Fraternization

by TittySparkles

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Spitfire, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Romance
Length: 6141

Dash gets seduced by her Commander, Spitfire, for being a fillyfoaler

Dash is a good Wonderbolt trainee. She's worked hard and proved herself capable of being a lead flier. Yet despite having a more important role, she is not exempt from the rules. When Spitfire catches wind of Dash hitting on the other mares in the barrack, she can only punish her for breaking academy rules. However, due to how well Dash has performed in the academy, certain rules can be swayed, and punishments… altered, if you will. Dash may be into mares and, luckily for her, Spitfire is as well.

Pre-read by: Skeeter The Lurker and RainbowBob

Edited by: Shadowflash, Mikemeiers, and Pearple Prose

Birthday gift for one of my faithful editors SolidFire

Published 2013-09-30 03:00:03 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-30 03:00:03 UTC

Chapter 1

It was a day like any other, but for Dash, it was also her fifth day as lead pony in the Wonderbolt academy. Dash trotted down the hallway, a big smile on her face; she knew very well that she had earned her badge, and had shown her teachers exactly why she deserved it. It was late—she had to make sure she left an impression on the examiners, after all—and so the hallway she was trotting down was empty. The dim lights that hung overhead kept the darkness at bay as she made her way to the barracks. Her wings ached and her body screamed for rest, yet she knew pushing herself, without fully overdoing it, was something that a good leader had to do.

“Can’t wait to see what they’ve got planned for tomorrow,” Dash said cheerfully, her nose so high in the air it would make Rarity feel inferior. “Bet I’ll break another record as well.”

Dash stopped for a moment in order to adjust her flight suit. Feeling it pinch near her wing, she gave it a tug and felt the crease straighten out quickly. Unfortunately, while she had her head in the clouds, she had failed to notice that she had stopped in front of the staff lounge; the door opened, and Dash yelped as the edge caught her in the rear. Annoyed, Dash turned around, ready to chew out the unlucky pony.

“Hey! What’s the big–!” Dash began, stopping when she noticed that it was Spitfire that was exiting the room.

Spitfire looked at the cyan pegasus with a curious look, a folder full of notes in her mouth. Spitfire clearly hadn’t registered the harshness in her student’s voice. While it had fallen on deaf ears, Dash clammed up, thinking Spitfire had caught wind of her unruly attitude. Standing at attention, Dash raised her hoof and saluted her commander.

“Evening, Ma’am!” Dash spoke up, hoping her proper greeting would offset her commander’s distaste.

“Ah, Evening Rainbow,” Spitfire said contently as she put the folder on the ground and looked back at her student. “At ease.”

Happy to hear that she wasn’t annoyed, Dash sighed and lowered her hoof.

“Saw you flying around the course even after everyone else finished,” Spitfire continued, not giving Dash the chance to walk away or speak up. “Keep that up, and you’ll be true Wonderbolt material.”

“Thank you, ma’am!” Dash replied, practically glowing at the praise. “Just proving you made the right choice in making me lead pony.”

“Oh, I know I made the right choice, just don’t do anything stupid like Lightning Dust did, alright?” Spitfire almost spat the name right out of her mouth.

Dash calmed down, knowing Lightning Dust was a touchy subject for both of them. After the tornado incident, Dust had been kicked out of the academy, and she had made sure the whole place knew about it; she’d ravaged the flyers barracks, overturning beds and punching mirrors in the bathroom. It was a mental breakdown, and not a very pretty one, to say the least.

“Don’t worry, Commander. I promise I’ll be a great Wonderbolt trainee and continue to impress,” Dash said, in an effort to change the subject as quickly as possible.

“You’ve impressed me so far, and I look forward to seeing if you can break another academy record. But before that, you and I have some important things to discuss,” Spitfire said her tone quickly switching to a serious one that made Dash tense.

“Oh, what kind of things?” Dash asked nervously, unsure of what was so important that she had to stay back instead of getting some well-deserved rest.

“Walk with me,” Spitfire simply replied as she turned down the hallway and started to trot away.

For a brief second, Dash’s eyes were drawn to Spitfire’s fiery tail, studying her superior’s lean backside. The second she found herself staring where she shouldn’t have been, she looked back up and quickly trotted beside Spitfire.

“Seems some interesting things have been going around about you, Dash,” Spitfire started to speak, her face suddenly becoming unreadable. “Word is you’ve been flirting with fellow teammates, especially mares in your barracks.”

