Unprofessional

Very unprofessional

Soarin fumbled with his keys before managing to get the door unlocked. Stepping aside, he opened it and allowed Spitfire to step inside. Despite his efforts to stay cool, Soarin’s nervous jitters stood in sharp contrast to Spitfire’s curiousity. Spitfire had never been in Soarin’s home before. Outside of work the Wonderbolts rarely saw much of each other. Not that they didn’t hang out on occassion, but they didn’t regularly come to visit one another.

It had taken a lot of convincing from Spitfire to have Soarin agree to do this, as he’d been pretty reserved about her coming over to his place, which struck Spitfire as a little bit odd. He hadn’t been hard to win over back in the shower the other day, so why was letting her into his home such a big deal?

Stepping into the hall, Spitfire didn’t notice anything that stuck out. The hall was rather spacious, with a few coat hangers and a mirror hanging on the wall. It seemed a lot bigger than was necessary for one stallion, but Spitfire wasn’t about to start complaining. If this was going to turn into something more serious later down the line, which she hoped, she was glad that he at least had a place big enough for two.

It was a rather large, elegant two story house located at the edge of Cloudsdale, in one of the smaller suburbs away from the more lively parts of the city. The area was rather peaceful, although Spitfire had a feeling that before the day was over, at least Soarin’s place would be livened up a bit.

“Nice place you’ve got here,” she said, stepping into the hall and looking around. Soarin closed the door behind them and joined soon, walking up beside Spitfire.

“Well, it’s not much, but it’s home. Come on, I’ll show you around the place,” he said stepping further into the house. Spitfire followed closely, walking a bit behind Soarin so as to get a good view of him. While Soarin went on about the house, Spitfire was lost in her own little world, watching Soarin’s hindquarters as he showed her around. She usually only got a good view of Soarin flying, and seeing him walk, with that well trained flank swaying back and forth, made Spitfire lick her lips.

As they passed through the living room, Spitfire stopped for a while to look around. For somepony who lived alone, she was a bit surprised at just how clean the place seemed. Walking around the room a bit she felt a little strange, this wasn’t how she’d expected things to be. The living room was the biggest room in the house so far, with a large sofa tucked up against the wall along with some cloud cushions, a large glass table, and at the other end of the room stood a couple of large bookshelves and a flat screen TV. The whole place looked exactly like what she would’ve expected from a single stallion, but it didn’t feel like it.

“Well, what do you think?” Soarin asked, “Not too shabby for a single stallion, right?” he said with a smirk, looking around the room. He was glad that he’d been able to convince Spitfire to wait a day before coming over. It had given him just enough time to get the place cleaned up. He didn’t want to give a bad first impression.

“It’s... not really what I expected,” Spitfire said, examining the bookshelves. They were packed with books that Spitfire had a feeling were mostly decorations. She didn’t expect Soarin to actually read most of them.

“Well, what did you expect, then?” Soarin asked as he walked up to Spitfire.

“I don’t know... Maybe a bit of a mess?” she said, blushing a little, hoping Soarin wouldn’t take that the wrong way. To her relief, Soarin just chuckled. “What’s so funny?”

“You expected me to be a stereotypical single colt? What, did you think you were going to find stacks of pizza boxes and mountains of soda cans around the house? Please, give me some credit, Spitfire,” Soarin said, lightly bumping Spitfire’s side. Spitfire blushed even harder and pretended to take an interest in the numerous books. Scanning across them she came across several titles about aerodynamics, flying techniques, cloud handling, the usual stuff one might expect from an elite flyer. She also noticed several cookbooks, making her raise an eyebrow.

“You…do a lot of cooking?”

Sorain sighed a little and motioned for Spitfire to sit down. She moved over to the couch and sat down, with Soarin sitting down on the other end.

“Well, mom wouldn’t let me out of the house until I could cook for myself, and dad didn’t really get to say anything, so I was more or less forced to learn in order to get out of there,” Soarin said, rolling his eyes. Spitfire stifled a snicker. “Look, it’s okay if you wanna laugh at it,” Soarin continued, “I get how stupid it sounds.”

“No, it’s, actually kinda cute when you think about it,” Spitfire said, “Sounds like you really have caring parents.”

“Well, sometimes I wish they were a little less caring actually. Mom always worried that I’d end up like my brother, and dad more or less forced me into the Bolts to make up for his own failures,” Soarin said, “Not that I’m not grateful to him, heck if he hadn’t pushed me like he did, we probably wouldn’t be having this conversation right now, but still…” he added, trailing of. Spitfire took the moment to scoot over and snuggle up against him while his mind was elsewhere. Soarin jumped a little at Spitfire’s touch, but once he’d adjusted he wrapped his forehooves around her.

