Summer on Fire

“Watch out for that building, rookie!” Spitfire yelled, clutching your body tightly, as you tried to veer sideways. “For gods sake just slow down!”

Easier said than done. It was mid-afternoon, and the streets of Cloudsdale were packed. Hundreds of pegasi clouded the air, and just picking your way through them was difficult. Spitfire was flapping her good wing wildly, throwing you off your mark as you tried to regain your place in the flow of traffic. You felt your confidence fail you, dropping down out of traffic and landing in front of a large bank. You made sure Spitfire was on the ground on her good legs before letting yourself touch down.

Spitfire grasped you firmly as you landed, holding you fast as she stared into your eyes. “Look, get a grip, okay? It’s just tandem flying. Every Wonderbolt learns it their first year so they can fly home with injured teammates.”

“It’s just a little weird, that’s all…” You stammer. “I’m not used to flying with one wing.”

She sighed, gripping you and moving you close to her. “It’s not like you fly with one wing. I have one perfectly good right wing. You just need to use your left wing, and stop fighting me so much. If we don’t work together we’re just going to fall again.”

“I just always feel like I’m going to fall. Isn’t there some other way?”

Spitfire smirked at you. “Well you could carry me. You’re a big, strong colt right? You can lift your own body weight and still fly?”

You knew you couldn’t.

“Or we could walk. You know, through the city where any flightless ponies need to rent balloons if they want to travel further than the corner store.”

You sighed. “Alright. I’ll try it again.”

“Just stay low and slow for now. We don’t need to be barging into rush hour traffic.”

Spitfire limps over to you, wincing as she tries to use her left foreleg. She curls the bandaged limb up reflexively. Clutching you closely with her good hoof, you can feel her body tight against yours. “We just need to work together, rookie. Follow my movements, okay?” She says softly into your ear. Tensing up in anticipation, you prepare to take off once more.

For one instant, you can feel her breathe against your chest. She tenses, legs bracing for takeoff. Her muscles flex as the powerful mare pushes into the sky, beckoning you after her. Pushing off strongly, the both of you start flapping singular wings to gain purchase in the sky. You look over at her, orange eyes focused on the sky ahead of her. You try to match her powerful takeoff, staying low and under the pegasi traffic jam above you. Soon you find a rhythm, matching her wingstrokes with your own, as you propel the both of you back to her apartment.

Helping the yellow mare to the couch, she sits down, obviously over exerted by the flight over. You fetch her a glass of water, and she drinks it gratefully. As you sit down next to her, you look out over the orange glow of the late afternoon giving way to the early evening.

You sneak a sideways glance at the Captain. Her wounds don’t look any better. Ugly red gashes carve their way through her hide on her left side. She still hadn’t bathed since the incident, and her coat was still speckled with blood. Her left forehoof bandage had bled through, a drying patch of crimson on the side. The proud flyer’s wing was still held tightly to her side, bound tightly to prevent her moving it.

“I didn’t get a chance to apologize before…” You say, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“Apologize for what?” She replied, her voice low and measured.

Was she just toying with you now? “I screwed up, okay…”

“Yah, so? You think nopony in the Wonderbolts ever screws up? That we’re just all perfect?”

Lowering your head to your hooves, you find yourself straining to talk to the mare. It’s hard to even force the words out. “You could have died, and you know it. Just because I lost track of where I was.” You look over at Spitfire, staring into her orange eyes. “I could have lost you, okay? Just like I almost lost my mom. Just because I’m useless in the air. I couldn’t do anything to help either of you…”

Spitfire moves her good hoof over to you, stroking your mane. “Rookie…you know better than that. You were just a foal”

“Better than what? You know it’s true. Mom never let me go to any training classes, or ever attend any classes at the academy. She knew best. She knew I couldn’t fly for crap…” You felt like crying, but found you simply couldn’t. You were too angry.

Spitfire stopped trying to reason with you. She just clutched you tightly, holding you to her furry side. Hot tears finally flooded your vision, as you buried your muzzle into her side.

“You still have blood all over you…” You said softly.

“I guess I could use a bath.” Spitfire said, slowly getting up. You could tell it was a small exertion for her just to rise off the couch. She walked over to the bathroom, fumbling with the knob. Eventually managing it with her single hoof, she stood there, looking intently at you.