Dash panicked, shocked to hear that word had gotten around that she was flirting with other girls. While Dash was sometimes brash and loud, she was always attempting to pull girls away and say a few saucy things in order to make them blush or outright hit on them. She was sure none of the girls would speak up, considering none of them never seemed to be too uncomfortable, but a quick reminder of the female nature and she knew girls would talk between them and usually be heard by someone passing.

“Are you sure it’s not someone else?” Dash replied, not looking forward to being punished for fraternization. “I’m pretty sure Thunderlane was the one hitting on the mares.”

“Dash, I’m disappointed in you,” Spitfire said as she paused in her steps. “I thought you were better than blaming others when it’s your own fault.”

Spitfire leered at her, and Dash trembled and hung her head. She didn’t like being called out on her sexual preference by someone with as high a status as Spitfire, but she knew she wasn’t going to weasel her way out of it. Looking down at her badge, she took a deep breath and reminded herself that if she wasn’t truthful about the issue at hand, she could be stripped of her rank.

“S-sorry, I should have known better,” Dash stammered out as she looked back up weakly, at the disappointed mare in front of her.

“That’s better, but just because you apologized doesn’t mean you’re off the hook,” Spitfire said as she turned around to face Dash properly. “Luckily for you, I’m the only teacher that knows of this.”

That was a surprise; given that the other girls loved to gossip, she was sure the whole academy knew about what was going on by now.

“When did you hear about it?” Dash asked, curious to know how Spitfire got wind of it.

“Was walking by the locker room and I heard the stories exchanged. When I heard about it I walked in and they told me the news.”

Spitfire took a deep breath before she reached forward and rested her hoof on Dash’s shoulder.

“I told them not to tell anyone else what they talked about and, fortunately for you, they listened to me. But I expect something in return for covering your ass,” Spitfire said as her voice grew quiet and her eyes turned to the floor. “Hmm, maybe calling it a punishment isn’t really fitting...”

“You expect something in return? I-I promise I won’t flirt anymore if that’s what you want!” Dash pleaded.

“Oh I know you won’t flirt with anyone else,” Spitfire’s voice started to pick up but Dash thought it sounded… different; soft, yet sultry. “Come with me.”

Spitfire turned around, looking down the hallway with a smirk on her face, unnoticeable by Dash. Resuming her trot, Spitfire put a bit more haste in her pace as she made her way for a special destination in mind.

Dash followed, her mind wandering endlessly to what Spitfire had in store for her. The more she thought about it as they walked, the more she started to worry. Maybe she would be stripped from her badge after all, although, if that was indeed the case, why not just do it now and get it over with?

“In here,” Spitfire finally spoke up after a long period of silence.

Reaching for the door handle, Spitfire opened it up and allowed the cyan mare to enter first. Dash stepped forward and poked her head into the room, only to be surprised that it was the personal room for Spitfire herself. Her curiosity drew her in; her eyes studying the room that trainee’s weren’t allowed to enter.

“I thought we weren’t allowed in the teacher’s area?” Dash asked, surprised that she had followed Spitfire into a restricted area without anyone noticing.

The sound of a folder being dropped on the floor made Dash turn her attention back to her Commander. Turning just in time, Dash saw her close the door and give the lock a quick twist before she turned back around and smiled at Dash.

“I know, but I wanted to deal with you in a more… private setting,” Spitfire said softly as she trotted past Dash and let her tail brush against her face. “Fraternization on academy grounds is a serious offense and I happen to know the best way to deal with it.”

Dash stiffened up as she knew that kind of touch, her mind getting really confused to why her Commander was talking in a rather soft tone about punishing her in some way.

“Naturally in order to deal with a problem, you fight fire with fire. So, in your case you’re hitting on mares and looking to score some tail and the best way to fight fire with fire in this case is…” Spitfire said to Dash, quickly trailing her words into a question Dash wasn’t ready for.

“Uhh, the best thing would be to… give me some tail yourself?” Dash replied, so unsure of her words that they almost sounded like a foreign language to her. Dash was starting to see what Spitfire wanted from her. Those gossip talks with the rest of her teammates led to interesting facts about Spitfire and that she was into mares as much as Dash was. While it excited Dash that the possibility of actually bedding the Commander could happen, Dash knew that thought would never happen. Yet, from what was happening to her right now, Dash was sure that chance was presenting itself in a way that almost felt like blackmail.