They sat in silence for an untold amount of time, the only sounds coming from their breathing. Spitfire leaned her head against Soarin’s chest, shivering a bit every time he inhaled and his chest swelled up. She snuggled closer, burying her muzzle into the soft fur and taking in what little scent there was. To anypony else he probably just smelled like any other stallion, but for her, Soarin smelled like home. She almost felt like a little filly again, snuggling up with her parents and siblings, feeling like nothing could touch her and that they would keep her safe. She hadn’t felt it for a long time, but right now, those feelings came creeping back in. She couldn’t say why, or even understand it, but Soarin somehow made her feel safe. Safe and horny.

Lowering her head a little, Spitfire ran the tip of her tongue over Soarin’s upper belly, stopping ocassionally to tug a little at his fur and skin, making his whole body twitch. Slowly she made her way up his chest and neck, leaving a trail of little dark blue patches in his fur until she found herself face to face with him. Not wasting time they locked lips, going slowly at first with only light pecks, but quickly escalating once they’d gotten into the rhythm. Soarin felt Spitfire’s tongue dancing across his teeth, begging for entrance into his mouth, and Soarin was only happy to oblige. Within seconds their tongues were locked, swirling and writhing around each other, fighting for dominance. The living room echoed with sloppy, messy sounds as they made out, grinding against each other, their arousal building by the second. They finally stopped for a moment and parted, leaving a thin string of saliva between them. They panted slightly, Soarin especially since he was still getting the hang of it.

Spitfire looked him in the eyes and smiled. “Well, now you have another caring pony in your life,” she said, making Soarin smile slyly, “And this one also has high expectations of you,” she added. Soarin just kept his sly smile and pulled Spitfire closer.

“What if I’m a bad colt? What if I don’t live up to your expectations?” He asked playfully.

“Well, let’s just say I have ways of dealing with bad little colts. But I don’t think you are one. I think that with the right amount of conditioning, we can probably turn you out just right…” Spitfire said and pushed Soarin back into the cushions before straddling his stomach, locking him in another kiss. She was more aggressive this time, instantly taking control and jamming her tongue inside Soarin’s mouth, pushing his own tongue down. He quickly caught her drift and wrapped his hooves around her back, forcing her to roll over. Now he was the dominant one. Grabbing Spitfire’s head he wrestled his tongue out of her grip and continued kissing her, swirling his flexible tongue around, never giving her the opportunity to catch him. Spitfire was growing aroused and playfully irritated at her lover’s tenacity and forced him up against the back of the sofa where she once again had him pinned. They kept going for a few minutes before parting again, both of them now panting heavily, droplets of sweat running down their necks.

“See, you aren’t so bad, you just need a little encouragement,” Spitfire said, poking Soarin in the chest.

“Well, I guess you’re right, you’ve certainly encouraged some parts of me,” Soarin said and glanced down towards Spitfire’s crotch area. Spitfire cocked an eyebrow and smiled. She’d felt Soarin get hard while they were making out, and now she was grinding herself against his length, leaving a wet trail of arousal along it. “Aren’t you gonna do anything about that?” Soarin asked as he slowly lay back against the soft cushions, pulling Spitfire down with him until they lay belly to belly, his hardened member poking at the base of Spitfire’s tail.

“Oh no, not this time,” Spitfire said, “This time I want you to get me to go down on you.”

Soarin snickered a bit and put on his best begging face. “Please?”

“Nope, begging isn’t gonna cut it. You’re gonna have to do a little more than that,” Spitfire said, pulling Soarin’s fore hooves up, placing them against her shoulders, hoping he’d catch on.

“Oh, so you wanna to do it like that…” Soarin said as he started pushing Spitfire down his body. She planted little kisses all over his chest as she went down, occasionally nibbling at certain spots, making Soarin squeal like a little colt. As she got down to his belly, Soarin sat up against the pillows when his hooves wouldn’t reach from his lying position, and put his hooves on top of her head. As Spitfire passed over the mid-section of his belly she planted a kiss on it, causing Soarin’s leg to kick.

“What the hell…?” Spitfire said, glancing at Soarin’s still twitching leg.

“Sorry,” Soarin said sheepishly. Spitfire didn’t linger on it, as she’d finally reached her prize. Leaning closer, nudging the soft flesh of his member and feeling the hardness just underneath the skin, she moved her muzzle upwards, taking in his scent. She kept at it for a while, rubbing her muzzle against his dick, occasionally giving it a slight lick, but never taking it into her mouth. Soarin groaned a bit, longing for Spitfire to blow him again. Last time had been amazing, and he couldn’t wait to re-live the experience.

“Hey…are you going to do it or what?” Soarin asked, looking down at Spitfire with a pleading look. His member was so hard by this point it almost hurt, begging for relief.

“I said you’d have to do more than begging, and I meant it,” Spitfire said as she held Soarin’s dick between her hooves, giving it the occasional lick so it wouldn’t go soft on her. Taking the hint, Soarin moved his hooves behind her head, pulling her into his crotch, his dick pressing against her chin. Spitfire smiled and started going up until the tip of Soarin’s dick pressed against her lips. She stuck out her tongue and gave an affectionate lick around the tip, before opening her mouth wider. For a moment, Soarin lost control over his actions. Driven by lust that overshadowed his instincts and common decency, he grabbed hold of Spitfire’s head and forced his cock into her mouth.

