ashamed as well. He knew by this point that Spitfire had feelings for him, that much was sure, but he couldn’t deny that Spitfire was making him slightly uncomfortable too.

“Hey, Soarin,” came Spitfire’s voice, snapping him out of his thoughts, “I think you’ve done more than enough work on my flanks, so why don’t you get a little deeper in there and get me real clean,” she said, lifting her wet tail out of the way, exposing her dripping wet sex. Soarin’s eyes went wide as dinner plates and he fell backwards, scampering across the wet marble floor.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down there, Spitfire, is that what you wanna do? You want me to do…that, to you?”

“Yes! Dammit Soarin, how dense are you actually? Could I be any clearer than this? Get up of the floor and just mount me already you damn hunk!” She said, wiggling her ass at him. Soarin just got on his hooves and backed off.

“Oh man, Spitfire, I didn’t think you liked me that much. I mean, I’ve noticed you teasing me these last few weeks, but-“

“But what? Dammit Soarin, if you’ve noticed it then why the heck haven’t you acted on it? I’m offering myself up here, how many mares would do that, you think? I want you, Soarin, I want you real damn bad!”

Soarin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Not only had Spitfire, his closest friend for many years, been coming onto him, but she wanted him to screw her as well? This was becoming too much for him to handle, and his emotions were running wild.

“But, we’re colleagues,” he stammered, “And besides, workplace relationships are against regulations, we could get in some serious trouble for this!”

“I don’t care about any regulations!” Spitfire shouted, “I’m the captain of the damn Wonderbolts! I don’t need fucking regulations!”

“But…” Soarin’s voice was cut short as Spitfire darted across the room and wrapped her forelegs around him. Before he could react however, she’d already pressed her lips against his, silencing him completely. At first he was stunned, his mind racing, but his body spoke a different language, one he suddenly couldn’t fight any longer. His body went limp, as all the tension that had built up in him began to let go. He didn’t exactly know why, this was a new experience for him, but it all suddenly felt right. Spitfire broke the kiss and looked into Soarin’s eyes.

“How’s that for regulations?” she asked. Soarin just looked at her, speechless, trying to come up with something, but there were no words. In that one moment, the world as he knew it had come to an abrupt halt. All that teasing that he’d just thought of as Spitfire's dirty sense of humor, it all became much clearer now, and he mentally facehoofed for not having realized earlier. Maybe he’d just been too dense, or maybe he’d just thought that Spitfire wouldn’t in any way be interested in him, and that she’d just been, well, teasing him for fun. All those thoughts melted away as he stared deep into her eyes, being replaced by completely different ones. And he liked it.

He kissed her. Grabbing her head with his forelegs he pulled her close and kissed her deeply. It wasn’t something he’d done before, yet something deep inside him seemed to guide him. Spitfire was a little surprised at first, but quickly adjusted to this new turn of events and coaxed him on. Letting him do most of the actual work, Spitfire just tried guiding him in the right directions. She started stroking her tongue against his teeth, and it didn’t take him long to take the hint. He opened his mouth, allowing her tongue to slip in as they locked with each other. The room was slowly becoming louder as the two of them sloppily made out, their wet bodies pressed against each other as they leaned up against the wall. Finally they parted lips, leaving a strand of glistening saliva between them.

“Well, seems you finally got around,” Spitfire panted, “Ready for more?” she asked, looking at Soarin. The stallion smiled at her.

“You tell me,” he said with a grin and nodded downwards. Spitfire narrowed her eyes a little as she felt something pressing against her belly. She looked deep into Soarin’s eyes and grinned.

“Mmm, what’s that I’m feeling, you naughty stallion? Do you have something for me down there?”

“Why don’t you take a look?” Soarin said, raising and eyebrow in a failed attempt at seductiveness. Spitfire just kept smiling and slowly got of him to get a better look at his equipment. Looking down, her eyes suddenly went wide, her mouth agape.

