Spitfire blinks the sleep from her eyes as she wakes, eyes throbbing slightly from the faint lingering feeling of a hangover. Sprawled out on the couch, she looks down at you, smiling slightly as she sees your head resting on her flank. You're curled up at her hooves. She moves slightly, blushing as your morning erection prods her yellow hoof. Spitfire sighs, brushing your disheveled mane from your face. She sits there patiently, listening to your light snoring as the room fills with sunlight.

The light is like daggers stabbing through heavy eyelids. Your head is pounding as you slowly wake up, stomach lurching as you move sore joints. Your neck is crooked at an odd angle as you pick your head up off the pillow, a thin string of drool leading from your muzzle. Spitfire takes her hoof away, letting you wake. Your mind wanders as you look down, seeing that your pillow strongly resembled Spitfire's tight yellow flank. Hastily you wipe your drool from her fur.

What happened last night...

Panicking slightly as you fight through the haze of a strong hangover, you realize your morning wood is prodding against the mare's hooves, straining gamely against the soft fur of her fetlocks. Your muzzle is still close to her flank, and you can smell her, still fresh and feminine even after the long night out. She moves one of her hooves slightly, rubbing against your package. Stifling a sigh, you carefully try to pull away, not wanting to wake the mare.

Suddenly, her whole leg moves, making you lose your footing and topple onto the floor, bumping an already aching head on the coffee table. You scramble to cover yourself, feeling aware of the intimate position you were in with the yellow mare. Blushing, you already feel the telltale signs of a past orgasm all over your nethers, splashed against the blanket under your rump. Figuring you had a wet dream or something, you struggle to pull the blanket away to hide it, your head throbbing with every pull.

Spitfire sighs, freezing you in your tracks as she rolls over and looks at you. "Mmm, what gives, kid. It's too early and I've got too big a headache to be waking up like this." She sees the blanket in your muzzle. "Doing some laundry?" she said, grinning.

"Well, um, I just figured I'd wash it, since I guess I slept on it last night..."

"I see. You really don't remember at all what happened last night do you?"

Thinking back, you told the truth. You couldn't remember anything much past the bar. "I just remember you flew me home."

"No problem, rookie." She got off the couch, stretching. She got away with only a slight ache in her head from the previous night, thankfully. Looking down at the stained blanket, she realized she probably got away with a lot more. "Don't worry about last night, you didn't miss much. I guess you just passed out on the couch talking."

You felt a twinge of fear in your guts. "Passed out? Is that why I feel so bad, Spitfire?" your face contorts into a look of horror. "Am I going to die?"

She laughs at you. "I hope not! You might feel a little sick though. That's the price you pay when you drink too much." Spitfire takes the blanket from your muzzle. "Here, I got it." She takes the fabric, balling it up. You tentatively watch her take it into the bathroom, praying to Celestia she didn’t look closer at it.

You sit down at the dining room table, waiting for the bathroom. Your head won’t stop pounding. Somehow you feel like throwing up, and yet at the same time you feel as if you couldn’t even if you wanted to. Looking over at the kitchen, you wonder if there was anything to eat?

Inside the fridge, you find the motherload. Cold pizza. It was a day old, but it had aged well. Hungrily attacking a slice, you trot over and pour some water. You were so bucking thirsty for some reason.

You hear Spitfire start the shower, sighing to yourself. Guess you would have to wait. You almost felt like going back to sleep, but your pounding head probably wouldn’t allow it.

She’s oddly quick this time, allowing you inside early, as she walks out with a towel around her mane. You quickly take care of things, joining her at the table. You smile as you see her eating the cold pizza.

She looks up with those orange eyes, fresh from the shower as strands of orange mane flow down her neck. “What?” She says, muzzle full of pizza. “It’s good for a hangover.”

Sitting down next to her, you join her. She eats silently, eating a few pieces before closing the box up again. “Only thing missing is some coffee. I just can’t start my day without it.” She glances over at you. “Gods, you look terrible rookie. You want some aspirin or something?”