Even though he’d done exactly what she’d hoped, Spitfire was still a bit taken by Soarin’s sudden initiative. Her mouth quickly filled up with his meat, and she fought the urge to gag as his long dick hit the back of her throat. She clenched her eyes shut and focused on breathing. After what seemed like a small eternity, Soarin finally let go of her head, allowing her to slide his dick out of her mouth with a slight gasp. She didn’t say anything, and once she’d caught her breath she started fellating him hard, taking his dick deep into her mouth again and again, while occasionally pulling it out to give it a hard lick.

Soarin was completely lost in his own pleasure, panting as the warm wetness of Spitfire’s mouth envelop his member again and again. He still held his hooves against her head, but Spitfire seemed to be going by herself at this point, and he was just going along for the ride. He wasn’t usually aggressive by nature, but something about making Spitfire go down on him had made him feel good. Even though she’d been coaxing him, wanting him to be more assertive, he still felt strangely good with being dominant. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he felt the tip of his cock being buried deep inside Spitfire’s mouth again. Deciding to not let her down, he pulled her head close again and started rocking his hips back and forth, lightly humping her face as she blew him.

On her end, Spitfire was highly enjoying herself. Even though she was currently only giving and not receiving, she felt glad that Soarin took some initiative of his own that she didn’t need to encourage him to. Letting herself relax for a bit, she allowed Soarin to do his thing, feeling his hard cock slid back and forth over her tongue as he humped her face. Seeing how he handled himself pretty good on his own, Spitfire slid a hoof down between her hind legs and started rubbing herself. She was slightly wet already, getting her hoof damp as she rubbed her swollen clit, sending a tingling sensation throughout her body. It was a bit hard at first, pleasuring herself while also pleasuring Soarin, but she soon found a rhythm. For several minutes they lay on the couch, their moans echoing throughout the house, the scent of their bodies growing thick in the air.

Unlike their previous encounter, Soarin felt his orgasm draw closer much faster this time around. Humping Spitfire’s throat, allowing him to be in control, was becoming a huge turn-on, and he could feel the familiar tingle in the base of his cock that signaled what was about to happen. Deciding to pick up his game he once again grabbed Spitfire’s head, just behind her ears, and humped a little faster, his dick sliding across Spitfire’s moist tongue, hitting her in the back of the throat. This time, Spitfire wasn’t taken by Soarin’s actions and just let him do his thing. Aching for release, he humped her face faster and faster, pressure building in his balls by the second as his orgasm approached. Gritting his teeth and clenching his eyes shut he began furiously thrusting Spitfire’s mouth, the yellow mare trying to keep up while pleasuring herself as well, which was getting harder and harder to do. With the thick meat sliding in and out of her mouth, Spitfire had a hard enough time focusing on her own pleasure as well as focusing on not getting choked. Soarin’s cock was putting a strain on her mouth and throat. Her lips were a bit sore from the rough treatment, and having to breathe through her nose was no picnic either. She clenched her eyes a bit. Hearing Soarin pant as he neared his orgasm, Spitfire felt she’d had enough. He wasn’t going to get this one that easily, not like this. She wanted the whole experience, and when Spitfire wanted something, she got it. Her train of thought was interrupted as Soarin grunted loudly, a long moan escaping his lips. Setting her thoughts aside, Spitfire braced for the incoming load, knowing if it was anything like the one he’d had the day before, she was in for a ride. She was not mistaken.

With one final thrust Soarin came, a sticky torrent of cum exploding into Spitfire’s mouth as his cockhead swelled inside her mouth, forcing her to swallow the first spurt. She fought to breathe as Soarin kept firing shot after shot of his warm seed down her throat, her stomach filling up by the second. Finally she couldn’t take any more and yanked her head backwards, feeling a strain on her lips as Soarin’s flared cockhead slipped out of her mouth with a wet *pop*, the sensation causing him to fire another small load that landed in Spitfire’s face, a strand of white running down her forehead and nose. Spitfire was panting heavily, regaining her breath slowly but surely. Thick strands of saliva mixed with cum hung from her lips, droplets if it landing on the couch and floor. Soarin fell backwards, panting heavily. He felt wonderful, like a massive load had, literally, been taken of off him. Or rather out of him. Once his breathing returned to normal he glanced up, only to find Spitfire glaring at him from her spot right beneath his balls, strands of cum still clinging to her lips.

“Heh…hey, are you okay down there?” Soarin asked sheepishly. Spitfire didn’t respond and raised a hoof, wiping away some of the excess cum from her lips, wiping it of on the cloud floor. She kept glaring at him for a moment and then climbed up towards Soarins face with a determined look in her eye. Soarin felt a little nervous as Spitfire approached him, rubbing her hooves into his chest as she did.

“Oh I’m just fine, how about you, do you feel good?” Spitfire asked with a sly smile creeping over her cum stained lips.

