The next morning was like being awake and dreaming at once. Batting sleep from your eyes, you felt the warm body of Spitfire cradling you to her gently, her wing tucked over you intimately. She was still sleeping soundly, her face a picture of angelic bliss in the morning sun. A strange feeling of happiness and excitement coursed through you as you woke and snuggled against her. You felt as if you had done something forbidden, yet terribly arousing at the same time.

Nuzzling into her soft neck fluff, she blinked slightly and woke, looking down at you with a sly grin. She pulls you closer with her powerful wing. For several minutes you just enjoy the feeling of her gentle breathing as you lay against her.

“Scoot over, okay? I need to get up.” She breaks the silence, shuffling off the sofa and heading for the bathroom. You flop over on your back and look out the window as you wait. She doesn’t take long. Strutting back over to you, she slid across your body, her furry chest rubbing against yours as she pinned you on the leather couch. Looking down at you with half closed eyes, she leans down and kisses you, starting slowly at first, before cocking her head slightly and tasting you completely.

As she breaks away, she’s glowing radiantly in the light. Mane now combed back neatly, she nuzzled against you for a while, her breath warm and comforting on your neck. Feeling unsure and hesitant, she takes the lead, stroking your chest with her hoof as she laid against you.

“Mmm, as much as I’d like to keep going rookie, I think we need to get going. I have an early practice for the Summer Festival. We’ll get something to eat on the way, okay?”

Nodding back, you follow her out. You wished you could have kept going, too.

You both stop at the same diner for breakfast as you had the other day. It’s quiet, being later in the morning and a weekday. You sit in a booth towards the back. Spitfire keeps looking at you and glancing away. After ordering, she stares at you intently.

“Hey rookie…you realize you can’t tell anyone what we did last night, right?”

You weren’t stupid. You knew why. “Yah…I know.” Looking back into her gaze, you felt you just had to ask something. “Spitfire…why did you…you know…there’s lots of stallions at the academy, and…”

She grins widely, reaching over and ruffling your mane. “You’re so damn cute, sometimes, you know? Anyways, don’t sell yourself short. You’re a lot different from most other stallions and colts, don’t forget that, okay?” She said, glancing down at the polished table. “And well, even if you are kind of a perv, it’s kind of a turn on...”

You instantly find yourself blushing, your whole face burning as you remembered your past ‘exploits’.

“Well like Fire Streak, he just wanted me for the sex. And even then, he didn’t care about me when we did anything. He didn’t want to be around me otherwise, or ever listen to me. At first I thought it was a little strange, how obsessed you were with me and my stuff, but I have to admit, it’s kind of hot. I’ve never had another stallion want me so much. It feels…sort of awesome, really.”

As if to punctuate her words, you could feel her hoof rubbing yours under the table. Freezing at the sudden contact, you could feel her working her way up, rubbing her fetlocks against your inner thighs, tickling you.

“There’s never been a stallion that felt like that about me. There’s a lot of career ponies in the academy, and mating is just kind of a diversion for them, a back seat to progressing up the ranks.” Oh gods, she’s rubbing your sheath now. You sigh as your member starts peeking, and she immediately turns her attention to it.

“Like right now, I bet you’re just thinking about what kind of dirty things you want to do to me later, hm?”

You nod, melting into the seat as she slowly rubs you with her hoof, alternating between stroking you with the smooth end, and rubbing her furry fetlocks against the sensitive bottom. Suddenly she winks, pulling her hoof away. The waitress comes and drops off your plates, as you shift uncomfortably trying to hide your erection.

Spitfire starts eating, as if nothing had just happened. “Besides, I like being around you rookie. You’re cute and funny, and I feel like I can be myself around you. Age doesn’t matter that much…I mean, you’re one of my cadets now. You’re mature enough for that. As long as you don’t mind an old mare like me?”

You almost feel insulted she mentioned it. “You’re not old…”

Narrowing an eye, she scrutinized you. “I’m old enough to be your mother, you know, right?”

Playing with a lump of hash browns, you look up from your plate and meet her gaze. “I…I don’t care. All I could ever think about was being with you. If two ponies want to be together…it’s okay right? Nopony should be able to tell them they can’t…”

“I hope so.” She said, absently poking at her breakfast. “It would be nice if everyone thought that way, kid.”

