Watching In Secret

by scribe-feather

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Romance, Sex, Spitfire, Slice of Life, Wonderbolts
Length: 2516

Soarin' does some snooping around Spitfire's room but is suddenly rushed into her closet when she makes a surprise return. Trapped there, he's forced to watch her through the slits of the closet door. (Adult Themes)

Soarin' does some snooping around Spitfire's room but is suddenly rushed into her closet when she makes a surprise return. Trapped there, he's forced to watch her through the slits of the closet door.

(Contains adult and sexual themes)

Published 2014-06-11 23:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-11 23:40:01 UTC

Watching In Secret

Author's Note

DISCLAIMER: Make no mistake here. This is adult, pornographic fetish material about cartoon ponies. Do not continue reading if you do not approve of sexual adult situations or childhood ruining experiences. If you do not like it or are under legal age, please do not keep reading.

Please do not redistribute, alter, repost this story or anything else I write on this site or anywhere else without my permission.

Hail! Lord Scribe at your service!

Here's another vanilla story. This time it's about Soarin' and some private time the stallion has while trapped in a closet. It's rather short and quick paced to what I'm use to.

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-Scribe

This story contains:
Vanilla (Heavy)
Voyeurism (Heavy)
Exhibitionism (Medium)
Masturbation (Medium)

Watching In Secret

Watching In Secret
By Scribe Feather

It was yet ANOTHER training day for the Wonderbolts' Boot Camp. The skies were made clear so that the many members of the troop could practice drills and iron out any imperfection in their routine.

Soarin' was among one of the lower tier groups. His squad of five were waiting near the edge of the cliff for their turn. Multiple squads were already in flight, running through the same routine over and over again until each pony could do it flawlessly.

Spitfire could be seen soaring above the troop, among the wispy clouds high up in the sky. The other recruits watched everypony else to learn the course better, but Soarin' was distracted by the flying mare.

The sun glistened on Spitfire's uniform as she cut through big fluffy clouds that dotted the sky. She led the squads through a custom track, a glorified 'follow the leader'. She never looked hotter than she did taking charge in the skies and leading a bunch of nervous recruits through their steps. Soarin' sighed happily as he watched the mare perform great mid-air stunts.

"Soarin'!" A voice yanked the stallion out of his daze.

"Huh? Wha-?" The pegasus shook his head to clear his mind.

The voice belonged to Wind Wing, a light green pegasus who served as the director of the many groups of new recruits. "You're teams on deck. Are you ready?"

"Uhm...Actually...I got a bit of a wing cramp."

"A wing cramp..."

"Yea yea, hurts anytime I try to flap it," he extends a wing out and does his best to give it a sickly flap before cringing in pain. "S-see? I think I might need to go to medical. Get a brace or something."

Wind Wing stared into Soarin' eyes, not completely buying the far-fetched story. Soarin' had gotten really good at lying when he wanted a break, almost made the story sound believable with the vote of confidence his eyes gave it. "Fine." Wind Wing finally said, "go and get that wing bound. I don't want anything falling off."

"Thank you, sir," Soarin' bowed and ducked away from the ranks. Phew! Close one.

Wind Wing watched the blue pegasus trot into the main building. He watched with a keen eye as his gut wasn't entirely convinced. After Soarin' left his sight, Wind Wing huffed and continued directing the other ponies.

After a quick trip down the main hallway, Soarin' entered the medical wing where two rows of hospital beds lined the two side walls. Some of the beds were occupied by a few ponies sleeping off injuries, tended by two or three pegasi who wore white lab coats and toted around clipboards.

"Soarin'," a white pegasus with a light blue mane said in an exhausted sigh as she hung up a clipboard. "What a pleasant surprise..."

"H-hey Lofty Heart." Soarin' gave the familiar mare a friendly wave.

"What is it this time?" Lofty Heart said as she looked over another patient's clipboard.

"Wing cramp."

"Wing...Cramp?"

"Y-yea, Wind Wing sent me back here to get it bound."

"You know ol' Windy's not gonna always believe you when you play the injured puppy."

"Not always, but this time it worked."

Lofty Heart sighed. "Ya alright. I have other patients to attend to. You'll find the binding in the usual place." The mare motioned towards a cabinet off to the side before turning her attention back to the clipboard. This wasn't the first time Soarin' asked for some bandages when he had a tiny paper cut.