“Whoa, where the heck were you hiding that thing?!” she exclaimed as she got her first ever good look at Soarin’s dick. It was a darker color than the rest of him, a deep dark blue, almost black, that contrasted well with the rest of him, matted with large pink spots. It was large to boot, one of the biggest Spitfire had ever seen, and it was thick. Spitfire’s mouth began to water as she examined it, grabbing it with both hooves she started stroking it, making Soarin gasp.

“What’s wrong, never been touched before?”

“Not by anyone but me, no,” Soarin said sheepishly, “Definitely not by any mares,” he added. Spitfire raised her eyebrows and just looked at him.

“You’re a virgin? No wonder you were so dense to my approaches, you’ve never had a mare come on to you in your life, have you?”

“Not really,” Soarin mumbled, looking off to the side, “I’ve never really had the courage to even ask a mare out, much less ask one for sex,” he continued.

“How do you manage not to lose your mind, I mean, you must’ve had blue balls for like, years-“

“Porn. I…I do a lot of porn,” Soarin said, sounding a bit ashamed to admit such a thing to Spitfire.

“Well then, let’s see if your images could prepare you for the real deal,” Spitfire said and licked her lips. Slowly she brought her head down.

“W-wait, what’re you gonna…oh, never mind” Soarin’s voice trailed off into a gasp as Spitfire took the tip of his penis into her mouth, and slowly took the rest of his length as well. She felt a bit of a strain around her lips as she worked to get his girthy pole all the way inside, but she didn’t let that stop her, and soon she’d taken most of his penis into her mouth. Soarin just groaned in pleasure as Spitfire worked her magic. Once she’d accommodated to the length and girth she started bobbing her head up and down slowly, putting all her skill into giving Soarin a blowjob he’d never forget. She swirled her tongue around his thick dick, savoring what little taste there was, and worked her way upwards until she was licking the tip of his penis. Soarin grunted a little, and Spitfire suddenly felt something in her mouth. A warm, salty taste spread across her tongue. She savored it, making sure to catch every drop of precum that by this point had started oozing out into her mouth. It didn’t exactly taste good, but she licked it up anyway.

Soarin felt like he was in heaven. Spitfire’s mouth enveloped his swollen rod like a moist furnace, hot and slippery around his dick. Every time her tongue lapped his length he gasped and panted. He’d always imagined it would feel good, but this was utterly sensational. As Spitfire kept sucking, Soarin got more confident as well, and slowly he started brushing her mane with his hooves, coaxing her, guiding her. Spitfire didn’t seem to mind, which boosted the stallion’s confidence even further. With a glint in his eye he pushed Spitfire’s head back and looked her in the eyes for a moment.

“Would you mind if we…switched position. I wanna try something too,” he said and slid down on the floor, motioning for Spitfire to lay on top of him. She smiled and stepped over his chest, resting her ass on it, giving him access to her nether regions. Soarin looked almost hypnotized at Spitfire’s cunt. It was a darker yellow than the rest of her, and dripping wet. He craned his neck forward a bit and gave it a long lick, sticking his tongue into her dripping folds a little, tasting Spitfire’s juices. Spitfire moaned a little, and went back to work on Soarin’s member, trusting the stallion would do the best he could on his part. Soarin was indeed inexperienced, but he did his best. He’d watched enough porn in his days to have some slight idea about what mares liked. He stuck his long tongue as deep as he could into Spitfire’s pussy. It didn’t taste as much as he thought it would. It had kind of a raw taste to it, he really couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it tasted like, but he enjoyed it. He kept sloppily licking her moist hole, burrowing his tongue into every fold, occasionally taking it out to suck and nibble on her outer folds, making Spitfire squirm. He pulled the soft skin with his lips, pressing his face into Spitfire’s crotch, his muzzle getting covered in her juices.

While Soarin was working on his end, Spitfire was still busy huffing dong on her end. For a stallion who’d never been blown before, Soarin seemed to have quite the stamina, but Spitfire knew he wouldn’t be far from cumming soon. As she stretched her lips further down along his dick, she decided to step up her game a notch. Bracing herself for it, she started really deepthroating Soarin, taking his entire length down her throat. Soarin’s hoof began tapping against the floor, indicating to Spitfire that she was doing it right. She kept sliding his dick down her throat until her nose was almost touching his balls, and once she was as far down as she possibly could without choking she stayed there, letting the warmth of her throat envelop her lover’s penis.

