A Burning Desire

by Orion97

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Romance, Sex, Fleetfoot, Spitfire, Slice of Life, Wonderbolts
Length: 3795

Spitfire is in heat. She usually handles it on her on but this time she needs some help...and as it turns out Soarin is just the one for the job.

It's that time again, Spitfire's in heat and she's been trying to keep that little fact hidden, but when she finds herself alone with Soarin one night after practice she decides that she should get a little help with her "issue". (SpitfirexSoarin)

My first one-shot clop fic. I was debating whether or not to make this for sanity's sake but then I figured...meh. Anyway enjoy. Also yes it's basically just sex, not a ton of story. (The artwork is not mine and belongs to John Joseco)

Published 2014-08-18 14:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-18 14:40:01 UTC

Dreams of Fire

"Damn it!" Spitfire groaned as she broke yet another pencil. That was the fourth one in the last twenty minutes.

She reached in her desk to pull out another defenseless pencil that would likely join his comrades in the garbage bin before long.

"Just one more damn report..." Spitfire practically hissed between her teeth. The fiery mare's mane looking more out of sorts just as her focus did. She did her best to focus but her mind shifted to the thought of her picking a stallion and rutting him until neither would be able to walk right for days.

It wasn't even special paperwork. It was just crap that needed to be finish within three days and she knew that she'd be lucky to have a minute to herself this entire week. Anyone could do this, and few could claim to already but as much sweat and effort into her work as she did.

"Hmmgh...damn I need to get laid...at least I'm almost done, then my night is free." the captain smiled to herself as relief flowed through her upon finishing the last of many reports.

Just as her work seemed over fate was eager for one good kick in the teeth as if to tell her that it was wrong to be happy for more than exactly two seconds.

Fleetfoot came walking in with a rather intimidating stack of even more soul-crushing, life-sucking, cruel reports. Somewhere in the back of her mind Spirefire wondered if this could be considered cruel and unusual punishment.

Truly she felt sorry for her boss, but wanted no real part of that paperwork. She herself needed to hit the gym constantly so that she could keep pace with some of the more senior team members. As soon as she delivered Spitfire's judgement she politely excused herself and departed from Spitfire's office.

With Fleetfoot gone, the poor mare at the desk let her head fall like a hammer, making a loud knock on the wood.

"Buck me..." she said in a sorry, half-dead tone. Her typically vibrant and illustrious amber eyes now absent of any passion or heart, even while her mind continued to plague her of the exact thing she couldn't have.

She knew she simply couldn't do it right now, the desperate mare's brain already fried from the stack of papers she just finished, her writing hoof cried for mercy. The papers could wait, it didn't matter if she was twice as busy tomorrow, the papers could wait a little while.

The golden young mare stood up from her desk for the first time in ages and arched her back, a small symphony of pops erupting from her back as stretched and continued to bend to relieve all of her cramps while she resisted the urge to moan from how nice it actually felt.

"That's the spot..."

Not wanting to catch the stink-eye from the unforgiving documents before her, Spitfire trotted around the desk and gently opened the door and looked to make sure it was empty. It was clear for now.

Spitfire kicked the door shut behind her and wandered down the hall to the showers to wash away today's stress. On the way she passed a couple of handsome stallions walking in the opposite direction of her talking about something related to how their weekend was. She couldn't help but sneak a peek when they passed her, not paying any real mind. For once she was glad most ponies around here wore suits or uniforms throughout the day. If it weren't for that she would already be dragging at least one of the poor guys into her room kicking and clawing the floor in a fruitless effort to escape her clutches.

It was locker-room legend about Spitfire's stamina, though it had been almost two years since she'd had a partner rumor still circulated about her seemingly endless stamina in the sack and how she made sure it was only over when she got tired. Some claim to have seen a stallion in a wheelchair for a few days when he emerged from the hospital following a night with Spitfire. She denied any connection but that didn't stop them from thinking what they wanted.

Spitfire wove her way through the corridors leading to the female locker-room. She was probably the last one in there for the day, most everyone else had taken theirs and head to their rooms some time ago. A fair number of them were probably asleep, which is why only a handful of ponies were still walking down the halls.

She found a prime spot near the door and turned the faucet, only once the ice-cold water assaulted her neck did it occur to her that she accidentally turned the knob in the wrong direction.

"Eeep!" She screeched in an embarrassingly feminine pitch. She backed away from the water and cupped her hooves over her mouth in embarrassment and prayed no one heard that.