Soarin' used some of the surplus medical tape in the cabinet to tie up his wings. At least he could APPEAR injured if anypony came around and snooped. It looked good enough to avoid any unnecessary questions.

He waved to the busy mare, who simply nodded in his direction before returning to her work. Soarin' went on his way, wandering about the halls of the barracks.

Soarin' always loved walking around the barracks at this time of day. All the other ponies were stuck outside, running the same drill for the hundredth time. Soarin' knew those drills from start to finish. He could do them forwards, he could do them backwards. He probably could even do them in his sleep. Not that he would want to...His dreams were too busy being occupied by sexy mares in skimpy underwear.

'Speaking of underwear,' Soarin' thought, passing Spitfire's room.

He looked both ways down the hallway for any sign of life before slipping into the room. The room itself was standard issue for the higher ranking officers. While new recruits had to settle for the large barracks that were filled to the brim with flimsy bunk beds, the higher ups were able to live a bit in luxury. A cushy bed, a window with a great view, and even her own dresser! All Soarin had as far as furnishings was his footlocker that sat at the end of his bed.

The pony couldn't take too long in the room. Entering a commanding officer's room without permission was tremendously against the rules. He could be thrown out of the Wonderbolts for this. He didn't know how much time he had in here, so he didn't waste any time doing what he came here for.

Soarin' made a beeline to Spitfire's dresser, opening the top most drawer. His right wing instantly shot up as his eyes brightened. His left wing strained against the medical tape that kept it hugging close to his body. Folded neatly inside the drawer were rows of brightly colored panties. Jackpot!

He pulled out one to feel it's soft texture, making a tingling sensation wash over him. His wings fluttered at the soft sensations and girlish scent that lingered around the lingerie. He could see himself enjoying this find for months to come.

Suddenly Soarin's ears perked up at the sound of footsteps. He heard the faint voice of Spitfire echoing off the hallway walls not too far away from her room.

"They're improving," she could be heard telling another pony, "but they have a long way to go before they even think about flying for the Best Young Flyer competition."

They were close! He had to move, but he couldn't leave the room. They would surely see. He had to hide! With a couple of the panties in hoof, Soarin' pushed the drawer closed and darted for the closet, the only hiding spot he could find in the rather empty room

"Yea yea, alright. I'll take care of it after a short nap. Alright?" Spitfire could be heard on the other side of the door now. The door knob jiggled as she started to turn it. "I'll be in my room."

Soarin' stumbled into the closet, shutting the sliding doors as quickly as possible. He cringed at every peep that the door made on it's rollers as he rushed into the closest hiding place he could get to.

The room's main door opened with a quiet creek, followed by hoofsteps. Soarin' watched quietly from the slits in the closet door as Spitfire walked into the room.

The tired mare sighed as she trotted over to the windows and spent a few minutes gazing out at the view.

Soarin' stewed inside the dark closet, quietly watching the mare. He waited among hanging clothes and a few boxes filled with...Well he didn't know what. He wanted to find out, but he had to remain silent. All he could do was wait it out.

Spitfire drew the blinds and double checked the door to test it's lock. "Ugh, finally," Spitfire exhaled before plopping down onto her bed. Her body bounced a bit on the mattress springs as she took another deep breath, staring up at the ceiling.

Soarin' watched as the other pegasus lounged on her bed. The lounging pegasus stayed that way for a few minutes, leading Soarin' to believe she was taking a quick nap. It was hard to tell in the dimly lit room.

Just as Soarin' was planning his escape, Spitfire stirred once more. She squirmed a bit, stretching her wings out from under her and moved a single hoof.

Her wings seemed to stiffen in anticipation as her hoof teased the inside of her thigh. Soarin's eyes grew wide as she watched the mare. Was she...Going to do?

Spitfire's body shivered a bit as she continued to tease herself. "What a bad girl," She mumbled to herself. Soarin's wings stiffened as she said this. His left wing strained against the bindings as he watched with wide eyes.

The mare stared up at the ceiling as her hoof explored her heated nether regions. She began to tease her moist sex with sensual circles around it as her breathing shuttered in pleasure..

Soarin's member stiffened as his eyes bulged at the sight. She was doing it! She was ACTUALLY doing it! His stallionhood wasted no time stiffening to it's full length, urging him to rub it.