“I…feel amazing,” Soarin answered hesitantly, droplets of sweat forming on the back of his head.

“That’s good to hear, though I hope you’ve still got some juice left in ya,” Spitfire said, licking her lips.

“Ehh, Spitfire, what’re you getting at here…?” Soarin asked. Spitfire’s eyes narrowed a little, a wicked smile spreading across her lips.

“I still haven’t had an orgasm yet, and I’m not leaving until you give me one. Now get your lazy ass into the bedroom, cause we’re gonna have some real fun, you and I,” Spitfire said, putting a hoof under Soarin’s chin, lifting his gaze to her level. “Some good, old fashioned Equestrian fun.”

Soarin swallowed.

***

Soarin landed on the queen size bed with a thud as Spitfire pushed him down on, almost hitting his head on the frame before she jumped up to join him, straddling over his chest. He panted slightly, having been given very little time to recover from the blowjob before Spitfire had literally dragged him into the bedroom, his dick having retreated back into his sheath. Glancing up he was met by Spitfire’s playful gaze. She seemed almost radiant in the afternoon light streaming in from the windows, her wings flaring, the sunlight reflecting in every feather. She looked down at Soarin from her spot on top of him and grinned.

“Nice place you’ve got here,” she said, looking around the room. She wasn’t just saying it to make him feel good, his bedroom was actually rather well kept, with the bed tucked up against the wall along with a couple of nightstands on each side. Looking out the window she could see the ground below, and of in the distance she could almost make out the shape of some mountains. It was a nice view, although she was the only one enjoying it. Looking down again she was met by Soarin’s big green eyes looking up at her. She smiled and leaned down. “Nice view you’ve got too.”

Soarin blushed slightly as Spitfire leaned closer. “T-thanks,” was all he managed to say. “I try to keep it cleaned up, but-“ he was cut off by Spitfire placing a hoof to his lips.

“I wasn’t talking about the scenic view, silly,” she said jokingly as Soarin’s face grew beet red.

“Oh, sorry, I…I didn’t mean to make it sound like that, I just-“ Spitfire silenced him again.

“Relax, I’m just teasing ya. You really have a lot to learn, don’t you, Soarin?” Spitfire said and pecked him on the nose, making him rub it like he was about to sneeze. Spitfire snickered. “In fact, I think we’d better start right now,” she said, scooting forward a bit until her crotch was only inches from Soarin’s face. Soarin glanced up at her and was met with a sly smile. “Go ahead,” Spitfire said seductively, “I’m all yours. Be a good little stallion and eat me out, will ya?” Noticing that Soarin had once again reverted into his denseness she rolled her eyes and just spoke clearly.

“Lick!”

Snapping out of his little trance, Soarin leaned forward, taking in the sight and scent of Spitfire’s sex. She smelled heavenly, a powerful musky scent making its way into Soarin’s nostrils as he inhaled deeply. Slowly he brushed his muzzle against her nethers, sending a small jolt through Spitfire’s body, before sticking his tongue out, sliding it from the base of her slit all the way to the top. Spitfire grunted ever so slightly as the tip of Soarin’s tongue brushed over her clit. Going slow, Soarin kept giving small licks all over the outside of Spitfire’s pussy, occasionally sliding his tongue inside her folds and over her clit, trying to find a rhythm. He wasn’t as aggressive as he’d been the first time, and instead focused on trying to tease Spitfire as much as possible.

Spitfire was enjoying herself best she could. Soarin didn’t seem to know exactly what to do, which preplexed her a bit. During their first encounter, Soarin had proven himself to be quite good at eating her out, and she was noticing a slight lack of that right now. Instead of going directly for her clit, Soarin seemed content with just lapping her on the outside, and she wasn’t going to have it. Looking down at him and meeting his gaze, she spoke.

“Stop teasing and go for it already. You still know how to do this, don’t you?” Spitfire said. Soarin just looked at her for a moment, then narrowed his eyes a little.

“As you wish…” he said, burying his muzzle deep within her folds, electing a little jump from Spitfire. Picking up his pace, Soarin dove into her cunt with hard licks, sucking on her outer lips one moment, while swirling his tongue around her opening the next. He was sloppy and uncoordinated, giving her broad licks, his wide tongue sliding over her clit. Spitfire liked it. It wasn’t the best she’d ever had, but what Soarin lacked in skill he made up for by sheer determination. Leaning backwards a bit and resting on her forehooves, Spitfire allowed Soarin full acess to her nethers. Her body was getting warmer by each passing minute, small beads of sweat running down her forehead.

“Mmm, that’s good, but I think you can do better,” Spitfire said in a low voice, sliding a hoof down onto Soarin’s head and ruffled his mane a little. Pulling his head forward she forced his face deeper into her crotch, forcing him to open his mouth more. Sliding his tongue deep into her folds he could feel her entrance against the tip, and with some effort he managed to get part of it into her, effectively penetrating her. Spitfire moaned a little as she felt Soarin’s powerful tongue slide its way into her tunnel, writhing around as he tried penetrating her with it. She squirmed a little on top of him, grinding her ass against his chest as his tongue kept slithering in and out of her hole, the breath from his nose making the fur on her crotch move back and forth as he inhaled and exhaled. His breath felt chilly against her fur, making her body tingle. It tickled, making Spitfire snicker a little.