Thinking on it, you realized she was right. A lot of ponies probably weren’t that naive. You had to be careful.

You finished the rest of the breakfast quietly, before heading to the training arena.

Watching Spitfire and Blaze streak through the sky, it was obvious why they were the top fliers in the academy. Sitting beside Soarin’, you watched the two execute their tightly choreographed moves. The stallion gave you pointers while they did their routine, telling you the intricacies of the routine.

“Now, watch Blaze drop here. She dives to the ground to pick up speed. She wants to shoot by Spitfire like she’s standing still. Yah, right there, see it? That’s what gives the whole stunt it’s effect. It looks like she’s just hovering, but it’s only cause Blaze is going so fast.”

“It looks even more awesome up close.” You said quietly to him, eyes wide as you watched the two ponies pull the stunt off easily.

“Now Spits is gonna pick up altitude quick. It takes a lot of wing muscle to go up that quick. Of course, it helps since she’s a mare…lighter you know.”

You watch her ascend quickly, spiraling as she shot up like a bullet. It was hard to believe a pony could even do such a thing. As she became a dot in the sky, you could see Blaze join her.

“Now watch this close, kid.” Soarin’ said in your ear.

The two mares started hurtling towards the ground. They had joined hooves, and were spinning fast as they descended. Behind them, they started leaving a faint streak of color as they fell. Both mares sported roughly the same appearance, and the effect was a fiery trail of orange and yellow as the two trails combined. Nervously, you watch the ground come up at a frightening speed. You look anxiously over at Soarin’. He speaks up as if to reassure you. “Just wait for it. They’ve done this a hundred times.”

Watching intently, you can see Spitfire break away at the last second, the two mares parting ways ten meters above the ground. Pulling up in a blistering arch, Spitfire pulled up, her hooves nearly touching grass. The twin trails of flame reached their apex, and appeared to set the ground ablaze. As the two fliers landed, the contrail disappeared behind them as they both made a four point landing.

Soarin’ clapped for the two, as you sat there in stunned silence. You hadn’t seen that trick before.

Following Soarin’ over to the two mares, your face is wide in amazement. “That…was…awesome!” You shouted, clopping your hoof against Spitfire’s in midair. “I thought you were gonna hit the ground, and then you pulled up at the last minute, and you were going so fast, and the whole fire thing, wow!”

“Hey, I was there too!” Blaze said, giving you a sideways look.

“S…sorry! You were awesome too, Blaze.”

“That’s better.” She said, walking over to grab her water bottle from Soarin’.

Spitfire had dumped the majority of her water over her mane, gasping as she drenched herself. “C’mon, rookie. You could do it. I’ve seen you do the obstacle course.”

You blushed as you remembered that particular training session.

“I mean, you aren’t quite as fast, but you’ve got plenty of strength to pull it off. Come here.” Spitfire put a hoof on your back, and brought you next to her.

“I’ll show you how to do it.” She said, playfully snapping a pair of goggles down into place above your muzzle.

“Wait! I’m going to do that trick…right now?”

“Well how else do you want to learn how to do it?”

Stammering for an answer, you realize it’s too late. She’s already starting to drag you up in the air. Awkwardly, you flap your wings, breaking away, and hesitantly start following her up.

“It’s easy.” She yells over. “Your wings do all the work. Fold em’ up tight when you’re falling. And when you feel like you would usually unfold them to land, you gotta hold back. Hold it for another second, and then extend them out as far as you can, as fast as possible.”

She drops down gently below you now, circling you near your hooves. “Just follow me, okay?”

Nodding, you start following her in descent. She’s going slowly now, and you feel your confidence hold fast as you lazily spiral downwards. Spitfire starts folding her wings, and you feel yourself having to do the same to keep up. The wind is whistling past your ears, as you fold them back to your head. As the spiral tightens, you realize there is little you have to actually do. Gravity was remarkably efficient at pulling a pony out of the air.

Spitfire folded her wings completely now, and plummeted downwards. Fear wells up in your chest. Your wings reflexively spread out, holding you in the air. You keep watching her fall faster. You could do it, you told yourself. That was nothing. As long as she was here, you could do it. You could do anything.