You nod your head pitifully. Either aspirin or a sledgehammer. Whatever ends the pain faster.

She hands you the two white pills, and you down them quickly. A yellow hoof rests on your back, slowly rubbing your shoulders. Looking back in surprise, she just directs your muzzle forward and down, working her hooves into your upper back and neck. “Working with the Wonderbolts so long, I know a thing about dealing with sick ponies.” She said softly. “And hung over ones.”

Spitfire rubs your head from your temples downward, caressing your neck as she deeply kneads your shoulders. She works your back for ten minutes, before she lets go, and gently has you sit back in the chair. She’s taken her towel off, letting her mane frizz out wildly. “Just sit there and relax for a bit. I promise you’ll feel better in a little while.”

She walked into the bathroom, combing her mane carefully, smoothing it down into her characteristic slicked back spikes. Busying herself around the apartment, you noticed her get dressed in her instructor uniform.

“I’m heading in to work, rookie. There’s going to be a lot of crap to handle after yesterday. Plus I need my coffee fix. You can just hang out downtown today, or come by the academy if you want. Just don’t go getting lost, kay?” She grabbed her keys and headed to the door. “Oh, and if you really do start to feel lousy, you can tell the doorman downstairs, they can get a hold of me.”

As she started to leave, she stopped over you for a moment. You could feel her on your mane, as she leaned over and kissed you on the head. At least you thought she did. She really had, right? You blushed red as she shut the door on her way out, leaving you in a confused silence.

Slumped on the table, you sat in the quiet of the apartment. It was strange to be there all by yourself. It was a mare’s place after all. When Spitfire was with you, you felt welcomed, but for some reason with her gone, it felt strange and exciting, like you were in some forbidden place.

Her massage had helped you a lot, but your head still throbbed every time you moved your head, sensitive to every motion and sound. You drank some more of the water, trying to remember the last night. You could remember Spitfire holding you as you flew back, watching the city as she carried you. But after that…

Getting up, you walked around a bit, wetting your mane in the bathroom, trying to make yourself look at least halfway presentable. You shuddered a bit at your reflection. Dark rings outlined bloodshot eyes. You washed your muzzle, trying to wash away the previous night. Walking out, the clothes hamper sat open, beckoning.

You narrowed your eyes. “Not today, temptress.” You muttered. Grabbing your saddlebags from her room, you glance at her nightstand.

You knew what were inside. You’d seen her dig inside it several times, pulling out silky little treasures. You could feel yourself reaching for the handle, your libido getting the best of you as you started thinking of what was inside. The drawer slid open effortlessly, and your eyes widened at the selection of carefully folded undergarments. Spitfire had a wide selection, all neatly folded squares of mare flank hugging bliss. Face flushed, you pushed the stacks away, careful not to disturb them. You rooted deeper in the drawer, sensing something buried near the bottom.

That’s when the heavens split open and the ground beneath you fell away. There was no past nor any future. The only thing that mattered anymore was this moment, this very moment in your young life. You knew bucking well what you found. A long phallic shaped plastic toy, cunningly shaped like a stallion’s tool. Heart threatening to burst from your chest, you grasped it carefully, holding it in your hoof. You imagined when she might have used it last.

Almost trembling with excitement, you brought it to your muzzle, and smelled it. Some pony angel in heaven erupted into hymn, as you breathed in the scent. It was like smelling her times ten. The sweet smell of Spitfire, amplified until it was wet and sopping with the musky odor of sex. You nearly passed out, sighing deeply as you placed it back in the drawer. You stared longingly at the other unmentionables. But you knew Spitfire didn’t like you touching her things…with good reason. She was really nice to you lately too.

You put everything back the way you found it, and trotted away. You weren’t going to do *that* with her things anymore. You owed it to her at least.