“Good, you’re catching on,” Spitfire replied, happy to see her star flyer was getting the idea. “Take off your suit and relax, Dash. This is a one-time thing.”

Dash stared blankly until Spitfire made the first move by unbuttoning her outfit. Feeling that she was being rude by watching, Dash looked away and did what she was told to do. A few long seconds of dealing with their outfits and both mares stood naked. While Dash was used to not wearing clothes on a daily basis, something about the situation made her body tighten up and her face redden. Spitfire was the opposite. Ever since she joined the Wonderbolts, she always wore clothing to look more presentable in the public’s eye.

“This isn’t some cruel joke right?” Dash asked her mind drifting back to Lightning Dust for a few seconds. “You’re not planning to push me away and kick me out of the academy like you did with Lightning Dust are you?”

Spitfire looked at Dash, her smile turning into a look of caring and sympathy; something that Dash didn’t see very much of from her.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan to kick you out and play a joke on you. It’s a simple case of me banging the insubordination out of you, and you’re going to stop flirting with the others in return. You’re a good Wonderbolt in the making, Dash, and getting rid of you would be the last thing I would do. You’ve broken so many records in this academy that it would make me look bad if I kicked you out. Besides, I’m sure rumors got around that I’m into mares thanks to over-zealous ponies, and I think it’s only fair that I show one of the listeners that they are right.”

“Wait, so you really are into mares!?” Dash said, raising her voice up a bit in excitement.

“Keep your voice down,” Spitfire warned, not wanting to have to deal with other teachers catching wind of her actions. “If we get caught than both of us will be kicked out of this academy.”

“Sorry,” Dash replied, lowering her voice a few decibels along with her head. “It’s just… I’m just nervous, ya know?”

“Heh, you expect males to be worth my time?” Spitfire said back, turning her chin up into the air, giving her a cocky look. “I’m only attracted to ponies that are worth it. You’ve broken records that I made back when I was trying out for the Wonderbolts, so it’s only fair I be interested in you.”

“Now, how about we find out just how much of a fillyfooler you are,” Spitfire spoke up again, cutting off Dash’s incoming sentence before it even left her mouth. “Stand at attention, recruit. It’s time for inspection.”

Hearing her voice change into her usual commander-like tone, Dash straightened up and stared face forward with a determined yet cocky grin on her face. In the corner of her eye, Dash watched Spitfire straighten herself up, before circling around behind her and lifting her tail.

“You’ve got some very lean legs back here.”

The words were accompanied by the feeling of a stray hoof gliding down her ass cheek and down her chiseled leg. Feeling the weathered hoof touch her, Dash’s cocky grin turned into a childish one. Though it was already apparent that she was about to get laid, it started to finally set into mind. The excitement started to replace her previous nervous attitude and she did her best to not wiggle and squirm with giddiness. Sadly she still moved around a bit and Spitfire was enjoying seeing her struggle to keep her composure.

“You got such a fine ass, I’m almost jealous of it,” Spitfire said as she sat on her rear and wrapped her hoof around Dash’s tail, gripping it firmly. Her words were also accompanied by a feeling of another hoof moving up the other leg before she pressed it into Dash’s growing wetness.

Dash shuddered and held back a surprised moan that nearly escaped her lips. While she was expecting some kind of foreplay from the Commander she knew that time was of the essence and they needed to make it fast, yet very pleasurable as well.

“Oh would you look at that, seems my star cadet is already getting turned on,” Spitfire chuckled as she massaged Dash’s pussy for a few seconds before she moved it away and placed it against her cutie mark. “What do you prefer, Dash? A bit rough or a bit gentle?”

Hearing the question, Dash looked over her shoulder before she swallowed a lump in her throat. She could see her Commander staring intently at the pussy in front of her, ready to pleasure it while making Dash squirm and fight the urge to moan loudly.

“I… I would love for you to be gentle,” Dash finally spoke up after a few long seconds of silence.

“Oh? The loud and adventurous trainee is a mare who prefers a gentle touch is she?” Spitfire whispered as she moved her hoof back to Dash’s pussy and ran it down the trembling slit. “You’re full of surprises aren’t you? You wouldn’t happen to be one of those ten seconds to climaxing mares would you?”

“N-no, ma’am! I-I always make it a challenge for others to please me!” Dash spoke out, not wanting to appear like she wasn’t worth the effort.