“H-hey, stop that,” she said playfully. Soarin glanced up at her and leaned back, pulling his tongue out of her wet folds.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked almost cautiously.

“Heh, no, it’s just that your breath tickles,” Spitfire said with a slight laugh.

“Oh really…you like being tickled, Spitfire?” Soarin asked with a glint in his eye, licking his lips and getting them covered in some of her juices.

Without warning Soarin returned his attention to Spitfire’s nether regions, blowing a thin stream of air over the area just underneath her stomach, making her giggle like a schoolfilly.

“Nnnngh, stop that…” Spitfire whined, although Soarin wouldn’t listen. Instead he rubbed his nose on the inside of her thigh, just slightly, but enough to make her squirm, occasionally nibbling her fur a little, making her whole body twitch.

“Dammit, Soarin…Oh! S-stop teasing and go back to eating me out will y-ahhh!” Spitfire moaned and giggled as Soarin kept brushing and nibbling at the sensitive insides of her legs, while sometimes surprising her by flicking his tongue over her clit, making her jump. Slowly, Spitfire began rolling of Soarin’s chest as he pushed into her nethers, being unable to maintain her sitting position. Soarin followed her as she went, never taking his head out of her crotch, nibbling at her inner thighs as she lay down on the bed. With a satisfied sigh, Spitfire laid back, pulling her forehooves up, splaying her legs for Soarin.

Despite him not going for her pussy any longer, Spitfire was still enjoying herself and allowed Soarin to explore her, trying his best to find ways to make her tick. His soft motions against her fur sent tingles throughout her body. It tickled like mad, but still felt arousing in a strange way. He didn’t forget about his main goal though, and just when Spitfire felt things were starting to go stale he would go back to giving her pussy some well-deserved attention, snapping her out of her boredom by a well-placed flick over her clit.

Spitfire squirmed and rolled from side to side as Soarin did his thing, feeling pleasantly relaxed and excited at the same time. Closing her eyes and pulling her forehooves up she felt wonderful, and while she was still miles away from cumming she was content with letting the little bastard go at it. She giggled a little as she felt him move upwards over her crotch, her eyes opening wide as she felt his soft touch against her teats, his hot breath washing over them like a warm blanket. She bit her lip a little as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking at it and swirling his tongue around it, followed by slightly tugging at it until he let it go with a wet *pop*. Barely had he let go of one before moving over to the next, repeating the procedure while giving her little nibs. He bit and nibbled at her teats, not enough for it to hurt, but still enough to make her feel it. Spitfire winced. Soarin then took the whole teat into his mouth, sucking on it while occasionally giving it a little love bite, making Spitfire tense up.

“How am I doing?” Soarin asked, as he let go of Spitfire’s wet teat and looking up at her. Spitfire looked back at him through half closed eyes, panting a little.

“Mmm, you’re doing fine…just fine,” she said and leaned back as Soarin went downwards again, returning his attention to her pussy and dove in, shoving his tongue as deep inside her as he could, savoring the taste of her juices and the rawness of her cunt. He found it hard to pinpoint what she tasted like. It wasn’t the kind of ‘sweetness’ he’d so often herd ponies describe it as, but rather just kind of fleshy and raw. He still enjoyed it, swirling his tongue around, feeling her muscles tense and relax as he kept eating her out.

They kept at it for a while, with Soarin penetrating Spitfire orally while she just lay there. However, boredom soon kicked in for both of them, Spitfire trying to encourage Soarin to go a bit faster by humping his tongue a little. Wanting to spice things up, Soarin removed his tongue from Spitfire’s dripping pussy and started going lower on her, taking in the scent of her cunt as he moved southwards.

Spitfire’s eyes shot wide open as she felt the tip of Soarin’s muzzle press against a certain part of her body that seldom received much attention. Wincing a bit, she gasped as Soarin carefully extended his tongue again, gently prodding at her ass.

“Ehm, S-Soarin, please go easy there, will you, that’s virgin territory for me,” Spitfire said, followed by a small yelp as Soarin gave her ass a broad lick. It truly was a new kind of feeling for her, as none of the stallions she’d been with so far had been willing to go down on her like this, making her both uneasy and a little bit excited.