“I could use some help…if that doesn’t bother you.”

Bother you? No chance there. Eagerly you hopped off the couch, and followed the fiery mare into the bath, suddenly feeling a little better.

As you wait for the tub to fill, you undid the knot on her bandaged wing, slowly unrolling it. The nurses had bound it tightly to her body to heal, and gave strict instruction not to move it. Spitfire held it tightly to her as you finished unrolling the white linen. You choked up as you saw her damaged wing for the first time. The feathers were a bloody mess, gore and mud caked along them. Some secondaries were bent out at odd angles. On the leading edge of her wing, the soft tissue near the bone had swollen horribly. You could make out a black and blue bruise running along the leading edge.

“How does it feel?” You asked.

“It’s fine…” She replied. Moving slightly to the tub edge, she grimaced as her midsection moved slightly. “As long as I don’t move it. Here. Help me with my leg.”

You undid the bandages holding her leg. A splint held the appendage straight out. Removing it, you placed it aside, bracing Spitfire against you as you helped her into the tub. She was gritting teeth as she settled in, finally sighing as the warm water washed against her scrapes and cuts. She favored her right side as she lay down in the white porcelain tub.

“Gods, that feels nice.” She said, closing her eyes. You reached over and grabbed the nearby sponge, offering it to her. Spitfire snorted at you, giving you an incredulous look.

“What am I supposed to do with that? Only one of these is working.” She said, slightly moving her right leg against the tub. “You’re not turning bashful on me all of a sudden, are you?”

“No.” You stammered. Reaching out to her wet coat, you gently touch her with the sponge. Working it slowly back and forth, you built a bit of lather up as you worked the blood spots out of her side. Every time you saw her skin rubbed raw underneath her yellow coat, or bits of gravel or dirt embedded in her skin, it was as if someone stabbed you in the stomach. You felt your eyes well up as you performed the simple task.

“What’s wrong?” She said softly. “You aren’t honestly still blaming yourself?”

You just nod back, trying to blink away the tears. You keep going, working along her neck, and down to her injured leg. Nearing the knee, you could see her wince. The sponge turned slightly crimson as dried blood washed away.

“You’re just going to have to get over this, rookie. It’s not like it’s the first time a Wonderbolt got injured during a stunt.” You knew she was trying to comfort you, but it wasn’t working. Just knowing she didn’t blame you made it worse. Silently, you kept carefully cleaning her leg. Spitfire kept staring at you as you worked, her wet mane floating lazily in the bathwater; the blazing yellow and orange flowing out like liquid flame.

“It just should have been me lying there, broken.” You finally said, softly. “You’re too strong to be like that. That can’t happen to Spitfire.” You have a single tear on your muzzle. You brush it away with a hoof. “Nothing bad ever happens to the Captain of the Wonderbolts.” You neared her damaged wing as you kept bathing her. Folded up tight against her, you carefully washed the outside, seeing her wince as you hit bent or damaged feathers. She bites her lip as you try to clean the blood from her bruised muscle.

“You have to clean under it…” She murmurs, clearly not looking forward to it. Relaxing her wing as much as possible, you lift the primaries, trying to sneak the sponge underneath. You can hear Spitfire grunt as the damaged appendage is lightly pulled open. Steeling yourself, you swipe along her body, cleaning grit and blood from her body. She sighs as you finish, and let her wing fold up tight against her once more.

“You know better than that. I’m just a pony like you. There’s nothing special about me.” She said, looking down at the bathwater. “I don’t let anything happen to the ponies I work with. I know they depend on me. That went for your mom, and it goes for you too.”

Washing the rest of her body comes much easier. Not having to worry about her injuries, you lather up her other side as the mare shifts over for you. “Am I just another cadet then? Is that why you…”

She lay there for a few moments, the only sound in the tiled room the slow rough scrubbing of the yellow sponge. “No.” She said quietly, still not looking up at you. Spitfire kept her head low against the steamy water. “I’d be lying if I said I did it only because of that.”

You reached her flanks, blushing slightly as you set the sponge down in the water. The Wonderbolt Captain looked at you finally, her eyes in that familiar half lidded gaze. “Don’t tell me you’re done? A fine nurse you make.”

“I…well, I thought you could…” You stammered, turning crimson.

“You’re cute, rookie.”