“That’s what I love to hear, Cadet. I prefer someone who is hard to please,” Spitfire said with a big smile on her face as continued to rub Dash’s pussy ever so softly. “But can you return the favor just as well?”

“I can dish out as much as I can take!” Dash stammered out, her confidence almost radiating from her being.

“Can you?”

Spitfire pressed her hoof into Dash’s pussy much harder and slowly moved it over her clit. Feeling it get rubbed, Dash’s backside rose up out of instinct but before it got high, Spitfire rose up slightly and rested her body on Dash’s back. Falling to the floor under her Commanders weight, Dash let a moan escape her throat as Spitfire didn’t ease up on her pussy.

“Oh gosh,” Dash whimpered as she rested her head into the floorboards, enjoying the hoofing she was getting. “I-I can dish it out!!”

“Good,” Spitfire whispered into Dash’s neck. “I expect to be sexed by you so hard, I’ll be too tired to walk straight tomorrow.”

Feeling Spitfire’s hot breath against her back, Dash’s body felt weak. The continuous breathes made her wings flutter softly until they started to extend, giving the orange mare a new idea. Without a word, Spitfire moved her hoof away and instead put both her hooves against Dash’s left wing.

“Such beautiful wings as well. Great wingspan, and you always seem to have all your feathers in place,” Spitfire told her as she ran her hooves up the bone, rubbing against every feather she could touch. Dash’s mouth hung agape. Though she was a very good flyer, she always had sensitive wings and with Spitfire touching them, she trembled and could barely think right.

“Oh my gosh,” Dash squeaked quietly as she did her best to not let her tongue roll out of her mouth.

Sadly, as fast as the feeling came, Spitfire pulled her body away, leaving Dash feeling empty and neglected. The feeling of having her wing caressed and looked at with proud eyes by Spitfire was something her mind just didn’t want to end. Looking over her shoulder, Dash saw Spitfire looking back down at her pussy, noticing that she looked ready to give it a taste and hopefully devour it. A small thought quickly rose up in Dash’s mind and she wanted to appease to her Commander. Giving her rump a small wiggle and letting a small moan leave her throat, Dash swished her tail back and forth, successfully fanning out her arousal and drawing a chuckle out of Spitfire.

Spitfire couldn’t help but smirk at the mare’s attitude, yet feel a hint of pride herself. With the power she had over her cadets, she could easily make Dash lay on her back while Spitfire lowered her pussy onto her face and made her eat it without giving anything in return. Part of her wanted to see just how submissive Dash was by pushing her to a few limits both physically and mentally. She wanted to but she was a simple mare that wanted the simple things and to make those simple things the best they could be. With that thought, Spitfire grabbed Dash’s tail and pulled her rear up.

“Alright, cadet,” Spitfire said as she focused her eyes on Dash’s pussy and licked her lips. “Lets see just how long you can last.”

Dash did her best to steady her breath and did her best to not scream with excitement. Turning her head to the floor and away from Spitfire, Dash waited patiently for her commander to make the first touch. After a few long second the feeling came as Spitfire moved forward and pressed the tip of her nose into Dash’s arousal. As Dash moaned from the touch, Spitfire moved her muzzle up and down slowly, almost enough to mimic a tickling sensation. She kept it on the edge of Dash’s labia for a few seconds before she breathed out slowly and moved more of her face into it. Burying her muzzle in Dash’s slit she sniffed gingerly a few times, getting the true scent of the arousal.

“Mhmmm, someone is an excited filly,” Spitfire said in a teasing tone as she moved her tongue out and gave the pussy a soft lick.

“Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh!” Dash squee’d, her body almost feeling like it was vibrating with hypersensitivity. Feeling the warm tongue brush against her almost made her cum on the spot. If it was a different pony tending to her, she surely wouldn’t have been so excited. Yet here she was on the floor of the head commander’s bedroom in the Wonderbolt academy, being treated by her idol Spitfire. She still couldn’t believe her luck and knew training hard would give her the greatest benefits she ever imagined.

“Look at you. So excited, so eager. You remind me of a high school mare, excited that she’s getting laid for the first time. You better not cum too quickly, because I have a feeling that you will.” Spitfire told her in a low tone.

“I-I won’t cu-nngh!”