Soarin went slow, only taking small licks on the outside of her tight hole, not wanting to push his luck. Knowing that this was new even for Spitfire he didn’t go any further for now, sticking to gently flicking at her outside of her ring with his tongue. Unlike her pussy, her ass didn’t taste much of anything and felt rather dry as his tongue gently pressed against it, lubing it up. Quickly losing interest in it, he returned to licking her cunt. Feeling his cock swelling in his sheath, Soarin decided to ramp up his game. Without warning he gave Spitfire a broad lick, rolling his tongue over her clit until the tip flicked over her small nub, causing Spitfire to moan again. Then, while she was still a little dazed, Soarin dove in, wrapping his lips around her swollen clit and sucked on it hard, earning a sharp gasp from Spitfire. He proceeded to swirl his tongue around her clit, making her whole body tremble from the sudden rush of pleasure going through her body like an electric current.

Spitfire breathed hard as Soarin assaulted her clit with powerful licks. He had absolutely no sense of pace or rhythm, just a lot of quick motions. But she loved it. After the teasing and the experimentation, it felt so good that Soarin was finally doing something he’d proven to be quite good at, and Spitfire squirmed and writhed as Soarin viciously sucked and licked her swollen clit. Feeling her wings spread out underneath her she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. She felt her nethers warming up, pressure building in her entire lower body as she ached for release.

Soarin was really getting into it as he sucked Spitfire’s clit, swirling his tongue around it slowly, tugging ever so slightly at it with his lips. His wings were flaring, their muscles tensing as a sign of absolute horniness. His cock had slipped out of its sheath and was once again rock hard, twitching and dripping precum onto the mattress, a dark spot slowly forming on the white cloud.

“S-Soarin…don’t make me wait any longer,” came Spitfire’s panting voice, “Come on, be a good little stallion and make me cum,” she winced, wrapping her hind legs around Soarin’s neck, holding him tight and forcing his muzzle against her pussy. Soarin’s jaw was starting to wear out, his tongue going numb. His mouth felt a bit dry when Spitfire pushed him inside. Deciding that she was going to cum then and there, Soarin pushed his forehooves under Spitfire’s legs and shoved, sending her entire lower body into the air so that only her upper back was still lying on the mattress. Before Spitfire could say anything, Soarin resumed his furious assault on her clit, flicking his tongue in rapid motions over it as Spitfire’s panting grew faster.

“Soarin, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…nghh!” Spitfire moaned. Wanting to try his luck just a little more, Soarin bit down a little on her clit, not enough to harm her, but enough to make her squirm hard as he resumed flicking his tongue over her swollen button. It did the trick.

Spitfire let loose a hoarse shriek as the mixture of pain and pleasure made her cum, her entire body tensing up for a moment as the pressure reached breaking point. Sorain’s cheek was splashed with a small squirt of her juices that slowly trickled down her stomach, some of it even landing on her own cheek. She bit her lip hard and winced as she came.

Soarin was at first a bit taken aback by Spitfire’s screaming, but it didn’t stop him from finishing what he’d started. He let go of her clit and started messily lapping at the juices flowing out of her, gently lowering her body down.

Spitfire soon recovered from her orgasm. With half closed eyes she looked down to see Soarin still licking gently at her cunt, sucking on her outer lips trying to get the last drops of juice off of her. He stopped once he noticed Spitfire looking at him.

“So, how was it?” he asked.

“Well, it was okay, not the best I’ve had, but still adequate,” she said with a smile. Soarin looked a little glum, hoping she’d be more satisfied. “But you do get an A for effort. Now, stop being so down and come on, there’s one more thing we need to do,” Spitfire said, flicking her tail a little.

Rolling of the bed and putting her forehooves on it, she motioned for Soarin to follow, which he eagerly did. His erection pulsed as he moved around Spitfire; it almost hurt. Finally he found himself right behind her, Spitfire flicking her tail out of the way to exposed her still dripping, winking cunt to him. She glanced back with a glint in her eye.

“Alright rookie, this is it,” she said, putting on a bit of her attitude from the Wonderbolt’s training camp, “You’ve proven yourself capable enough, so it’s time to see how you handle yourself when it comes to the real deal. Come on now, mount me,” she said seductively, wiggling her rump at him, her flame colored tail swinging back and forth over her opening.

Wasting no time, Soarin eagerly reared up, practically jumping onto Spitfire’s back, grabbing her with his powerful forehooves.

“Whoa, whoa, easy now,” Spitfire said with a chuckle, “Don’t go and blow your load before we’re even started. Take it slow, it’s not a race,” she continued, feeling his throbbing dick poking at her inner thigh. “Now, go a little bit higher.”

Soarin did as he was told, moving his dick upwards, the tip sliding over Spitfire’s slit. He could feel the heat radiating from it. “Like this?” he asked.

“A little higher…a little more,” Spitfire said as she guided him. Her eyes suddenly went wide. “Hello! That’s a little too high!”

“What, did I do something wrong?” Soarin asked cautiously.

“You’re poking my ass, silly,” Spitfire said playfully.

“Oh, sorry about that.”

“It’s okay big guy, who knows, maybe I’ll let you try that one too sometime,” Spitfire said, a drop of sweat running down her neck.

“You mean that?”