Soarin loved it. Having his dick buried deep down in Spitfire’s throat felt great, and it was getting harder for him to concentrate on pleasuring Spitfire when he himself felt like he would burst any minute. Despite this, he kept licking, going downwards into her pussy until his tongue made contact with something. Spitfire’s body stiffened up; Soarin had just struck gold, and he knew it. He’d watched enough closeups of mares to know exactly what that fleshy little nub he’d just brushed over was, and what it could do for Spitfire. Wasting no time, he turned his attention from lapping at her folds to focusing on her clit, running his tongue over it time and time again, until Spitfire seemingly couldn’t take it any longer. She slid his cock out of her mouth and leaned her ass into Soarin’s muzzle, completely lost in a world of pleasure.

“Damn, for somepony who’s only been watching porn, the little bastard sure knows how to please a mare,” she thought and gritted her teeth. Soarin noticed that Spitfire wasn’t blowing him any longer and peeked out from behind her ass.

“H-hey, why’d you stop?”

“Why did you stop?” Spitfire responded between heavy panting.

“Cause you did, please, keep going, I’m so damn close. Do me real good, and I promise, I’ll do you a solid one,” Soarin said with a smirk. Spitfire groaned and resumed the blowjob while Soarin went back to her clit. He felt himself getting close by this point, and forced his body to stiffen up, pumping more blood into his penis, making it harder than ever. Spitfire seemed to notice as she grabbed hold of it with one hoof and started massaging Soarin’s balls with the other. Feeling herself drawing closer as well, she tripled her efforts, sucking and slurping on his dick like mad, alternating between licking around the tip and deepthroating him, taking the entire length of his penis into her throat, almost gagging on it in the process. She knew he was getting close, and by Celestia, he was going to go off before she did. Her personal pride depended on it for reasons she couldn’t explain. She suddenly felt his penis twitch a bit and grabbed ahold of it with both hooves. She had a feeling it was going to be needed.

Soarin’s eyes rolled back into his head as he gave of a short yelp. His cockhead flared inside Spitfire’s mouth, filling it up with a sticky torrent of cum. Spitfire was initially shocked, but she didn’t pull away as his dick kept firing spurts of hot semen down her throat. She didn’t have time to taste as she began to swallow, large gulps traveling down her throat as she drank down his fluids that just seemed to keep on coming. Soarin felt a splitting headache going through his head, his entire body tensing up as he humped Spitfire’s mouth best he could as she milked him. While she drank it down, she kept jacking his penis with both hooves, causing him to let out one last massive torrent into her mouth, which became too much for the poor mare. A gush of cum exploded out of her mouth, covering Soarin’s balls and the floor tiles. Spitfire gasped for air as cum dribbled from her mouth in long strands. She panted heavily. Then her body tensed up again.

Soarin had regained his senses and was rapidly lapping away at Spitfire’s clit. His head hurt like mad from cumming so hard, and his body was more than spent, but he’d made the promise that he’d make Spitfire feel good, and by Celestia, he was going to keep it. Not wasting any time, he wrapped his lips around her swollen clit and began swirling his tongue around it in fast motions. Spitfire’s body began shaking, and she was panting harder and harder by each passing second, until finally her body tensed up as well, and she let out an ear piercing shriek that echoed through the shower room as she came. A torrent of fluid gushed out of Spitfire’s cunt, soaking Soarin’s muzzle completely. He tried his best to lap it up, but it just kept coming, making it hard for him to even breathe as he laid his head back and just let Spitfire’s love juice shower all over his face and neck. After a good thirty seconds or so Spitfire finally relaxed her muscles and slumped down on Soarin’s stomach, her head resting beside his now flaccid dick in a small pool of his cum.