You grabbed a slice of pizza on the way out. Chuckling, you walked down the hallway, and took the elevator down. ‘She’ll never know.’ You thought.

As you walked into the street, the sun was almost blinding. Tall white and glass buildings towered over you, seeming to catch the sunlight and intensifying it. Thankfully the streets were sparsely travelled in the late morning, almost peaceful compared to rush hour. Casually you take off and head towards the academy.

Cresting the mesa, you cruise around a bit, looking for the Wonderbolts. You spotted Blaze and Soarin’ seated near the amphitheater, watching some other uniformed ponies trying a routine.

As you land next to them, they welcome you cheerfully. They didn’t seem the worse for wear from the previous night. “Quite a show last night, kid. You did us proud as a Wonderbolt cadet. Six beers and still standing. You’re a credit to the uniform.” He held out a hoof, clopping it against yours in the air.

Blaze was sitting watching the cadets. “Hey, watch this. Spitfire’s putting the new trainees through the wringer.”

Looking up, you saw the high flying mare streaking through the sky, a group of blue clad cadets struggling to keep up. Shooting straight up, she beckoned for them to follow, watching intently as they struggled to match her altitude. Just as the lead cadet met her, she bombed towards the ground, leading them on a fast paced chase through a set of closely placed cloud rings. You stared, wide eyed, as she made it look easy.

The cadets were falling over themselves trying to follow. Some collided with the cloud rings, others with themselves as they followed the steep descent. Spitfire leveled out quickly as she hit the ground, arching up in a graceful loop, making a perfect four point landing. The Wonderbolts watching cheered and clapped, as she flicked her sweat drenched mane back, grinning.

Trying to follow the acrobatic mare, the cadets didn’t fare as well. Some pulled up too late, crashing into the ground unceremoniously. Others missed the mark completely and flew too far, out of the landing zone. Every mistake was met with stern words from Spitfire, and a notice that they had to go back and start over.

As she started the last cadet on the course again, she walked over, beaming as she saw you. “Rookie! I didn’t even think you’d be out of bed after last night!”

“Well…I’m still feeling a little queasy. Is that normal?”

Soarin’ ruffled your mane with his hoof a bit. “For a first timer, I’d say we can give you a pass on it. I expect you to get better though! A true Wonderbolt can hold his liquor. Did I ever tell you about when the ambassador of the Northern Wastes visited Canterlot, and he nearly drank me under the table? I had to still do a show tomorrow, and…”

Spitfire knocked him upside the head with her hoof. “Don’t give the kid any wrong ideas, please. I think we already corrupted him enough this week.”

“Sorry!” Soarin’ called back from the ground.

“You wanna wait for me, rookie? I’m gonna take a shower, but we can check out the obstacle course after that. Maybe I can give you some pointers so you can pass it. Impress your mom when she gets back.”

“Okay.” You said, nodding.

She started walking off with Blaze. The yellow mare looked back at you, her eyes stern. “Don’t get any ideas, either. You wait right out here with the cadets.”

Slightly offended, you sat down, watching them walk off. Soarin’ got up, rubbing his muzzle. “Geez, what did you do to deserve that warning, kid?”

You looked up at him and answered completely honestly. “You don’t want to know.”

Smirking, he patted your head. “Fair enough.” He said, watching the cadets try to replicate Spitfire’s routine. They were failing again. Badly. After only a few moments of watching them fall over each other, the stallion looks over at you. “Well I guess we better go check the showers then.”

You fumbled for words at the sudden change from the stallion. “B…but, she said we shouldn’t, and…”

He gave you his best ‘too cool for school’ look. “Look kid, when a mare tells you not to do something, you’re sposed to do it.”

“What now?”

“Gods, don’t you know anything about mares, kid?” He said, slamming a hoof to his forehead. “I’m just gonna have to teach you everything, aren’t I?”

“H…hey! I know some things!”