"Hello? Is everything alright in there?" Spitfire heard Soarin's well-meaning voice through the door. She always fantasized about him, secretly of course. She couldn't help but admire how sweet, honest and genuinely interested in how she was rather than some that only cared about what she looked like. Spitfire had been thinking about them dating for months now, what it would be like, things he'd probably say and how she'd probably respond to his perfect words in a dreamy tone.

"Hello?" he called again, snapping Spitfire from her daydream.

She popped her head out the door and scanned the perimeter to make sure he was alone. Soarin tried to react by flaring his wings and backing up at how fast she appeared but by then she had already grabbed him by the collar and without even a moment to call for rescue he vanished into the female locker-room.

"Spitfire? What are you-" Soarin stammered with a half-panicked look before Spitfire covered his mouth with a hoof.

"Shh, let me talk, Soarin. If you don't like what I have to say then I will let you go...maybe. But you will let me finish, understand?" She ordered.

He nodded slowly in understanding, eyes still a little wide in surprise and a tiny bit fear.

"As you know it's been...a while since I've had somebody to...be with...and I was thinking..." she whispered in his ear seductively. "I'm in heat and I really...really need you to...help me out with that one little issue..."

"W-wait...you don't me, you want me to..." he began.

"Yes. I want you to buck me so hard I can't walk straight for a week. I want you to screw my brains out. Tonight. And I warn you...it's not over until I say it's over..." She moaned in a lusty tone

Soarin's cheeks flashed a bright crimson and he was helpless to stop his wings from jumping into an erect position, standing proudly and delivering an answer faster than his mouth could.

"I'll take that as a yes." She chuckled to herself.

"I want you to be in my room exactly one hour from now. Don't even think about being late either." she commanded.

"Y-yes ma'am!" He said in a higher pitch and turned to leave the showers. Spitfire smacked him on the ass and grinned to herself as he left.

Poor boy doesn't know what he's in for... she thought to herself.

Fifty minutes later Spitfire was lighting candles in her room and otherwise making it more inviting for her guest. Dim crimson light embraced the room in a romantic atmosphere while she worked to tuck away any messes left out in the open, tucking away every unsightly piece in her room and pulling out all of her more quality pillows and miscellaneous pieces. She even put on one of her favorite suits. The whole point of clothing in these situations was to take them off anyway.

Satisfied with her effort Spitfire stood on her hind legs and looked for anything she could have missed, one rebellious out of place furniture or mischievous magazine would simply feel wrong for her to not clean up.

As she lit one missed candle Spitfire heard a knock on the door, she nervously hid the lighter and wondered if she should have put on lingerie. Shit! I have some somewhere...guys like those kinds of socks right? The long ones? She thought to herself.

Spitfire wasted no time in hunting down her long red socks, fun lingerie for ponies, though it held little other purpose. She hadn't worn these for quite a while. After slipping them on in near record time she answered the door prepared to welcome her sexy stallion to her room. Instead she got Fleetfoot.

"...I'm not interrupting something am I?" The young mare asked sheepishly as she peeked into the candle-lit room and saw Spitfire's lingerie.

"Uhh...nope!" She lied with rosy red cheeks eager to call her bluff.

"Riiight...so I'm sorry to bother you but what time is practice tomorrow?"

"Eight o'clock, there's a good chance the storm coming tonight will last all day tomorrow but be ready for laps around the tracks just in case."

"Thanks captain!" Fleetfoot smiled before leaving to carry on her own business.

Damn it...if that mares breathes a word... Spitfire scolded herself for assuming the first person to come to the door would be Soarin, luckily she knew Fleetfoot was never much for gossip at least.

Within moments she heard another knock at the door.

"I thought I told you it was-" Spitfire sighed as she swung open the door, only to slam her lips shut when she saw that this really was Soarin.

"Oh, I understand if you changed your mind..." Soarin said, a little dejected.

"No! I mean...I haven't changed my mind...come in..." She gestured him inside.

Soarin took a few moments to admire the room she had put together, fine candles bathed the room in an elegant scarlet light that transformed the normally calm room into one more accommodating to lovers. Then his eye caught onto the most important feature in the room, Spitfire herself.

"I didn't know you wore lingerie." he smiled.

Spitfire couldn't help but blush a little. "Oh, I usually don't but I... wanted to seem appealing." She said as she began to fidget with her hooves.

"I mean it's been so long since I've had a date and I wasn't even sure if I looked decent." Spitfire began to go on about her worries.

"You have always been breathtakingly beautiful to me, and you always will be." Soarin said simply with a kind smile.

"Aww...he is sweet. I'm so going to screw his brains out for sure tonight." Spitfire thought to herself blissfully.

"Wow...thank you. You didn't mention how curvy I am though." she said sincerely and then in a teasing tone.

"Um, you're curvy too." he said, a little unsure of how to respond.

