Chapter 1
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Pep Talk

Chapter 1

“Remember! Final flight test is at six-o'clock sharp tomorrow morning!” the flight instructor bellowed as the classroom started to clear out.

As ponies exited the large room, two very close friends walked beside each other.

“We’ll ace that test, won’t we, Spits?” the blue male pegasus asked his partner beside him as he held the door for her.

“Of course, Soarin! We’re the best fliers in this class!” Spitfire gloated, looking around the area and seeing a few classmates frowning at her. “We’ll earn our positions in the Wonderbolts tomorrow for sure!”

Exiting the classroom, everypony went their separate ways, but Soarin and Spitfire stayed close to each other. Both were teammates, Soarin being the lead pony while Spitfire was his wing pony. While Spitfire was a bit irked she was stuck playing second, she knew that her trainer stuck both of them together because they were the best. In truth, Soarin was the better flier. His stamina was great, his speed and turning ability were better than Spitfire’s, and though she desperately wanted to be better than him, she never complained about it.

“Hey, did you ace that written exam?” Soarin spoke up, a big grin spreading across his face. “Because if you didn’t, I’ll laugh at you.”

“Pfft, that exam wasn’t even a test,” Spitfire replied, giving Soarin a hard nudge. “I swear if I don’t get one-hundred percent, I’ll shave my mane off.”

“Oh, don’t do that,” Soarin said putting on a fake frown and a whiny voice. “I can’t have an eyesore as my partner now, can I?”

Spitfire smirked back and readied a reply, but the feeling of her flight suit scrunching up around her neck made her pause. Stopping in her tracks, she pulled at the tight fabric around her neck to straighten it out.

“Ugh, why do they make us wear these suits during the theory part of class?” Spitfire complained. “It’s annoying to deal with and it itches as well!”

Soarin said nothing, stopping his body behind hers. Looking at the suit, he couldn’t help but glower and smile as he saw the blue fabric wrap tightly around her butt and legs. A small blush appeared on his face as he continued to look her body over. Though he’d made several advances, both of them never really got very intimate with each other. There were kisses and teasing for sure, yet neither got to the point of sharing a bed in the same room.

“I’m not complaining about the suit,” Soarin said, letting his voice sound very interested. “I think the suit looks hot on you.”

Spitfire knew that tone all too well, and quickly put aside her distaste of the suit in order to tease him. Moving one of her legs behind the other while lifting her tail, she looked behind and smiled at him. As she looked, she noticed his eyes were still latched onto her rump.

“Eyes up here, you little colt,” Spitfire teased, successfully breaking his focus.

“Hard to look away when you have an ass as fine as yours,” Soarin teased before he moved up and stood beside her.

“Tch, you’re such a hopeless romantic,” Spitfire said, nudging him again in the side. “How about you stop gawking at my ass and hit the racetrack with me for a couple dozen laps?”

“Oh? You think you can beat me today?” Soarin asked, trying to provoke a bit of a challenge between them.

“Gotta prove that this wing pony can out-fly you at some point right?” Spitfire replied as she gave her wings a quick flap.

“Nah, you’ll always be second best,” Soarin ribbed, knowing his words would hit a slight sore spot on her.

“Hmph,” Spitfire pouted, a bit unnerved that he was getting ballsy with his comments. “You may be the better flier but there is something you’ll never be better at.”

Soarin stopped in his tracks and watched as she came to a halt and slowly turned around with a grin plastered on her face.

“Oh? What are you better at than me? Nothing with your wings, that’s for sure,” Soarin replied, doing his best to pour more gasoline on the small fire he created.

“You’re asking for it, tough guy,” Spitfire replied as she started to circle the confident pony. “Your wings may be better than mine, but my body is much more lean than yours.”

He wouldn’t argue, but he was also curious. “And how is your body leaner than mine? Mind spilling your secrets?” Soarin asked, interested in seeing how she would play out the conversation.

“Hmm, how interested are you in hearing my little secret?” Spitfire cooed as she moved in close. A quick motion of her tail and she let it brush against his chin, making him sigh softly as the scent from it filled his nose.

“Oh, very much now,” Soarin said to her, letting his head move with her tail, not wanting to lose the exotic scent. “Please, do tell.”

“Only if you do some laps with me and answer me this,” Spitfire replied, pulling her tail away and moving forward a few steps before looking over her shoulder. “Which is more tiring? Lots of laps around a track or lots of sex between two friends?”

Oh gods, not the sex talk! I can never do anything right when she talks about it. Soarin froze up at the mention of sex and instantly became tongue-tied. His mouth opened up like a fish gasping for air, but the words didn’t leave. The only sounds he made were small ah’s and pops before he shut himself up.

“Something wrong, lead pony?” Spitfire asked quietly as she turned around and sauntered back to him. “You have no problem complimenting me on my ass, yet you tense up at the idea of sex.”

“W-well I’m just thinking about which one is more tiring!” Soarin stammered out.