Folding your wings back in one quick motion, it feels like your stomach is in your throat as you hurtle downwards. The wind is stinging your face as you fall, trying to catch her. Ignoring the ground rising toward you at a startling pace, you focus on her fiery form in front of you. Following her motions, you find you can direct yourself with only tiny movements of your closed wings, directing you downward like a pegasi dive bomber.

You find yourself strangely unafraid as you near the ground. Watching Spitfire, you ignore the sensation of spreading your wings to land. She guides you, glancing over her shoulder, spreading her yellow wings quickly. You copy her, stretching out as wide as you could. The air fights your outstretched wings, grabbing them fiercely. Your wing joints tense and you catch yourself, the momentum slingshoting you across the green field. Pure exhilaration wells up in your chest as you shoot across the amphitheater, faster than you had ever dreamed of going. You see Spitfire ahead of you, and loop up gracefully, the yellow mare catching you with her front hooves, before gliding to the ground.

You’re gasping for breath, not only from the exertion, but the pure adrenaline high. Soarin’ and Blaze land nearby, cheering for you.

“That was pretty cool, kid.” Soarin’ said, grinning.

“Not as hard as it looks, right?” Blaze said.

“Well Spitfire helped a lot…I almost froze up when she started dropping.” You replied, catching your breath.

“Yah, the drop is the hardest part. Your body tells you that folding your wings and plummeting to earth isn’t really a good idea.” Spitfire said, chuckling.

“My wings kind of hurt too when I spread them near the ground…they’re fine now I suppose.” You said, testing one.

“Looks like you need to hit the gym, then.” Blaze said, inspecting one of your wing joints. “There are muscles in your wings, after all. If you don’t do a lot of high speed flying, the muscles will be weak. You’re going to have to exercise to build em’ up.”

“Ah, don’t worry rookie, you were great.” Spitfire says, putting a hoof across your neck. “You’ve got a lot of promise to be a Wonderbolt. Just got to stick with it.”

Soarin’ and Blaze just nod at you. It’s awkward being praised by such great fliers. You hoof at the ground awkwardly, not quite able to look at the other Wonderbolts.

“Spits, you’re embarrassing the poor kid.” Said Soarin’.

“Hm, maybe a little bit.” Spitfire said, rubbing your shoulders.

“Alright then, let’s call it a day guys.” She said to the other two ponies.

“Alright Spits.” Soarin’ called back. “Blaze and I are just gonna take off then. We’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

Spitfire acknowledged him as the two took off. She’s still got her hoof on your back. “C’mon rookie. We can hit the showers, then we can grab a bite to eat.”

“Sounds good!” You said cheerfully, following her back to the locker rooms.

When you arrive, you trot towards the Stallions section. Entering the doorless entry, you only get a few steps inside before you hear the sound of hoofsteps behind you. You freeze as you realize Spitfire followed you inside. She’s strutting past you, grinning at you.

You instantly imagine yourself stammering something about this being the male section, but you catch your words in your throat as you realize how incredibly lame that sounds. You just find yourself blushing slightly as the mare looks back at you with a seductive gaze. You follow her inside without a word.

The entire complex seems deserted, as the cadets went home long ago. Your hoofsteps echo off the cold tile floors as she guides you to the wood benches of the changing room.

“I’m going to give my cadet a treat for putting on such a good show.” She says quietly, looking at you over her shoulder, tail flicking from side to side showing off her plump, uniform clad flank. She keeps staring through you with those burning orange eyes as you hear the zipper from her uniform open. The usually mundane sound arouses you, as she slowly unzips. It seems to take an agonizing eternity for her to finish unfastening the blue and gold fabric.

She glances down now, shedding the front half of her spandex, pulling it from her sweat drenched body. Pulling the tight fitting garment down her slim body, her flank starts shimmying from side to side as she wrestles with the uniform.

For a glorious moment it rides down her flank, pulling her tail as she slides it off. Her damp tail pulls through with reluctance, as she slides the fabric down her flank. Her sex is almost visible through the wet, wispy strands of her tail as she slides one hoof out, then kicks the uniform off completely, flinging it towards you. It falls to the ground at your hoof.

Glancing up at her again, Spitfire moves closer to you. Her eyes are hungry now as she looks you over. “Pick it up.” She whispers in your ear. “I know you want to.”