Dutifully, you pick up the sponge, and slide around to her flank. Spitfire playfully flips her tail to one side, exposing herself to you. Already aroused from washing the mare, you found your member suddenly rock hard as you slowly moved the sponge against her, the rough fibers stroking against her sensitive inner thighs as you run it down her muscled leg. You stroke back upwards, and graze her outer labia, making the mare sigh as her marehood flexed against the stimulation.

You wash her rump, moving the sponge under her dock, fiery orange tail rising up at a lewd angle as you circled her tight ponut. Your hoof freezes as you stare into the abyss between her thighs, plotting how to navigate the treacherous terrain. Concentrating, you bring the sponge down, trying to wait for her to wink, before stroking quickly around her snatch. In your haste, you graze her clit, making the mare catch her breath.

“S…sorry!”

“Don’t apologize. Everything feels just fine.” She replied dreamily.

Soldiering on, you finish washing her legs, before moving up to the other side of her flank. You decide to go slower this time, carefully outlining her marehood. Spitfire had her plot stuck out prominently now, literally thrusting it in your face. You move as expertly as you know how, washing the damp fur around her most intimate spot. As you near the top, the stimulation was too much, and she winks again on your hoof, mashing her clit into the sponge. The mare lets out a small whimper as the rough object grasps her clit lightly, pulling at it as you run the sponge up over her tail.

The yellow pony eyes you lustfully as you finish cleaning her. Smoothly running your hooves down her legs, you finally end at her trimmed fetlocks, before turning back and rinsing the suds from her body.

A short while later you sat in the living room, drying Spitfire’s mane, gently working the white fluffy towel through her fiery hair. She sighs, melting into the couch as you move to her back, massaging her. Carefully you dry around her wing, not wanting to ruin her moment of relaxation.

“We need to put these back on.” You say, motioning to her splint and bandages.

She rolls onto her back, her body on full display. “You can do it. I trust you.”

You hesitate only for a moment before reaching to her still slightly damp body with the linen bandage. Spitfire arcs her back to allow you to roll it around her chest, binding her wing to her body once more. You weren’t sure if she cared, but you did your best to leave her good wing unbound. Tying a clumsy knot, she settled back down, gazing at you with half lidded eyes.

Working the splint back onto her leg, you tie it gently, binding it gently to her hoof. She winces in pain as you tie the final knot, but it only lingers on her face for a moment.

“Thanks.” She said quietly, as she stretched out on the sofa. “I take it back. You actually make a decent nurse.”

Smiling, you sat down next to her. The mare slides over slightly, letting you lay down in front of her, your body pushed against her damp coat. Her head nestles into your mane, and you can feel her warm breath as she settles down next to you.

“You aren’t going to just leave me like that after the bath though, are you rookie?” She whispered into your ear. “A good nurse takes care of all their patient's needs.” Spitfire accentuated her words by pushing her thighs into your plot. You swore you could feel the heat radiating from her.

Flipping around, you found yourself still hard, colthood pushing against her stomach as the mare chuckled. “You’re so eager. Did you save that just for me?”

Blushing slightly, you just nodded to her. She smiled, before moving her muzzle to yours, embracing you as she kissed you deeply. Trying to hold her like before, you accidentally grazed her wing. She shuddered slightly, breaking away.

“E…easy. Still a little tender here.” She whispered, muzzle still gritted in pain. “I have something that might make things a bit easier. We can just think of it as a medical aid.”

As she described where to find the object, you felt a sudden knot in your stomach. She couldn’t know could she? Dutifully you retrieved it from the all too familiar drawer; eight inches of black phallic plastic. She was grinning at you as you walked back in, holding it.

“You look cute holding that thing.” She joked at you. “You sure you haven’t found it before while rifling through my things?”

You felt a sudden twinge of panic as you looked down at the ground, averting yourself from her gaze.

“You did, didn’t you?” She smiled evilly. “Such a naughty little colt. Come here. Sit down next to me.”

As you sat down, you realized how awkward you looked, holding the plastic toy in your lap like some sort of pet. You felt a wave of relief as Spitfire reached across your body, holding your hoof around her toy, guiding you. She flipped a small switch, and the fake shaft came alive, buzzing vigorously in your hoof. She sighed as she pushed it against your own thighs, working the smooth plastic against your skin. You looked down, mesmerized as the toy tickled your inner thighs, before touching your groin. Your eyes went wide as she pressed the side of it to your colthood, the vibrations echoing through your thighs, tickling your balls and prostate. Grunting at the sudden feeling, you thrust yourself against her hoof, a drip of pre running down your vibrating dick.