“You’re such a dork,” Spitfire teased as she made one full circle around him, finally stopping at his ear and whispering into it. “Come on, we’ve been friends forever and we always rib at each other, so why do you always tense up when I play the sex card?”

“B-because I want to… do it with you, but only when the time is right!” Soarin continued to stammer out, doing his best to not tell Spitfire that he was still a virgin.

“Glad to see my boyfriend is the patient type,” Spitfire chuckled softly before placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “And here I thought you were scared to try and get lucky with me.”

Boyfriend. The word rang in Soarin’s ears like a dying echo in a cavern. A lifelong friendship, along with three years of dating was starting to catch up with him. While she was a bit more sexually experienced thanks to her time in college, Soarin had stuck to the flight books and had never done anything special. It was right after they graduated from college that Spitfire started to take interest in him, yet he always got cold hooves thanks to his inexperience.

“Nothing of the sort,” Soarin muttered, his cheeks blushing from her closeness. “Just waiting for the right time.”

“And when is the right time?” Spitfire asked, her body hungry for him to say it was soon. “A girl doesn’t like waiting forever, you know.”

Soarin tensed back up as he felt a stray hoof brush against the outside of his left wing. The feeling was accompanied by her pressing up closer to him, letting her mane brush against his muzzle. Like her tail, her mane smelled exotic and almost seemed to relax him more than he wanted to be. Whatever was in her shampoo, it soothed Soarin’s mind to a point where silly thoughts overtook his common sense.

“T-tonight,” Soarin muttered out by mistake. Oh, wait I mean…

Spitfire didn’t give him a chance to fix the error in judgement. Pulling back, a big smile came onto her face.

“Oh, you naughty little stallion you!” Spitfire piped up as a large smile breached her face. Finally hearing that he was going to have sex with her got her very excited, making her struggle to keep her wings from flaring open. “Sex before our grand entrance into the Wonderbolts? Soarin, you know how to get a mare excited don’t you? Tell you what, why don't we go do some laps and then take ourselves to a little secluded cloud for some fun?”

Soarin bit his lip, unsure of how to fix the mess he’d just caused himself. He wasn’t sure if he would ever be ready to try and bed the firebrand of a mare that was interested in him. He was always scared he would disappoint her with his lack of experience with sex. It also didn’t help that he always ran his mouth in college saying he had a talent for seducing any mare he wanted. Now, it was catching up to him and he knew he couldn’t back out.

“Sure!” Soarin replied quickly, his voice on the verge of cracking under his newfound stress. “Just let me head off to the restroom, and I’ll meet you on the track afterwards, okay?”

Spitfire smiled, oblivious to her boyfriend’s peril; her mind only on the thought of him actually agreeing to a rut on a cloud. Turning around, she let her tail brush against his face again before she trotted down the hallway of the school. Soarin watched with curious yet nervous eyes as she swayed her hips and tail, giving him a pleasant view of her ass. The horny part of his mind undressed her body, allowing him to see the naked physique that was hidden away. Most of the time, he would only sneak a peek at her naked behind, but now, just the thought of actually entering it scared him. Taking a deep breath, Soarin turned around and made his way to the bathroom.

Letting the door swing shut behind him, Soarin made a quick mental note that the place was empty. Too distracted by his own thoughts, Soarin moved to the sinks and ran the tap to try and clean his face. Running his hooves down his muzzle, Soarin peeked at his face over the top of his hooves, wondering what to do.

“What the flying fuck, Soarin!? Why did you have to say tonight!?” Soarin screamed at his reflection, seeing only the panicked stallion shout back. “Damnit! I’ve… I haven’t practiced with that fleshlight enough or… or watched enough porn to know what to do. Is my dick even big enough?”

Soarin growled and rested his head against the cool glass of the mirror. “What do I do? What the hell do I do!? I can’t back out of this mess. I mean, sure, she’s been waiting for a long time, and I’m sure she’s been patient... B-But I’m still not ready for this!” Soarin placed his hooves into the warm water and quickly splashed a fair amount on his face, not caring if any of it hit the floor below. “Fuck… why do I get myself into shit like this?”

“Breathe, Soarin… just, breathe and relax,” he said to himself as he tried to calm himself down by taking long and deep breaths. “Just… think about it. Tonight is your best shot. She’s happy, I’m happy, we’ll both earn our place in the Wonderbolts, and she even made lots of hints that she wanted to break a few rules and do it during our training. I can probably maybe quite possibly pull this off… sort of.”

Soarin furrowed his gaze as he looked deep into his own eyes. “But… what if I fuck up?” Self-doubt started to wiggle into his mind like a worm, and now poor Soarin’s imagination started to fill with horrible images. “What if she isn’t happy at how large I am? Oh Celestia, what if she compares me to an…. earth pony? No! No, no, no, don’t think like that. Mud stallions have bigger dicks than pegasi do, it’s just… one of those things they actually have over on both us and unicorns. S-still, will she compare me to one of them? Has she even fucked one of them? If she has, then I’m really fucked!”