"Kiss-ass." She lightly smacked him on the cheek with her tail.

"Well I can do that too..." He whispered in her ear.

Spitfire's cheeks flushed in surprise and arousal. She had only hear Soarin say one or two dirty jokes around her, and that was while he was drunk off his ass. It also revitalized the voice in her mind responsible for her rampant desire to get laid.

She spun around and pinned Soarin to the wall in one smooth motion.

"Your last warning. Unless you leave now we are going to buck until I get tired, and I don't tire easily. Yes or no because in the next ten seconds you're going to be pinned to that bed. Quite frankly it'll still probably happen if you say no." The madly horny mare said mischievously.

Soarin swallowed and answered in a shaky tone. "...yes?"

"Good." As soon as Spitfire released him she effortlessly picked him up and carried him to the bed and dropped him on it unceremoniously.

Soarin was on his back and tried to sit up to say something but she put a hoof to his mouth before he could.

"We're doing this my way." She grinned. Soarin nodded in understanding.

Finally, she grabbed him by the collar and brought him closer for a deep, blissful kiss. For Soarin, it was a dream come true and Spitfire it was release from her painful dry-spell with dating.

After what felt like ten minutes Spitfire threw his head back to the bed and began to unzip his flight suit until she found her prize. As she unzipped further she found the full length of his throbbing erection. It wasn't the biggest one around but he was definitely one of the luckier stallions.

"Now it's time for some fun..." she whispered to herself. She began to gently rub his cock while Soarin's breathing slowly became more audible. She stroked it with her hoof for a few long moments before she put her head over his cock and gave him a seductive look and stuck her tongue out, barely making contact with the tip of his penis. She circled her tongue around it as she descended, bringing her mouth closer. She opened her lips and sucked the head of his cock with a soft pop, earning a quiet gasp of pleasure from Soarin.

"Please...faster..." he begged. She didn't want to torture him too much after all. Spitfire lowered her mouth closer again and formed an "O" with her lips. She sucked his head again but when she went back down she sank lower and lower, trying to take his girth into her soft mouth. She made it half-way down before coming back up again, leaving a trail of saliva on his warm cock. Not one to quit, Spitfire began sucking him off again, curving her tongue around him as she went down closer to the base of his penis, but not quite all the way. Nonetheless, Soarin was moaning shamelessly as she sucked the length of his cock.

As Spitfire rose and appeared as if she was about to stop she sank down once more, his erection going deeper into her throat as she greedily devoured it. This time she reached his testicles and gently licked them as well before bobbing her head up and down with ease, swallowing any pre-cum that she licked from the tip of his head as well.

"Spitfire...I'm gonna...." Soarin began. She knew exactly what he was going to say. She responded by going back to the bottom of his shaft and sucking tightly. A moment later she felt his cock begin to pulse, signalling his impending orgasm. Suddenly a stream of cum began to flow out of him and fill Spitfire's cheeks, which she eagerly swallowed before pulling herself off, a final shot escaped from him and splashed onto Spitfire's face. Her tongue reached what it could before withdrawing into her still cum-filled mouth and swallowing.

"Holy shit...j-just...wow..." He panted as with his tongue hanging out slightly.

"Oh we aren't done here. Put that tongue to use..." Spitfire winked seductively and turned around to wave her ass in front of him, making sure her moist pussy was easily seen. Soarin was all too happy to oblige. "Do well and maybe we could invite Fleetfoot to join us or something..."

"Yes ma'am..." He gripped her ass with both hooves and propped his muzzle against her lips, teasing her entrance with the tip of his tongue. A very soft moan pleaded him to continue. Soarin slipped his long tongue deeper into her ever slowly, teasing Spitfire as far as he knew he could get away with.

After a few moments he dove in as deep as he could, exploring her with his tongue as she began to rock back and forth into it. Fluids began to flow out of her like a stream and race down Soarin's chin and neck. His tempo only grew faster and Spitfire louder in turn, her moans growing into near shrieks of mind-numbing bliss. She could care less if anyone else heard. In fact her lust-filled mind near demanded they hear. Her orgasm was going to hit like a train and soon, she could already feel her body begin to tighten up.

With one more push of his tongue inside her he lit the fuse and she could feel a wave of pleasure track down her spine like lightning. It felt so incredible that for a few long, perfect moments her mind went blank as it entered a state of nirvana. Juices sprayed out of her quivering pussy, dowsing Soarin as he attempted to lick up as much as he could. As Spitfire's mind-blowing orgasm ended she realized how profusely she had been sweating as well, and how it had only added to the mess they already made.