His quiet breaths became shallow as he strained to resist. It was wrong! He shouldn't be doing it here! He shouldn't even be watching!

It was just like the many fantasies that played in the stallion's head when he rubbed himself in bed. Spitfire wasn't wearing a maid outfit like the day dream, but Soarin's erection didn't seem to mind.

The stallion's eyes slammed shut as he tried to ignore everything happening. He tried to ignore his growing erection, he tried to ignore his instincts yelling at him to take care of it. He even tried to ignore-

"M-mph...Ooohh yea..." Spitfire's aroused voice caused Soarin' to open his eyes again. He watched intently at the masturbating pegasus.

'Just...Just one touch,' Soarin's sex crazed mind coaxed him, 'just one rub and I'll stop.' A shaky, unsure hoof floated above the throbbing erection as Soarin gulped. 'Just one rub and that's it. That's all I need.'

Soarin' gave his aching erection that single rub...Shortly followed by another...And another. Then another. Soon the pegasus had a firm hoof rubbing the erection in front of him.

'S-stop...This is wrong...' Soarin's conscious mind screamed at him as his body betrayed him. It was wrong...But it felt unbelievably good!

As Spitfire continued to play with herself, Soarin' worked at his own member, rubbing it up and down while trying to remain as quiet as possible in his hiding place. His panting heightened, but did his best to keep the sounds down. His wings ached behind him as his arousal grew.

His member started to dribble pre-cum over the top of the shaft as a moment of rational thought poked through the sex crazed mindset. Surely if he shot his load here, he'd leave quite the mess for somepony to find later.

He quickly grabbed the very panties that he was trying to steal and wrapped one around the head of the member. The soft, slik fabric was enough to push him over the edge. His member twitched, shooting strings of sticky cum. His aching stallionhood shot it's pent up load out, splattering it all over the silky panties that darkened with his load. He bit his hoof to hush his heavy pants.

Spitfire continued to play with herself long after Soarin' had reached his orgasm. He blushed a bit, realizing that he didn't last as long as her. He smiled bashfully at the thought. Finally her breathing became rushed and her rubbing quickened in pace. With a low keyed moan and a buck of her hips, Spitfire reached her sexual climax. Her body dropped onto the bed sheets, the orgasm leaving her panting.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Spitfire jumped in shock and quick recomposed herself. "ahem, y-yes? What is it?"

"Sorry to disturb you, ma'am," A nervous sounding voice called out through the door. It sounded like a cadet who most likely got stuck with the task of waking Spitfire. "Y-you're needed in the briefing room."

"I'll be right there," Spitfire called out as she climbed out of bed. "Guess the fun's over..." The mare mumbled to herself.

She quickly cleaned herself up, wiping off the sticky mess that gathered around her crotch. She neatened her bed and left her room slamming the door shut behind her.

Soarin' sighed after a few minutes of silence. He was finally alone! Now as the time to escape. If he waited any longer, he'd be trapped there forever. He slipped out of the closet and back into the hallway which was empty for the moment. He closed the door and double, triple checked for any evidence that he was there.

He started to tuck the silky panties under his wing for safe keeping.

"Soarin'?" a familiar voice called out behind him making him cringe and turn around. It was nurse Lofty Heart. "What are you doing in Spitfire's room? You know the rules..." The pony's eyes scanned the stunned stallion, locking on the cum stained panties in his hoof. "I see..." Was all the nurse said, letting her words trail off into uncomfortable silence.

"D-don't tell anypony, please?!" Soarin' was a jumbled mess. One bad word against him and he'd be out of the academy for sure!

The nurse mare looked at the nervous stallion with a blank stare as she thought it over. Reluctantly she sighed, "fine...Don't let me catch you doing it again."

Soarin' let out a big sigh, "oh THANK YOU!" Soarin' bowed his head gratefully multiple times. "Thank you thank you. I won't do it again. I'm sorry!"

The nurse paused again, "and I believe you...." She sighed again, shaking her head at the caught stallion. "I'll leave you to it then...Seems you have some ahem, 'laundry' to take care of."

The color in Soarin's face drained while Lofty Heart merely walked off. He was left alone in the middle of hallway with a pair of girly looking panties that were stained with his sticky cum. Probably'd be best to hide these things before he got into more trouble. His footlocker would be a perfect place to hide them.