Smirking, he started guiding you over towards the female section of the showers. “We’ll see, we’ll see. I’ll have you know though, I’m the Wonderbolt’s leading expert on mare studies.”

“That’s quite the title.”

“Well don’t think I didn’t earn it. I’ve studied long hours to gain this knowledge. If you study with me, you will learn much, my apprentice.” He said stoically, fumbling as he half flapped, half climbed to the top of a concrete wall. He reached down, helping you up.

On top of the wall, a thin ledge extended the length of the building. Narrow windows had been placed along the top, venting the steam from the showers. Almost invisible while flying by, you noticed Soarin’ wedge himself in the thin space, giving him an unobstructed view of the entire mare’s shower. He motioned you over, showing you how to perch on the ledge just right so you can watch too.

You immediately saw Spitfire and Blaze. They were almost the only ponies in the whole place, and looked almost identical. They were chatting happily as they lathered up under the hot stream of the shower. You noticed Blaze flicking her tail as she added shampoo, scrubbing her plot with a brush.

Soarin’ was lost in his own world. He kept murmuring something about Blaze ‘being a dirty girl’ and needing to ‘get clean’. You were thankful he didn’t seem to mention Spitfire.

Speaking of Spitfire…

She was missing. She had been there a moment ago, right? You glanced back down. Yes, there was Blaze. Wait. Why was she looking up at you? Was she smiling?

All of a sudden, a streak of orange knocked Soarin’ to off his perch, making him fall in an undignified heap on the ground. You look in the air, and Spitfire is glaring at you, mane still filled with suds.

“Spitfire…lets’ talk about this…”

She’s on you in a second. Strong hooves pull you away from the ledge, and you fall to the ground next to Soarin, grunting as the wind is knocked out of you. She lands next to you, scowling at the both of you. “Soarin’…don’t bring the rookie down to your level, okay?” She said, flying back to the lockers.

Head throbbing, bones aching, and struggling to get your breath back, you look over at the stallion. He looks at you, smiling. “I could not be more pleased with how that went.”

Nursing an aching back, you sit obediently on the bench outside the mare's lockers, waiting for Spitfire. Her and Blaze walked out a short time later. Blaze is laughing at you, as Spitfire scowls, a deadpan expression on her face. "C'mon rookie, let's go." She said, dragging you towards the training course. You could see Soarin' catching a hoof in the head from Blaze. He looked at you pitifully as you walked away.

"Why do you feel like you have to do that crap just to see a mare?" Spitfire asked as you flew over to the course. "You know, you could just talk to one. You're fun to be around, and cute too. There's plenty of mares that want to be around a colt like you."

You're blushing at her praise. "I never met any fillies my age I like to be around..."

"Hey, I don't believe that. You're just too shy to talk to them?”

"N...no." You stammer.

"What's the problem then rookie? You can talk to me just fine."

Looking away from the yellow mare, you drop your voice slightly. “That’s different. I’ve been going to shows and watching you since before I can remember. I feel like I could tell you anything, Spitfire.”

She smirks at that statement. “Seems like you still are okay with lying to me.”

“I…I mean…I’m sorry.” You said quietly. “I didn’t mean to.”

Spitfire reaches out her wingtip, touching yours slightly as you spiral down to the obstacle course. She’s touching you gently as you both glide downward, landing in unison. “Are you going to start being honest with me, rookie?” She said, stepping closer to you, almost touching your muzzle as she stared into your eyes. She isn’t trying to intimidate you. Her orange eyes are wide open and kind.

Sighing deeply, you look down for only a moment, before looking up and meeting her gaze. You didn’t want to hide from her anymore. Feeling your courage flow through you as you stared into her eyes, you found your words came easy. “I never met any other fillies because I wanted to be with you, okay? I wanted to for two years now. I watched that show you did for the Princesses, for the Summer solstice. Mom had flown into Soarin’ on accident, and she was in trouble. Spinning out and falling, I remember how afraid I was. To me, mom was the strongest pony I knew. There was nothing that could take her out. I was just a foal, scared out of my mind as I watched mom plummeting for the ground, and all I could do was look on helplessly. And then you came out of nowhere. An orange and yellow streak of flame across the sky.