“Does my little cadet like that?” She whispered. “I bet you didn’t think it worked on colts too, did you?”

You felt like replying, but couldn’t, finding yourself entirely focused on the vibrating toy. It was unlike anything you had ever felt. Spitfire expertly worked it along your shaft, masturbating you as she teased you with her toy.

The mare took your source of pleasure away, pulling back the black toy. As you look over at her, tongue lolled out to the side, she grins, bringing it to her muzzle, licking your pre off the shiny plastic. She runs the toy down her perfect yellow coat, along her chest, down her shapely stomach, and around her twin teats. Lustfully, she leaves the still vibrating toy balanced between her thick haunches, millimeters away from her winking sex.

“Your turn, rookie.” She said softly.

Feeling your heart beating faster in anticipation, you grasp the smooth object, pressing it against Spitfire’s inner thighs, grazing her damp sex. She’s gently moving against your hoof as you move down her winking marehood, running the tip inside her folds as her pussy futilely tries to grasp the object and pull it inside. You start making circles, running up and down her pussy, lingering at her clit, making her softly moan.

“P…put it in.” She said in an urgent whisper, gyrating her hips against your hoof. You oblige happily, easing the tip in at first, before realizing the mare was pulling it inside all on her own as her muscles contracted on the black object. You feel a rush of sexual satisfaction when you hilt the toy inside her, wanting to give the mare as much pleasure as possible. Dropping down to her side, you lower your muzzle to her, smelling the scent of her dripping snatch. Reaching out your tongue, you start lapping at her clit as you keep pushing the vibrating toy inside her, then wait for her powerful muscles to push it out, before hilting it again inside her.

You realize just how worked up she must have been. It’s only a few minutes before she clenches hard on the toy, softly crying out as she splattered your muzzle with her cum. Her thighs stiffened as she rode her orgasm out, pushing the black shaft completely out as she her juices flowed down her inner thighs and down her dock to her tail. Panting, she opened her eyes, looking at you longingly, her marehood still spasming as her orgasm subsided.

“That was pretty awesome…” She sighed, resting her head on the back of the sofa. She picked up the now drenched dildo. “Gotta love this little guy. It always does the trick.”

As the mare glanced down at the fast growing puddle of marecum by her tail, she noticed your now rock hard erection. You stared back at her with longing and lust still at the forefront of your mind.

“Well I’m still pretty sore rookie, but I think I can do something about…that.” She smiled, motioning to your colthood. “Come lay next to me again.”

You eagerly moved up next to the mare, laying down facing her. She giggled at you, her face still flush from sex. “Not that way. Turn around.”

Obeying her blindly, you flipped around, feeling her move around behind you, her fuzzy body rubbing yours, making your shaft ache with anticipation. Your breathing sped up as you felt her soft touch on your side. You snuck a peak, and saw her good wing caressing your flank, Spitfire expertly moving it along the sensitive skin. Your breath caught in your throat as she traced down your groin, before the soft feathers reached your cock, the fine tips gently teasing it as you felt yourself move your thighs forward, shaft twitching as you sought more contact.

You sighed as Spitfire actually grasped your member in her prehensile wings. You never had seen another pegasi with as much control over them as her. She cupped your balls with impossibly soft feathers, before running up the underside of your shaft and circling the head. Moaning quietly, you pushed your body back against her, feeling her warmth as she stroked you off with her wing.

As the mare masturbated you, you felt her good hoof run along your flank, massaging it gently. She was stroking along your taint with it, teasing your ass with her hooftip. It wasn’t the first time she had touched you there. Relaxing, you settled back and let the talented mare work. A moment later, you realized something. That wasn’t her hoof anymore. A strange vibrating sensation was spreading through your groin, your tight hole clenching shut reflexively as the tapered tip pushed against you.

“Sp…Spitfire…what are you…?”

“Shhh. I told you it always did the trick, right? Well wait until you see it work on a stallion.” She said, pushing forward. The entire shaft was well lubed from her cum, and with little resistance, she pushed inside, the vibrations making your dick twitch against her wing.