The words barely left Dash’s mouth before Spitfire’s tongue rested on her clit and slowly brought the whole length of her tongue up her slit. Dash’s body followed the movement; her backside raising briefly, almost making her try to attempt to float upward. Spitfire quickly moved her tongue away, making Dash lower her rear for a split second before Spitfire came back in with another long catlike lick. Dash’s eyes closed, her expression twisting into a satisfied grin and her wings fluttering softly with every long lick Spitfire dished out. Her body felt numb from just simple lapping, and she felt excitement and a hint of fear for when Spitfire decided to pierce Dash’s slit with her tongue instead of licking at it. Pulling her chest up, Dash looked under her body to see if she could see her commander’s tongue in motion. As her eyes looked back, she smiled as not only was her tongue briefly in view, but at the same time Spitfire was rubbing her own pussy.

Dash continued to watch Spitfire’s hoof work; her eyes studying to quick circular motion in hopes to mimic it later on to her. The more she watched it, the more hot and aroused it made her feel. She always loved to watch ponies touch themselves and always had a secret fetish for watching them get off from a distance. She continued to watch until she felt Spitfire finally stick her tongue in more. Breaking past the wet walls, Spitfire slipped her tongue in and wiggled it like a worm on a fish hook, trying to draw the fish that was Dash’s orgasm to the surface and take the bait.

“Oh my gosh, she’s so good,” Dash moaned as her head moved forward and she stared at the wall in front of her.

Dash’s excitement started to drift into concern. Spitfire was good, almost too good; she was worried that she would be a letdown once her turn came around to please her. The way her tongue assaulted her pussy told her that Spitfire was a very experienced mare and would no doubt expect near perfection from Dash’s end. Focusing her mind to remember the motions Spitfire was using, Dash started to get herself in a mindset of returning the favor. Sadly, it was harder than she thought it would be, thanks to her being so close to getting off.

Without a care in the world, Spitfire pulled her tongue away and grabbed Dash’s flank before she pushed it to the ground. Breaking out of her blissful state, Dash panicked slightly at the focus Spitfire was exerting on her. Before she spoke up, Spitfire quickly grabbed Dash’s legs, spread them apart and dove right back into Dash’s glistening wetness. A loud gasp escaped her throat and her body arched up slightly and she felt Spitfire focusing all her attention on Dash’s clit. Subtly wasn’t the word best described for Spitfire’s tongue lashing, in fact it would best be defined as relentless, and almost unforgiving. The way her tongue flicked at it showed she was trying to get Dash off as quickly as possible and Dash knew she wouldn’t last long at her rate.

“S-Spitfire! S-slow down, I’ll c-c-cum too quickly,” Dash stuttered out, her body screaming with pleasure.

“That’s my plan, cadet,” Spitfire replied in a low tone before she pressed her lips to Dash’s clit and flicked at it intently as she sucked on it.

Oh my gosh! Dash quickly brought her hoof to her mouth and bit on it in order to drown out her moans. She was finding it harder and harder to keep her voice down to a minimal level. Trying to keep her voice at bay, Dash tried everything from fidgeting wildly to biting her tongue in order to stay quiet. Yet she barely could thanks to Spitfire flicking at her clit and even letting her tongue caress her slit. She couldn’t stay still and unable to resist anymore, Dash put her free hoof on Spitfire’s fiery mane and pushed on it so she went closer to her.

That’s the spirit, Dash! Spitfire rewarded, pressing her tongue harder into her. Sadly Dash was already at the end of her rope. After another dozen tongue lashes, Dash’s body started to tense and stiffen up. Gritting her teeth and clenching her eyes shut, Dash’s body curled up briefly before she let out a hushed moan and relaxed her body. Spitfire’s tongue happened to be piercing her slit at the time and as she felt it start to hug it she pulled away and watched Dash’s body spasm before she saw cum start to seep out.

“So, did you enjoy that?” Spitfire said with a smirk on her face before she tasted a bit of cum on her lips and spat it to the floor.

“Oh gosh. Best. Finish. Ever,” Dash sighed with content as she rested her head against the floorboards and stared at the ceiling.

“Good, but don’t relax too quickly,” Spitfire spoke as she sauntered her body over the winded pegasus. “You still need to get me off.”

Dash smiled at her as she stared into her eyes for a few seconds before she started to walk again. As she walked Dash’s craned her neck upward a bit and let her nose brush against her chest, showing Spitfire she was still eager as ever. The cold muzzle brushing against her sent a shiver down her spine but she kept walking and eventually came to a stop as she positioned her own wetness over Dash’s face. The cyan pegasus looked on, her mouth twisted into a grin before she started to move her mouth for the target. However much to her surprise, Spitfire started to walk again, giving Dash nothing to touch.