“We’ll see, now stop talking and get going already!” Spitfire said, guiding Soarin into position. “Alright, now just ease it in there, and don’t stop, I want the whole thing, every inch of it,” Spitfire said. “And don’t start humping until I say so, don’t wanna blow your load too soon.”

“But…” Soarin hesitated a bit, “What if I’m no good at this?”

Spitfire sighed. “It’s your first time, stupid. Don’t worry about it, I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

With that, Soarin leaned forward, pressing his throbbing dick against Spitfire’s opening, stifling a gasp as he parted her lips, pushing himself into her. He panted heavily as he pushed deep into Spitfire’s moist tunnel, feeling it grip around his dick as he went deeper until he bottomed out. His body shook a little as he stood for a moment, getting used to the warm sensation.

“You’re trembling,” Spitfire said, feeling Soarin’s hot breath against the nape of her neck.

“Can’t…help it. Celestia damn it, this feels good,” Soarin said, panting.

“Well, it’s about to feel a whole lot better. Now, just go slow, don’t want to-“ Spitfire’s words were cut of as Soarin pulled back a bit before slamming into her with a powerful thrust. “Nevermind…” Spitfire mumbled as Soarin started humping her. He didn’t take it slow like she’d told him, but she wouldn’t hold it against him, and Spitfire decided to just go along for the ride, hoping he’d make it last just a little. She winced a little as her tunnel was stretched again and again, and despite not getting a whole lot of pure pleasure out of it she still liked it. It’d been quite a while since she’d been with somepony, and it felt good to being penetrated again. She laid her head down against the soft mattress as Soarin slammed into her again, biting her lip a little.

Soarin was lost in pure bliss as he furiously humped Spitfire, the heat and wetness of her cunt driving him crazy. He breathed fast, pulling his dick back only to slam it back in again, the feeling of her flesh tightening around it driving him. He’d imagined how it’d feel many times in his life, but the real thing beat all his fantasies by miles. It was a little hard finding a rhythm, gyrating his hips was also a new thing, but he felt he was doing pretty good. Spitfire moaning beneath him made him feel proud. Her cunt was grabbing around his dick like a wrench, his thick pole filling her up as he kept pumping. He pressed his forehooves into Spitfire’s sides in an awkward attempt at a loving embrace, his hot breath causing the small hairs on her neck to move back and forth. Spitfire giggled a little at the ticklish sensation.

Spitfire lay there and took it. She kept biting her lower lip, leaving small teeth marks in the flesh. She was sweating, her back feeling completely drenched around the area where Soarin was grinding himself against her. She panted fast, as each thrust from Soarin took the air out of her, stretching her love tunnel like she’d never experienced before. Sure she’d been with other stallions, many of them a lot bigger than Soarin, but none had ever given her this particular kind of sensation before. Maybe it was because he’d been a virgin up until this point, that he’d never been given the chance to develop any finer skill, and compensated for it by screwing like there was no tomorrow. Even though he wasn’t the best, right now he was just what she needed. A shiver running through her body snapped Spitfire out of her thoughts, brought on by the wet sensation of Soarin’s tongue going over her neck, followed by him nibbling at her skin. She winced as he bit down, grabbing a sizeable piece of her neck skin in his mouth. It hurt, but in a good way. She could almost see herself getting into this sort of thing.

Soarin didn’t know why he’d just bit Spitfire. He’d just planned to lick her, but instead, something deep inside his mind had driven him to go further. He kept furiously ramming into her, with each thrust he found himself pushing hard with his hind legs, pressing his dick upwards into Spitfire, forcing her to move closer to the bed until only her rump and hind legs were still on the floor. He put his forehooves against the mattress and kept going, feeling his nethers going tingly and warm. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it in for long.

“S-Spitfire…I, I think I’m gonna…” Soarin panted.

“Not yet, keep going just a little longer, please…” Spitfire shot back, trying to encourage him. She smirked a bit at her cruelty, forcing him to hold his orgasm back. With any other stallion, she would’ve let them blow their load when they were ready, but not with Soarin. First, he was a Wonderbolt, and thus he was expected to be able to pull off things which nopony else could. Second, she wanted some payback at him for his little performance on the couch earlier. He hadn’t been able to hold back then, and she wanted to see if he’d do it now.

“O-Okay, I’ll…t-try, Soarin said and kept humping. With his body going a little numb it was getting harder for him to go fast, as with every stroke he risked blowing his load, forcing him to slow down a bit. His hind legs wobbled a bit, and several times he almost stumbled backwards. He flapped his wings a little to cool down, a chill washing over his sweaty body. His mind was solely focused on not cumming, but fighting nature was hard, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to do this. Spitfire’s tight cunt was clamping around his dick, her warm flesh pulsating, threatening to milk him dry. The warmth of her cunt was becoming too much for poor Soarin. His panting grew harder and more rapid by the second, a thin strand of drool making its way out of the corner of his mouth as he fought the urge to cum, but by now it was a losing battle.

“I can’t…I can’t do it, Spitfire,” he said almost pleadingly. “Please let me cum.”