"Oh...holy fuck that was incredible...we might have to burn these sheets later...but first let's make it really messy..." Spitfire gave Soarin her very best bedroom eyes and threw her hooves around him while her lips met his in a sloppy, lust-fueled kiss. Their tongues wrestled over the fluids he licked from her. It rolled back and forth until they eventually broke the kiss. A string of saliva stretched between them before falling on the bed.

Her mind quickly searched for an idea on just what to do next when she noticed Soarin's penis already standing at attention, ready again so soon. She pinned him to the bed and laid herself on t, adding more intimacy as she brought her face just above his, their eyes locking while she spoke.

"I want you to take me...take me right now...like I'm your little slut...fuck me so hard I will have to leave this room in a wheelchair..." She ordered before nibbling his ear. He grinned and nodded. Soarin wasted no time in flipping her onto her back and bringing himself into the dominant position. He ran his cock over her drenched pussy, feeling her on the underside of his shaft while every fiber of his being screamed for him to simply enter her. Soarin complied and pressed his head against her vagina, after applying some pressure he finally slipped inside her tight cunt.

"Oh my...fuck...just...you're so damn tight..."

"I j-just shut up and fuck me like your life depends on it."

Soarin happily complied and drove himself deeper inside, with every inch Spitfire grew louder and gripped him harder. With the inside of her pussy wrapped around his member like a clamp it was a few long moments until she was at the bottom of his shaft and he was balls deep inside of her. Spitfire bit her lip as she rode her staliion, nothing else in the world mattered to her but here and now.

"Ahhhaaaaaa oh...oh holy shiiiit. You're...mmmph fuck..." Spitfire moaned, her mind having long since given in to her base desires. If she knew he was this good she would have done this ages ago.

"Ohhh Spitfire...you're incredible..." He muttered blissfully.

"I know. You-ahhh aren't...half bad...yourself." She said, despite the heavy panting.

She was reaching her peak again fast, Soarin was driving in an out of her sex like a wild animal and she knew from watching him run laps that he had the stamina to go all night if she told him to.

All that Spitfire could think about was how much she wanted him, no, needed him to cum inside her right now. She had to have his hot seed in her. She slowed down from bouncing up and down on his cock to sinking down mercilessly slow but she knew she could only hold it back for a few seconds longer. Soarin's face contorted into one of agonizing pleasure as he teetered on the very tip of climaxing, with her not far behind. She sank down on his cock until it completely filled her sex and when there was no more for her to take in she eagerly took the chance to grind pussy against him.

At last she couldn't hold it any longer and began to ride him as fast as she could. Her juices made a slopping sound as she drenched pussy slid around his throbbing erection.

"Ahhhh! I'm cumming!" With a grip of iron he pulled in a deep as he could and shot a stream of hot, sticky cum deep inside her. Just as he did Spitfire's will broke and she let another orgasm run through her, she felt like she took an express tour thorugh heaven and when it ended she leaned her head back and didn't even care that her tongue was hanging out. Similarly Soarin seemed almost breathless as he laid back, his eyes half glazed over as he seemed to barely hold onto consciousness.

Spitfire looked at him as he lay there with a happy smile plastered over his face.

"Ah...so...how did you like that?"

"It was...wonderful...I've never felt anything like it..."

"Didn't know I was that good." She smiled. "Who else have you done it with?"

"First...time..." He said slowly as he tried to catch his breath.

"Wow...I...didn't know. Sorry I was so pushy."

"It's...fine...it was amazing."

Spitfire blushed a little. "Thanks, glad you think so, you did incredible too."

"I love you."

Spitfire paused for a moment, unsure of how to respond. While it was true she did this out of pure lust she knew he was really a great guy... there's no reason not to have a real relationship with him after all...

"I love you too." She said, embracing him. She laid with him for what felt like a comfortable eternity until there was a knock at the door. Without waiting for a response it opened.

"Hey I got something I wanted to-" She stopped when she caught a full view of Spitfire and Soarin laying in bed together, both dripping with sweat and fluids as to which she could only guess what they were. They all stared at each other for a long moment, the pair in bed both sported a bright red hue in their cheeks.

Fleetfoot bit her lip and shuffled her hooves a little before opening her mouth to say something in a quiet but excited voice.

"...Mind if I join?"

Author's Note

Hope you pervs enjoyed! (kidding, love ya guys) I wanted a real break from some of the things I've been working on lately. I finally published a clop story before some of you rioted. It's my first attempt so let me know how you guys think I did, I learn from my mistakes quickly.

Let me know what you guys think, whether you want more, never again, a sequel of sorts for this, etc. By the way in case anyone was wondering this is not connected to Playing With Fire.

Before anyone asks...yes there will be more.