“Hey, where you going?” Dash asked as she pulled herself up, noticing Spitfire was walking further away.

“On my cot so I can be more comfortable,” Spitfire said in a matter of fact tone as she quickly hopped onto her small cot and sat on the edge, letting her back legs hang over the side. “You coming or what?”

Dash quickly knew what she was doing and knew exactly how she was going to please her. Moving forward, she watched Spitfire spread her legs and lay her head down on the bed, all the while keeping her lusty eyes on the cyan mare. Taking her position, Dash rested her head between Spitfire chiseled legs and started to remember how Spitfire pleased her. Slow. Steady. Methodically. Teasingly. Many words coursed through her mind as she breathed hot air against the trembling slit.

“You better make mine just as good-if not better-as your orgasm was,” Spitfire told her as she reached for her pillow and rested it behind her head. “Whenever you are ready, cadet.”

Dash said nothing as she continued to stare intently at the pussy in front of her. Still getting her thoughts in place she debated between being nice and slow, or going full tilt and ravaging it. Considering Spitfire was hoofing herself previously, Dash finally decided on a middle approach. Be firm, yet subtle until Spitfire was moving around like she was.

“Enjoying the view, cadet?” Spitfire spoke up in a snarky tone, before she put her hoof to her chest and slowly pushed it down until she reached her clit. Stroking it gently, Spitfire moaned making the mare at her legs tremble and shake, telling her she craved the attention she was about to get.

“Yes, ma’am. I promise this will be one of the best orgasms ever,” Dash replied as she shook her head and started to slowly move it forward. Suffice with her words, Spitfire moved her hoof away and put it behind her head and waited.

“I’ll hold you to your words. Now, get to it,” Spitfire spoke one last time before she fully relaxed herself.

Dash nodded her head and took a deep breath before she slowly moved her muzzle into Spitfire’s folds. Unlike Dash, Spitfire didn’t let out a gasp when she was touched. The only thing she did was fidget slightly until Dash’s tongue traveled out of her mouth and got pressed against Spitfire’s pussy. The enjoyment was instant since she didn’t have to settle for a measly hoof anymore.

“Mhm, getting right to it are you?” Spitfire cooed.

Steadying her licks into ones that covered the whole slit, Dash put her hooves against Spitfire’s curvy hips and ran circles in them. She matched the speed of a filly clopping herself and ran them up and down Spitfire’s sides in the process of it. Letting her hooves study the slender and elegant figure of her commander, Dash successfully made her sigh with content as her body arched up slightly.

“You got rather soft hooves,” Spitfire spoke quietly; her expression showing that of one who was enjoying herself immensely. “And you know how to move them in order to please me. I’m happy you’re my star flyer more than ever now.”

Happy with the praise she got, Dash decided to let her tongue be a bit more adventurous. Giving her slit a quick lick, Dash moved it up to Spitfire’s clit and made her tongue circle around the edges without actually touching her love button. Spitfire tensed up for a second; her hooves moving to her sides before they traveled up and rested against the prismatic mane in front of her. Burying them within the rainbow mane, Spitfire rubbed Dash’s cranium while drawing her in closer. With the feeling of hooves trying to guide her in, Dash obeyed them and moved her mouth closer without resting in on the wet flesh. The closer she got, the more Spitfire could feel Dash’s laboured breathing hit her pussy and clit. Each breath sent a shiver of ecstasy down her spine, making her want to pull the mare’s face in totally.

Not wanting to break the mare’s motions, Spitfire stayed quiet and rocked her hips in tune with the licks. With her hips moving like they were, Dash found the swollen clit brush against her muzzle briefly and knew Spitfire wanted her to focus every thought on it. Stopping the motions of her hooves, Dash placed them against Spitfire’s cutie marks and pulled her ass into the air a touch. Another moan escaped Spitfire’s throat as Dash’s licks switched from teasing the outside to directly flicking at the gem in the middle.

“Damn, you’re going to make me look like a ten second mare,” Spitfire spoke out, nearly ashamed that she was nearing her finish so quickly. “Not bad, Dash. I just may have to do this more often if I find you flirting around the academy.”

Hearing that excited the young mare and she quickly gave Spitfire’s clit a few hard licks before gently running her tongue over it. Each lick made Spitfire shudder greater and was enough for her to start gritting her teeth and biting her tongue to stop her moans.