Deciding he’d had enough punishment for one day, Spitfire smiled and glanced back. “Okay, but pull out first,” she said.

“Okay...” Soarin said and stepped back, his diamond hard member sliding out of Spitfire, glistening with her juices. Spitfire took a quick glance at it. His dick was practically pulsating, every vein in it pumping to the beat of Soarin’s heart, threatening to explode any second.

Spitfire rolled over on her back and spread her legs. “I want to see your face when you do it,” she said, “Now come here and fill me up will you!”

Soarin didn’t need more encouragement than that. With the energy of a colt on a sugar rush he plunged back into Spitfire, causing her to gasp as he once again filled her up. Soarin’s eyes went wide, it was even better the second time around, as his member had been allowed to cool down a bit, making the warm sensation of her cunt all the more fantastic. He humped her hard for another thirty or so seconds before the burning in his balls became unbearable.

“I’m gonna blow…I’m not gonna be able to hold back,” he said with a slightly pained expression. “Where do you want it, in or out?”

“In... I want you to fill me up with every fucking drop you’ve got…don’t worry about anything, just do it!” she said, pulling him into a kiss, their tongues instantly locking with each other. That pushed Soarin over the edge.

With one final thrust, Soarin stopped deep inside Spitfire as his cockhead swelled up, unleashing a torrent of cum into her. He moaned loudly into the kiss as spurt after spurt of hot semen fired from his dick, coating the insides of Spitfire’s tunnel, some of it dripping out of her onto the mattress. Being his second orgasm in a short while, Soarin felt like he was being utterly drained. He kept trying to hump Spitfire while he came, forcing out as much of his cum as possible.

Spitfire moaned as Soarin filled her up. A warm, sticky feeling that spread throughout her nether region, inside and out as she felt small droplets make their way out of her, running down her ass and tail. While she hadn’t cum herself, she felt a bit spent. She lay her head back, dragging Soarin down with her, never breaking the kiss. She felt the small thrust he made as he tried getting the last bits of cum out of himself. After about twenty seconds or so his member softened inside her and he started to pull out. Spitfire gave a small sigh when his still swollen cockhead popped out of her, along with a small gush of his cum that left a large patch on the cloud floor. Finally breaking the kiss, Soarin rolled off of her, lying next to her on the bed panting heavily, his flaccid member resting on his belly for a moment before retreating back into his body. He glanced over to Spitfire’s, his green eyes met by her golden brown ones, followed by a warm smile.

“How do you feel, Soarin?” she asked softly.

“That…was…amazing,” Soarin said, panting between each word, “What about you?”

“Well, it was okay,” Spitfire said with a smirk. Soarin looked a little glum.

“Oh, well...I tried my best-“ Spitfire put a hoof on his lips, silencing him.

“Hey, it was your first time, you can’t expect to be the best right out of the gate. I had a good time, let’s leave it at that,” Spitfire said and shuffled closer, cuddling up against Soarin, listening to his heart still beating fast inside of him, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. “Besides, there will be time to work on that later.”

They lay in bed together for a long time, neither saying anything. Outside, the sun had begun to settle, casting the fields of Equestria in bright orange light, some of it slipping in through the window of Soarin’s bedroom, bathing the two pegasi in warmth.

“Hey, Soarin, can I ask you something?” Spitfire said, still leaning on his chest.

“Go ahead.”

“What’s with the kicking?”

“What?”

“You know, back at the couch, I kissed you on the stomach and your leg kicked all by itself,” Spitfire said, turning her head to look at Soarin.

“Oh that…Well, mom used to do that to me when I was a kid.”

“Your mom used to give you blowjobs?” Spitfire asked jokingly.

Soarin chuckled. “No, but she used to kiss my stomach like that, and for some reason it made my leg twitch. Nearly kicked her in the snout once when I was two,” he added, sighing.

Spitfire snickered a bit, picturing a miniature Soarin in her mind, as well as other foals, with the two of them surrounded by-no! They’d only been together twice, and foals were the last thing she wanted on her mind.

“That’s cute. I bet you were a real looker as a kid,” Spitfire said, nuzzling his cheek.

“Not really, mom always complains how fat I look in every picture of me. It was her fault for practically raising me on pie, and…” he trailed of as Spitfire planted a small kiss on his lips.

“Hm, shut up, Soarin, you’re ruining the moment,” Spitfire said after breaking the kiss. She wrapped her forelegs around his neck, nuzzling into his fur. That feeling came over her again, she felt safe again. Bathed in the orange sunlight, in bed with a stallion she felt she could hang on to, plus somepony that with a little bit of training could be made into a real winner in the sack, yes, things were shaping up pretty good for her she thought.

They laid there as the sun set, turning the clouds pink.

“So, Spitfire, what’re you doing this Friday?” Soarin asked. Spitfire chuckled a little.

“Well, we have training for the performance at the Coliseum next week. And I’m not gonna go easy on you just because you’re screwing me, I might add,” Spitfire said in a rather stern tone.

Soarin groaned.