Soarin looked down at his gut and frowned, still worried he wasn’t big enough.

“Well, maybe she’s had sex with a unicorn before and will see me as a much larger pony,” Soarin told himself, knowing very well that unicorns were known to have bigger horns than dicks.

“Fuck, I would feel better if I wasn’t smaller than the other guys in the locker room. ‘Course, at least I’m not the smallest one here…” Soarin blinked and blushed when he looked at his reflection. “I mean, I only looked to compare. Y-yeah… But still, e-even if she doesn’t make fun of it, will she enjoy it? Oh man, what if I cum too quickly? I never make masturbating last longer than it needs to, so I cum when I feel like it! What if… the second she actually touches it, I cum!? Or worse, what if I fart and cum!? AHH! Fuck, fuck, fuck, she’ll dump me for sure if that happens! And then tell all the mares how I have a small dick that cums right away! I’ll never get laid for the rest of my life after that!”

Looking back up, Soarin saw his face and noticed part of his mane was disheveled and his eyes were nearly twitching.

“No, calm the fuck back down, Soarin. You have good endurance, hell, it always takes you a good few minutes to get off. Think positive, like… m-maybe I have enough endurance to get her off not once, but twice! Yeah! I’ll make her moan for it like one of those Prance pornstars do! She’ll beg for me to stop because it feels good! Wait, that doesn’t sound right...”

Soarin tapped his temple. “Fuck, I should just go with the flow of it! Maybe let her guide me along and I play submissive. That’s perfect actually!” Soarin put a large smile on his face as he spoke. “She’s got the attitude of a flight instructor and it will be something she would want to do! I-I know she wasn’t happy about being wingpony, but if I let her take charge, I’ll be fine! Ha, Soarin’, you clever flying fucker you! You got this in the bag. Just do what she wants and you’ll make her happy! Plus, if I screw up, it isn’t entirely my fault!”

“Shit, what if… she’s submissive?” he asked himself, just realizing this new development of thought. “What if she wants me to be rough with her?” More doubt started to seep into Soarin’s troubled mind. “What if she… wants me to pin her down, pull on her mane with my teeth, and fuck her so hard that she wants me to call her a slut? Maybe she'll even start calling me… Big Daddy? Well maybe not the last part, but porn hasn’t ever lied to me, so I really don’t know. Should I pin her down and find out?”

Soarin went silent, almost like he was expecting someone to answer him.

“Fuck it, I should just convince her to take charge. Maybe… Pin me to the ground and ride me till I’m raw. Get her to call me some silly name like her fuck toy, my little fleshlight, or maybe her little colt. Maybe even make me whimper for it,” Soarin stopped as he felt a twitch in his loins, and he glanced down in between his legs with a puzzled look. “Shit, why does that turn me on?”

Shaking his head, he grit his teeth and made a ferocious face in the mirror. “Okay, forget all of that! I just gotta wing it. Just let nature and hormones take us, fuck each others brains out, and worry about blueballs screwing things up later. If I overthink it too much, I might not even get a stiffy!” Cracking a grin at his reflection, he pointed to himself and said, “Soarin, you got this, dude. I bet she’ll love it. Heck, she’ll be all over it. Like peanut butter on jelly…”

Soarin blinked as his stomach growled. “Wow, hungry and horny,” he noticed, rubbing his belly right underneath his hardening member. “Well, I can solve one of those problems soon enough. Heck, maybe even two if she’s into that sort of stuff. Wait! I got it! I’ll use my tongue like in those videos! I’ll get her off so many times she’ll be too tired for any more fun. Wait, what if she gets off so much she practically begs for my dick?” Soarin smirked deviously. “Hmm, I actually like that idea.”

Soarin smiled at his reflection and knew he had his game plan.

“Yeah! That’s what I’ll do. She always said I had a sharp tongue so she won’t find it odd. Soarin you clever bastard, you got this thing in the bag. Just… calm yourself down though, man,” he told himself as he looked down again, noticing that his penis was fully erect and ready for action.

“Crap. What if… I get too eager and just stick in it her right away? Fuck it. I’ll just stick to winging it and hope for the best.”

Soarin went silent and for a few extra seconds, he stared at his reflection before looking away.

“You can’t go outside with a raging hard on right now,” Soarin muttered as he felt the length throbbing. “Think of something... Oh! Like that time grandpa and granny Airborne were trying to… ugh! No, even that is too horrible to think of. Ah! Think of spiders! Those things creep me out!”

Soarin closed his eyes and started to hum to himself, doing his best to rid himself of his erection. Thankfully it didn’t take long, thanks to the nightmarish images of spiders crawling over his body and the feeling of little teeth biting into his coat. Once he was soft he was ready to head out. Trotting over to the exit, he rested a hoof on the door as he silently prayed to Celestia, hoping that he wouldn't fuck up.

“Need one last word of encouragement for myself. I should think of something,” he muttered to himself before the sentence came to his mind. “I got it! Look out, Spitfire! I’m going to make you moan like a filly in heat!”