They lay there for an untold length of time, basking in the afterglow of the act. They were both utterly spent, Soarin slightly more than Spitfire, and neither said anything for a long time. After a while, Spitfire began moving a little, turning around on top of Soarin, coming face to face with him. They looked one another in the eye and gave satisfied smiles, their faces still partially drenched in each other’s juices. Soarin’s muzzle had taken on a slightly darker color from being sprayed with Spitfire’s orgasm, and small traces of his cum still remained on Spitfire’s cheek. He didn’t care, neither did she, and they met in another kiss. This time they weren’t as sloppy, and they didn’t use much tongue. Instead they just kissed each other gently, as a sign of a job well done on both parts. Once they parted they looked into each other’s eyes again.

“So,” Spitfire began, “How was that for a first time?” Soarin didn’t answer at first and gave her another small kiss.

“That was freaking amazing, I didn’t know you had a side like that, Spitfire,” he said, panting slightly at every word.

“Oh, there’s more to this Wonderbolt than you might think. Now why don’t we hit the showers like we were supposed, I don’t know about me, but you smell like cunt right now,” she said and slowly got up. Soarin followed suit, moving carefully, as each step he took made his head hurt. He winced.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Spitfire asked.

“Just a headache. Came so hard, my body wasn’t ready for it I guess,” he responded. Spitfire cocked her head a little and looked at the small pool of cum on the floor.

“Yeah, you came quite a bit,” she said and smiled again, “You must’ve been saving up that load for a while, didn’t you?”

Soaring snickered a bit and blushed. “Yeah, that was about a week’s worth. I was going to save it for tonight, but thanks to you it looks like I don’t have to wait that long.”

Spitfire raised her eyebrows again. “You clop only once a week? My gosh man, what the heck is wrong with you?” she asked with a slight hint of shock in her voice.

“Well, let’s just say I like shooting a lot, makes me feel like a real stallion,” Soarin said with a smirk. Spitfire just rolled her eyes.

“Well then, Mr. ‘real’ stallion, how about helping me out in the shower like I asked you to before?” she said and stepped under the running water.

They spent quite a while showering, getting all the sticky out of their fur and wash away the smell, but even after three sub sequential scrubbings the smell of sex still lingered over both of them. Shrugging, Soarin reached for the shampoo again, squeezing out what little he could out of it and started lathering Spitfire up, rubbing his hooves all over her wet body, her chest, her belly, even over her teats. Once she was all lathered up she’d turn around, grinding herself against him, using her own body like a sponge to lather him up as well, all the while kissing him deeply, running her hooves through his wet mane.

“So,” she began, “Not exactly how you expected to spend the afternoon, did ya?” she said with a grin looking into Soarin’s eyes.

Soarin just shook his head slightly. “Not really,” he said and pecked her on the lips, “But I’m glad you talked me into it,” he added.

“More like forced you into it. Kinda unprofessional if you think about it,” she said with a smile, “I hope you were okay with it.”

“I am now,” Soarin said, and they both snickered a bit and kissed again. Breaking the kiss, Spitfire looked at her lover.

“Can I ask something though?” she said.

“Sure.”

“How the heck did you become so good, seeing as how you’ve never done it before today?”

“Well, let’s just say I had a great leader,” Soarin said, smirking.

“What, you mean those magazines? Look, I’m not that stupid, Soarin, I know those things aren’t about teaching stallions how to please mares, just-“

Her voice was cut as Soarin placed a hoof on her lips to silence her. He looked her deep in the eyes as he spoke.

“I wasn’t talking about the magazines,” he said and removed his hoof. Spitfire didn’t say anything, Soarin’s eyes conveyed all the answers she ever needed. She just grinned.

“Come here, you,” she said and locked lips with him again, sloppily this time. Soarin leaned in and kissed Spitfire deeply. He closed his eyes, savoring this moment in time. It was like flying, during that moment when he’d stop before he fell, when time just stopped for him to enjoy. But this time he didn’t fall, and in that moment in time he found himself in something better than he could’ve ever dreamed. He pulled Spitfire closer as the water trickled over them, pulling her deeper into the kiss.

This was a lot better than flying.