“Nnngh, fuck! I don’t want to cum too soon,” Spitfire hissed under her breath, managing to keep her words inaudible by Dash’s ears.

As much as she wanted to stop Dash from going on, she decided against and thought about convincing Dash to visit her on another night and have her pleasure her from the beginning. Rubbing her sticky hoof through the mane of Dash, Spitfire just remembered it was the hoof she used on herself. No doubt Dash would need a shower in the morning but that gave Spitfire so many ideas. Wake the mare up earlier than normal, drag her to the secluded shower area and bang the crap out of her with a strap-on she had packed away. With the showers being so far away from the rooms, Spitfire could hear just how loudly the little fillyfooler was. The thoughts of sexing the mare in the shower sadly drove Spitfire closer to her own climax and deciding to make it end good she braced her hooves against Dash’s mane.

“Make my ending a good one, cadet or else I’ll be very upset,” Spitfire told her as she pushed her face deeper in, giving Dash barely any airway to breath.

With her nasal passage almost fully blocked, Dash had no choice but the forceful breath in the arousal of her commander in order to stay conscious. Not wanting to pull away and anger her, Dash moved her tongue faster both over Spitfire’s pussy and clit. Each quick lick made Spitfire shiver and tense up. Her eyes clenched so tight they hurt and her body screamed for a release to take place. After a few more quick licks, Spitfire let out a loud moan and felt her body starting to stiffen up. Not wanting Dash to stop her motions, Spitfire held her head in place as her orgasm rocked her body.

On the verge of passing out, Dash kept licking until the taste of cum greeted her tongue and she forcefully pulled herself away. Free of her commander’s hooves, Dash fell back on the floor breathing heavily as stars danced in her darkened vision. With her on the ground and staring upward, Dash didn’t see her commander’s body spasm and release its pent up cum onto the bed below her body.

“Holy fuck, I needed that,” Spitfire huffed into the air as her legs went limp and stayed spread in the air. Feeling her heart race, Spitfire moved one hoof to her chest while the other moved downwards to her sloppy wetness. Finally steadying her breathing, Spitfire touched her own cum with her hoof before she moved it up to her line of sight and smiled at it.

“Kid’s a keeper indeed. Bending a few rules now and then sure has its rewarding results.”

The words reached Dash’s ears and she slowly pulled her winded body up. Positioning herself on her haunches, Dash looked at the cum-covered cunt in front of her and smiled.

“Heh, told you I could dish it out as good as I took it!” Dash proclaimed as she put a hoof to her chest and smiled a cocky grin at her commander. Pulling herself up, Spitfire looked at her cadet and couldn’t help but smile at her cockiness.

“Sorry I doubted you, Dash, but next time I won’t cum as quickly as I did,” Spitfire replied as she pulled her body up and off the bed.

The cockiness Dash was showing quickly turned into excitement at the mention of ‘next time’ Standing back up, Dash almost jumped in the air just thinking about screwing around with her idol again in the future.

“You really mean a next time?” Dash asked, her smile so big it would put Pinkie’s smile to shame.

“It depends,” Spitfire spoke up as she put her commanders voice and attitude on before she started to walk around Dash’s body. “I may have to bang the insubordination out of you a second time if you prove… Troublesome.”

“Heh, maybe a second time won’t be enough for me,” Dash replied matching Spitfire’s tone as she started to walk in a circle with Spitfire as well. “I can be a pretty stubborn mare when I want to.”

“I’ll take you to your word, cadet. Just remember: next time, I promise you’ll moan like a filly. Now I suggest you head to your barrack and get some sleep. You have a long day ahead of you.”

Spitfire stopped moving and sat her haunches on the ground, never taking her eyes off the pony in front of her. Dash stopped too but quickly turned around and made her way to the door. Wanting to give Spitfire one final show, Dash started to sway her hips, doing her best to mimic that of a mare fully interested in more fun. Her tail swished about, successfully drawing her commander’s attention furthermore, letting her see the glistening cunt leaving her reach. Part of Spitfire wanted to keep her for the night and fuck her senseless but the proper teacher knew both had to get sleep. Once Dash was out of the room and trotting down the hallway, Spitfire sighed softly and turned back for her bed. Stopping at the edge of it, her smile turned into a frown as she saw the wet spot on it.

“Ugh, I hate sleeping in cum. Always makes my fur sticky,” Spitfire whines before she begrudgingly climbed into her bed and fixed it up in order to sleep.