Spitfire has always been able to handle being a Wonderbolt, usually going out and finding a stallion or mare to play with when touring. Lately that has gotten tiresome and she just wants a good rutting.

Soarin gets asked to join her for a night of fun, he gladly accepts, but doesn't understand why she wanted to meet at her hotel room.

*A gift fic for SolidFire*
Art used with permission from ~some-pegasister

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