“You saved her, Spitfire.” You said, looking at the mare intently, eyes wet as tears started forming. “The whole crowd cheered as I saw you carrying mom to safety. I guess I never looked at you the same way after that. You were always so strong and confident; always there for the team, always there for my mom. You were everything I wasn’t…”

“That’s not true, kid. Don’t do this to yourself…”

Tears came freely now, wetting your muzzle as your emotions fell away, exposed before the Wonderbolt Captain. “It is true! I saw it! Ever since then, Spitfire, I never was interested in other mares. I just wanted to be around you.” You said, wiping tears from your muzzle. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Spitfire. I might not be good enough for you, I might be just a kid, but I only ever wanted to be near you.” You’re falling against her now, head cradled in the yellow fluff of her chest. “That’s why I do the things I do, alright? I don’t care if you hate me. I don’t care if you never let me join the Wonderbolts. Just let me stay here with you.”

Crying quietly into her chest, minutes go by. It seems like a long time before she talks. You were dreading it. “I told you, rookie, Wonderbolts don’t cry.” Your heart skipped as you looked up at her. She’s smiling at you, that cool, confident smile only Spitfire could give you. She reaches around you and holds you close, the both of you just staring into each other’s eyes.

Time seems to stand still as she reaches her muzzle forward, meeting you full on the lips as she kisses you. Your face is red hot as you fanatically think of what to do. There wasn’t any reason for concern, though. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Holding you firmly against her, she prodded your mouth with her tongue. Taking the hint, you opened for her, and for a brief moment of bliss your tongues met, pressing against one another. Your breath is racing now as you try to copy her, tasting her fully as you french kiss the fiery pegasus. You open your eyes, and you find her gaze, making your heart race as she explores your mouth with hers.

After an eternity, she pulls away, leaving you dazed as you stared into her hypnotic eyes. “I think I had a dream about this the other day…” You murmured.

She seems to find that very amusing. Chuckling, Spitfire caresses your neck with her yellow hoof, holding you close to her chest as she rubs against you intimately. “You’re not going to lie to me anymore now, are you, rookie?”

“No, ma’am!”

She puts a hoof to your lips. “Don’t say that. You sound like one of my recruits.”

“I thought I was your cadet?”

“You were. I think it’s time for a promotion though.” She says, looking at you seductively.

Your heart is racing with excitement as you fly through the late afternoon, following the yellow and orange mare. The thoughts of what she wants from you are vibrant in your young mind. Even the simple act of flying has you nearly beside yourself as you watch her hot flank as she streaks toward the apartment building.

As you reach the destination, she lands, the both of you nearly galloping for the elevator, hitting her floor. She grabs you as the doors close, kissing your muzzle and neck as her powerful body pushes against you, trapped against the elevator wall. The fear of others seeing you in the cramped space fades away as she assaults you with her tongue, alternating between kissing your muzzle and neck. She’s grabbing your flank, soft hooves rubbing under your dock and up towards your groin, making you sigh into her waiting mouth.

You can already feel your shaft growing and rubbing between your hot bodies as she pushes you through the door into her place. You let her take the lead, as she pushes you down onto the couch, your erection springing to full mast as you tumble onto your back. Her eyes are on it hungrily, and she slithers between your thighs, her muzzle rubbing against your balls, before she moves up your shaft, teasing you. Your legs twitch as she reaches out her pink tongue, breathing against you but holding back any contact. Thrusting against her with a look of urgency, she finally concedes, kissing the sensitive underside.

As you moan for her, she heightens her efforts. Suckling at your flared tip, she starts stroking your base, masturbating you into her hot mouth. She’s looking at you intently as she milks you.

