Being a Wonderbolt is indeed a really hard job. You do a jaw breaking performance for every pony of age, and afterwards you felt a sudden wave of accomplishment, happiness and extreme exhaustion. Everypony in the Wonderbolt team are indeed ready to hit the hay, especially Soarin. The co-captain was indeed exhausted in doing half of the captain's stunts, which to Spitfire is like lapping a few numbers on air. Soarin and the rest of the members was surprised that Spitfire isn't as exhausted as them, they all brushed the issue off and went home 'that show off'. Soarin finally landed on his cloud porch and opened the door, ignoring his appetite, he went directly to his room and tossed himself to bed, sighing in relief and letting the soft cloud and blanket sink his body as he drifted off to his personal dreamland.
Soarin was laying on a nice, red ,bed, it was nothing like his cloud bed, it was a little big and less soft than his. Soarin saw a yellow pillow, he hugged it and felt all of its warmness and softness. Soarin moaned softly, he closed his eyes until, he heard someone giggled 'thats fammillar' Soarin' thought. He opened hi eyes he saw a mare, his captain. Spitfire facing in front of him returning the hug, Soarin blushed ' This is wierd' He pulled away "S-spit?! what are you doing here?!" Soarin said as he sit at the bed, a few seconds later, his captain did the same. Spitfire giggled again
"Waiting for you, of course" Spitfire said with a seductive smile completed the package bedroom eyes
Soarin shivered at the sight he couldn't believe that his captain, Spitfire is actually flirting with him, and seems want to have sex with him too 'This must be a dream.. Right?' "W-waiting?" Soarin said with a raise brow
"Well of course" Spitfire gently pinned Soarin to the bed, Soarin blushed more, Spitfire leaned in removing the inches that held between their lips, before their lips met Soarin turned away to the side, purposely avoiding the kiss, that left Spitfire shocked. Soarin got out of Spitfire's prison and sit upright. His captain did the same, still left in confusion.
"Sp-spitfire.. I don't know what to say, i-i mean, don't you think you're a little too forwa-"
"But Soooaaaaarriinn'! I've been waiting all night! you wouldn't leave me all wet here, wont you?" Spitfire said with a lustful smile mixed with pleading eyes, that made Soarin's face flushed
"Is that blush means a no, right?" Spitfire giggled. She leaned towards Soarin again, this time, Soarin didn't decline he let Spitfire's adventurous lips take over his, her tongue begging for enter as Soarin took the kiss and gladly returning it 'Wow i'm kissing, Spitfire my CAPTAIN, my BOSS, the mare who made me suffer from all that practices, oh and don't get me started on that flying st-' Soarin's train of thoughts stopped, when his erection made contact with Spitfire's fur, this made Soarin's wings sprung upward to a massive wing boner.This is the one thing he hated being a Pegasus, one single, sexual interaction and everypony will know your turned on, and he was one of the stallions who had it hard keeping a still erection, and that was one thing he hated being "Soarin"
When Spitfire saw the massive erection she smiled between the kiss they shared. Spitfire started leaning back and forth making her fur rub against Soarin's erect member, making Soarin moan in the kiss, Spitfire started playfully flicking her tongue against his, ' if this is a dream, pldon't fucking wake me up' Both of them pulled out, catching their breath seeing each other's faces blushed. Spitfire gently pushed Soarin back making him lean against a couple of pillows, Spitfire's smile grew.
"Open those legs for me, Soarin"
"Sp-Spitfir-
"Captain's orders!" Spitfire winked
Soarin' obeyed the mare, Spitfire eyed his erection she leaned landed her lips on the tip, that made Soarin's spine shiver, Spitfire opened her mouth wide, Soarin waited for the wave of pleasure to come, Spitfire leaned and..
GRROOOWWWLLL Soarin waked up. He glared daggers at the ceiling, he faced his stomach "You fucking son of a- GROOWWLL ah! alright! alright! seriously, stomach?! can you just like, wait for like five min- GROOOWWL-oh.. fuck!" Soarin jumped out of bed cursing a few words that'll make a pony's ear bleed.
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As he reached the kitchen, the growling of his stomach became louder, he opened his refrigerator and eyed all the items placed, he picked the closest food he could reach in the refrigerator, which was a tin of apple pie, Soarin was still hoping he could see his captain again in his dream and kiss that soft lips of he- GROWWL "uh.. i'll never go to bed with an empty stomach ever again!" Soarin buried his muzzle in the pie, eating its tasty and rich contents, a few minutes later, and the tin was empty only beads of syrup was seen in the metal container, he tossed it in the sink, he gulped a glass of milk and used his hoof to wipe the milk out of his lips and he patted his stomach in satisfactory "There, you happy? now if you excuse me" he darted as fast as he can to his bedroom and he landed at his soft, wide bed giggling as he closed his eyes ready to see Spitfire to came to his vision again.'i mean.. well.. that's possible isn't it?'