“Just relax. You trust me, right?” She asked.

“Y…yah. Go ahead.” You replied.

“That’s my cadet.”

With all the encouragement she needed, the fiery mare pushed the object further inside, burying it up to the medial ring. The sudden fullness felt strange, but not unpleasant. But the one thing you did notice was that on the first thrust the intruder pushed against something deep inside. Something that felt amazing. As she left it inside, the vibrations nearly touched it, but were too far away. You felt yourself trying to flex your muscles, clenching against the buzzing toy.

“Do you like that?” She whispered into your ear.

“It’s not…It’s not touching it anymore…” You said, wanting the mare to hit that spot again.

“Oh? What do you mean?” She replied innocently.” She pulled the shaft out slowly, touching that spot again. She nearly pulled it all the way out, keeping the flared tip just inside.

“Put it back, please.” You pleaded with her, the need for release growing.

“You want me to fuck your tight little tailhole, rookie?”

A brief moment of silence. You really did want her to.

“Just say it.”

“I…I want you to…” You stammered, quietly.

The orange mare interrupted you, twisting the black vibrator inside your ass. “Say it louder.”

“I want you to fuck me with it!” You said, growing frustrated. You wanted to feel her hit that spot again.

You couldn’t see her grin with your back turned to her. “Don’t worry. “I’ll give you a good workout down here.” She said, giving your tailhole a sudden prod.

You could feel her pull the shaft back out almost all the way, before pushing forward, the flared tip touching your little button again, vibrating against it viciously. Your colthood leaked a trickle of pre as she ran over it, burying the dildo inside you. She then drew it back out, leaving you suddenly empty and unsatisfied. As soon as she left you disappointed, she redeemed herself, pushing the black shaft inside again, hitting your prostate once more. Each time she bumped the vibrating toy against it, you could feel your hips move on their own, humping Spitfire’s yellow wing.

The mare increased her speed, fucking you fast with the plastic toy. Each time she prodded your prostate, you felt a sudden pleasureful pressure through your groin, making your dick pulse against her soft wing. Grunting slightly each time she pushed inside of you, you pushed your plot back against her hoof, wishing for her to go deeper.

As she loosened you up, she could feel the thick medial ring push inside you. Grinning, she knew she was close. She could take the entire length with no problem, but on a male, the ring was at just about the right length to…

“Ahnnnggggg…!” You cry out as the ring pushes against your prostate. All of a sudden, the pressure is unbearable, and you feel yourself cumming harder than you ever could have imagined, thrusting against Spitfire’s soft wing as she jerked you off quicker, moving up and down your shaft with impressive speed. Your first spurt feels like it could have obtained escape velocity, shooting out into the room, pooling on the coffee table. You gyrated your ass against the thick dildo as your orgasm continued, shooting your thick cum all over the living room floor.

Spitfire fucked the vibrator back and forth slightly, rubbing your prostate more, coaxing more seed from you. “Crap…” you moaned, your orgasm still rolling over you. Even after your dick stopped shooting, the cum just oozed out of you as Spitfire milked your prostate, her good wing being coated in your thick seed.

You were breathing heavily as your cum finally played out. It felt like your balls had just been milked dry. Your shrinking member still twitched in anticipation as Spitfire moved the black shaft around in your tailhole. You sighed, trying to catch your breath as you settled back against her warm fluff.

“I told you that you’d like it.” She said softly into your ear.

“I didn’t think it would be like that.”

“Yah, well it’s pretty intense for a guy. Some stallions I knew hated it because it was so intense.” Spitfire said.

“Their loss.” You replied.

Spitfire slowly worked the shaft out of you, a sudden emptiness as it popped out of your ass. Glancing down, she noticed the large mess you had made. “H…hey! Look what you did to my coffee table!”

“It’s not my fault!” You said innocently.

“Well it’s time to get up anyways. My wing is getting pretty sore.” Glancing down at your cooling pile of cum, she chided you. "I think you have some cleaning to do, though."

You helped the yellow mare up, opening the door to the bathroom. Taking a towel from the kitchen, you started cleaning up the living room.

You simply couldn’t believe how much you had cum. It was pooled on the sofa, running down onto the floor, and sticking some magazines on the coffee table together. You didn’t mind cleaning up too much though.

After all, it had been worth it.