Soarin’ the Wonderbolt staggered into the shower’s dripping sweat and exhausted after a sucky day of training. As he lathered his mane, his thoughts wandered to the date he had that night with the up and coming Wonderbolt, Rainbow Dash. He heard the soft clicking of hooves on the tile floor, since it was the stallion’s shower room, he barely noticed until he heard a mare’s voice breathe in his ear, “Hey Soarin.”
Soarin', not expecting a mare to be in the stallions shower room, jumped in the air, wings instinctively trying to fly him away despite being in the cramped shower room before he came to his senses and spun around, only to find himself face to, er....plot, with Spitfire’s backside. Spitfire herself looking at him with her eyebrow raised.
“Dammit Spits! You scared the living crap out of me” Soarin' yelled.
Spitfire turned around, an unusually anxious look on her face. “I didn’t want to bother you, but I really need you to help me with something.”
Soarin' nodded warily, waiting for her to finish.
“Well, Soarin', you know that I’m captain of the Wonderbolts, and....”
A frown came across Soarin's face. “So, you’re waiting till now to rub it in my face?”
Spitfire shook her head, “Nothing like that!” Spitfire said, holding up a hoof in defense. “It’s just, that being Captain keeps a pony very busy--so busy that she doesn’t have time to....take care of herself.”
Soarin' stared with a blank expression. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Spitfire rolled her eyes with a sigh. “I mean. That…... adult ponies sometimes have certain urges, that need to be taken care of. If they aren’t, they just keep building up, and soon, the pony can’t function correctly.”
Soarin' continued to stare at her as if she’d grown another head.
Spitfire moaned in frustration with her hoof to her face. “Seriously Soarin you’re going to make me spell it out for you? I’m in heat, and masturbation isn’t cutting it anymore. I need you to fuck me so I can get past this damn thing, and get on with my life.”
“I-uh, we work together,” Soarin looked past Spitfire, scanning the room. “Can’t somepony else do it?”
Spitfire shook her head. “Nope. I’ve heard one too many rumours about you. You’re going to fuck me good and hard so I won’t have to do this again till the next heat.”
Soarin' shook his head, “I can’t, I just asked the Rainbow Dash out and...”
“Forget Rainbow Dash. You guys haven’t even been on any dates yet. And besides, she doesn’t need to know. Plus,” Spitfire added with a sexy wink and a sultry voice, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you eyeing my plot during practice.”
Soarin' gulped nervously, “Well, I guess... You mean like right here, right now?”
Spitfire laughed, “No. The tabloids already make up enough lies to make us look bad. Meet me in my room in half an hour. After you get yourself cleaned up.” Spitfire mover to leave the shower room, but stopped at the door. “Oh, and thanks for this. I’ll try to make it worth your while.” And with a wink she was gone.
Spitfire’s absence left only the stark sound of the running shower. With a sigh he plunged his head under the stream and soaked in it’s relaxing heat. His mind raced at the offer. It wasn’t something to turn down. But that didn’t make it a good idea either. Turning off the shower, he grabbed his towel. By the time he had dried himself, the thought of plowing his captain was well and truly stuck in his head. He might regret it, but he had made his mind.
On his way out, he grabbed his bottle of cologne and spritzed some on; he always wore it when he took a fan-mare back to his place. Heading out of the locker room, he paused at the hall door. Right took him back to his place, left to Spitfire’s. He felt his hooves take him down the soft blue carpet, trying to go through the ramifications of what he was about to do. Before he knew it, he was at Spitfire’s door, and gave a few tentative knocks.
“Come in,” he heard. He slowly opened the door, allowing the room to unfold before him: it was dimly lit by candles, soft jazz played in the background. Soarin’ wandered almost cautiously into the darkened room, not knowing to expect, but whatever it was, it was certainly not the scene he saw before him. Lying on the bed was Spitfire; dressed in lingerie. Soarin' just stood there, mouth agape, trying to register what he was seeing.
Spitfire chuckled. “I didn’t think you’d be this surprised--you see me in that skin tight Wonderbolt uniform all the time.”
Soarin' shook his head. “Well yeah, but that’s a lot different than what you’re wearing now..”
Sliding off the bed, Spitfire sauntered over to Soarin'. “C’mon big guy, let’s get started,” she purred in his ear, giving him a kiss on the neck. “Sit down, relax, and enjoy yourself,” She said, gesturing towards the bed.
Soarin' sat, his engorged phallus wobbling a little and pointing straight at the ceiling. Spitfire looked at it and smiled. “Now I see why those mares thought so highly of you.”
Soarin' shifted his eyes down to the floor, “Heh, yeah, thanks.”
Kneeling on the floor, Spitfire put her face right beside his member. “You still need to relax” Without another word, Spitfire eyed his cock with hunger, her hot breath moving the coarse strands of hair surround in it, and gave his tip and adventurous little lick. It had a nice, salty flavor, and she couldn’t wait to get more of it, she then gave the tip a few more licks before she started sucking on his tip.
Soarin' gave a little yelp, “Ah-a, y-you’re good at this,” he said surprised.
Spitfire went off his member with an audible pop. “What? You’re not the only one that brings fans back after the shows?”
She went back to sucking, moving her head lower, she elicited a grunt from him. Soon she was taking all of Soarin' in her mouth. Soarin' looked up at the ceiling in bliss, letting out a small moan whenever Spitfire’s tongue happened to prod the sensitive tip of his throbbing member.