Gods, you were ready to cum ten minutes ago. There’s no way you could last against this.

You explode into her mouth, gasping as you fill her up with your hot seed. Not missing a beat, she keeps bobbing on the tip, staring through you with those orange eyes. You ride through the orgasm, giving her as much of your cum as possible. Greedy lips take it all, a slight bulge in her throat as she swallows your essence. Pulling off your member with a small dribble of cum on her lower muzzle, she crawls up against you, holding your body to hers as she looks at you with hungry eyes.

Almost panting, she looks down, then back at you. “You’re getting hard again.”

“Sorry.”

She laughs, holding herself up with her front hooves, rubbing her nethers against your growing erection. “Don’t apologize, rookie…I’m not complaining. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a stallion that really wanted me.”

She pushing your dick through her furry thighs now. You can feel your shaft press through her tight, warm, furry nethers, before reaching her silky soft tail. Spitfire is riding you hard, and your sensitive member is rising to the occasion. She leans down against you, her soft body against yours. The mare kisses you, all the while still humping your shaft, making you moan into her muzzle.

“You said…you’re just a kid…” She moans into your ear. “But you’re….more of a stallion…then anyone I’ve had…”

Your brain would have had you smirk if you weren’t focusing her writhing body.

"Are you ready?" She asks, her voice husky and willing.

Looking down, then back at her, you stammer for words. “I don’t know, I don’t have a condom or anything…”

Smirking, she lowers herself slowly onto you. As she descends, she looks into your eyes as you discover her warm insides. “You might be cute, kid. But just shut up, okay?” She says, hilting your entire length inside her. You groan as you feel her furry nethers grind against you, her slit gripping you firmly, as tiny ripples inside her work over your still sensitive shaft. Her velvet cunt is quivering on your dick now, almost trying to pull you farther inside. Spitfire’s orange tail is flicking across your thighs as she sighs in pleasure as she enjoys your colthood inside her.

The mare takes the lead again, holding you down against the leather sofa, starting to ride you, slow and powerful thrusts as she bucks up and down on her new toy. She’s almost crying out now at each thrust, as you hilt inside her each time. Her hoof seeks her swollen clit, rubbing herself lewdly in front of her. Wanting to please your teacher, you reach out and touch her, rubbing your inexperienced hoof over her nethers. Not missing a beat, she guides you, putting your hooftip on her swollen clit.

Her eyes are closed tight as her breath starts coming faster, short gasps as she pleasures herself on your dick. Feeling your orgasm coming again, your thighs press against her tightly. Thinking for a split second of warning her, you let her experience dominate you, rubbing your hoof against her clit faster, making her marehood spasm on your shaft hard, gripping your dick in a velvet vice. She’s cumming. The realization overwhelms you, and you empty your balls inside her, filling her with your seed. Erupting time after time, her slit keeps spasming on your dick, coaxing shot after shot of seed to coat her inner walls.

Gasping, the yellow mare falls against you, nuzzling you as she enjoyed her afterglow. Your colthood still deep inside her, you held her warm body close to you. Burying your muzzle in her mane, you could smell her lemon shampoo.

She’s still catching her breath as she pulls away slightly, looking into your eyes. “I don’t think your mom will approve of this, rookie.”

“It won’t be the first secret I’ve kept, right?”

Spitfire smirks at you, rubbing her muzzle against yours. “You won’t keep anything from me though, right?”

You kiss her again, initiating it yourself this time. She’s taken aback at first, but then melts for you, letting you kiss her deeply. When you break away, your eyes meet again. “I’ll try really hard.”

Spitfire nuzzles against you, kissing your neck. “Good enough for me.” She says quietly

You stroke her mane this time as she falls asleep on your body. You knew one thing for sure as she fell asleep against your body. She would always be your Captain, and you’d always be there for her.

Author's Note

Here's a little collection of fanart people have been posting on the /mlp/ thread

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