Just when Soarin' thought he couldn’t hold himself any longer, Spitfire drew away from his cock, panting. Soarin' looked down at her with a puzzled look, saying in an urgent tone, “Why did you stop? I was so close to finishing!”
Spitfire pushed him down on the bed on his back. “Because I’m the one that’s in heat, Soarin'. Don’t worry, we’ll both get to finish.” Spitfire then placed her wet marehood over Soarin's face. “I’ve heard mares talk about how good you were in the sack, but I also heard them say that your tongue is quite gifted.” Soarin', taking that as his cue, let his tongue softly run up and down the length of Spitfire’s outer lips. Spitfire responded with a small moan, feeling a pleasant shiver up and down her spine. Soarin' slowly moved his tongue deeper into Spitfire’s folds, allowing her wetness to dampen his muzzle and causing her to moan longer and deeper.
Without warning, Soarin's snout bumped Spitfire’s sensitive nub, causing Spitfire to gasp loudly. “C-careful Soarin'! That’s a very sensitive area--just be gentle.” Soarin' nodded, and lightly began to caress the nub with his tongue. Spitfire arched her back in ecstasy. “Ffffffuck, Soarin'! You’re amazing...”
Suddenly, Spitfire found herself on her back, with Soarin' on top of her. “Soarin', what’s the deal? I was almost done!” she whined with the same urgency Soarin' had had earlier.
Soarin' grinned. “You said we were both going to finish, so I figured we’d get to this before you came without me.” Soarin' began rubbing his precum soaked member on Spitfire’s nethers. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.”
Spitfire gulped nervously. “I’ve never taken one that big before and….”
Soarin' put a hoof to her lips. “We’ll take things slow, don’t worry. How about a little wing play?” Spitfire nodded, a look of relief on her face. Soarin' then slowly nibbled her right wing, starting at the tip and working his way to her sensitive base. He eventually reached the base, and started to rub it with his muzzle, getting yelps of excitement from Spitfire.
Soarin’ looked into Spitfire’s eyes, “Ready now?”Spitfire nodded, and slowly inserted himself into her, checking for any sign of pain, but all he heard were small whimpers of pleasure as he slid as member between her tight, wet walls. “How does it feel?”
Spitfire took in the feeling of him inside her. He nethers were not too filled, yet his cock was certainly not unfulfilling. “Yeah...it feels amazing.”
Soarin' put on a devious grin. “Good, now let’s buck each others brains out.” And with that, Soarin’ thrust deep into Spitfire, both moaning simultaneously, Soarin’ picked up speed, grunting. “Unf fuck Spitfire, how did you stay so tight?” Spitfire didn’t answer right away, she was so lost in her pleasure that she only snapped out of it to say, “Shut up and buck me harder!”
Instead of rutting her, Soarin’ flew up to the ceiling and turned his back on her. “Nope, not unless you ask nicely.” Soarin’ turned to look back at her, a wicked grin on his face.
Spitfire babbled incoherently, so hot and bothered she could barely think straight. “Wh-what? Get down here and rutt me right now! I-I command it as your Captain!”
Soarin’ snickered, “You’re going to reprimand me because I didn’t fuck you, imagine how well that would go over well with your superiors. No….the only way you’re getting me back in that bed is if you beg for it like a good little slut.”
Spitfire tried to resist begging, but her desire was so intense that it caused a throbbing ache in her lower belly. I’ll never make fun of a stallion having blue balls again, she thought to herself before she turned to look at Soarin’, almost in tears. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now, I need you inside me more than anything, please just rutt me like the little slut pony I am.”
With a quick zoom down from the ceiling Soarin’ plunged into Spitfire, causing her to give a squeal of delight. “See, wasn’t that hard.” He rammed into her tenfold, and increased, soon he was pumping out of her with such speed and force he never knew he had, grunting and sweating all the while.
Not that Spitfire noticed much, for all intents and purposes she was in Heaven. Her eyes were almost rolled back into her head and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, lost in ecstasy. She only broke out of her stupor to give a final shriek of pleasure before spraying cum all over the bed. And with a last few herculean thrusts and a grunt, Soarin’ soon filled Spitfire with his hot, sticky load, and rolled over onto his back panting.
Neither said anything for awhile until Spitfire rolled over and gave Soarin’ a kiss on the cheek. “That was amazing, you have no idea how much I needed that.”
Soarin’ looked at Spitfire and gave a smile, “Hey, it was my pleasure.” He looked at the clock, “Shit, if I don’t leave now I’ll be late for my date with Rainbow!” He jumped off the bed and tried to get himself as dressed up as best he could and turned to Spitfire.
“Well, how do I look?”
Spitfire chuckled, “Like a complete mess, but lucky for you that look’s in nowadays, have fun.”
Soarin’ was just about to head out the door when he turned back. “Hey Spits?”
Spitfire rolled over to look at him, a quizzical look on her face, “Yeah?”
Soarin’ blushed and scraped his hoof on the ground, “I was wondering if….maybe we could do this again sometime?”
Spitfire rubbed her hoof on her chin, “Yeah, I think I’d like that.”
With a smile and a nod, Soarin’ closed the door softly behind him.
Spitfire tossed the soiled sheets off the bed, turned off the music, blew out the candles, and climbed into bed, rolling over on her side and closing her eyes. She knew that after the rutting she took, she was going to sleep well.