You can almost feel the heat from her body, as you reach down and pick up the uniform, a strange mixture of your own needs and following her commands. You spread it out, realizing you’ve got the flank end of it near your muzzle. Spitfire leans over and nibbles your neck as she grasps your hooves. She pushes the tailhole of her uniform to your muzzle. As the bright blue spandex nears your nostrils, you can smell the overwhelming odor of her sex. “I get a little turned on doing those stunts, rookie.” She whispers, as if reading your mind. She reaches between your legs with a hoof, feeling your growing shaft. “I think you felt that too, didn’t you?”

Unbidden, you grasp the fabric close to your muzzle, cradling it to your face as you smell her. Spitfire is rubbing against your side now, driving your arousal. Your colthood is as hard as diamonds she starts kissing along your neck and back. You can feel her breathing speed up as she presses hard against your flank.

“Put it on.” She whispers.

“Huh?” You answer dumbly.

“Put my uniform on.” She says, a little more firmly. She looks up at you with those seductive half-lidded eyes. “I promise you’ll enjoy it, okay?”

Not wanting to question her, you unfurl the garment completely. It’s obviously designed to be form fitting. You struggle with one leg of it, until Spitfire helps you roll the tight mesh over your fur. Gently, she guides the bottom of it over your flank, directing your tail through the rear hole. You find the back half was the hard part. The front legs slip in easily, and the zipper glides shut with no resistance.

The entire suit was made for a mare, but being a thirteen year old colt, it fits you surprisingly snugly. You notice the spandex gripping you in all the right places as you move around in the Wonderbolt uniform. You gasp as you move your rear legs; the tight material pulling against your shaft, stroking its length as the spandex shifted. You can feel her still damp sweat on your coat, and the drenched nethers of her uniform against your flank as it hugs your form.

“Gods you look sexy in that.” Spitfire said lustily. She stroked a hoof along your shoulders, working its way down the diminutive yellow bolt in the fabric, following it to the tip of your colthood. The mare stroked you through the fabric, making you moan as she teased you.

You realize she wasn’t lying in the least. Having the uniform on your body, it was as if she was rubbing you in all the right places at once. Your dock and taint were tickled by the tight fabric, as your shaft rubbed against it. Moaning, your front hooves collapse, leaving your butt in the air as Spitfire paced around you, grinning evilly. She kept teasing you, touching you gently, and making the fabric rub against your entire body.

Grunting in satisfaction, Spitfire finally jumps you, putting her weight over your flank as she drives you into the tile floor. She’s grasping your shaft through the thin fabric as she nibbles your neck, stroking you hard. Her hoof moves faster as she masturbates you into her uniform, a wet patch growing on the underside as you writhe against her.

Suddenly the mare runs her other hoof against your dock, trailing down your taint and touching your balls gently. She rubs the silky material against your sack, increasing her efforts as she stroked your length with her other hoof, making you thrust against the flimsy material. Without warning, you feel your groin tense up, and you cum hard for her, the first spurt filling up the space between the uniform and your body. Spitfire either doesn’t realize or doesn’t care, as she keeps milking your dick, jerking you off as you keep cumming into the uniform. Groaning, you feel the space near your stomach filling up with your seed. You sigh as you finally reach your limit, the pool of colt sperm in her uniform trickling down the spandex chest as you rest, your front hooves pressed against the cold white tile floor.

Spitfire leans against you, her breath warm against your side. She’s nearly panting as she lays with you, holding you as you bask in your afterglow.

“Told you you’d like it.” She pants in your ear.

She sits with you a few minutes, before helping you up. Spitfire helps you take off the soiled uniform. Unzipping, you pull out your front hooves, before letting her pull the flank of it off your body. Your wilting member clings to the tight fabric, making you wince as the oversensitive tip drags against the spandex as she pulls it off.

Spitfire kisses you on the cheek as she guides you to the showers, casually tossing the uniform in a nearby laundry hamper. “Let’s clean up a bit, and get something to eat.”

You follow her into the showers. You’d probably follow her to Tarturus at this point.

She looks at you slyly. “Maybe afterwards, we can go back to my place and have some fun.”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel yourself growing excited again. You were suddenly looking forward to dinner.

Author's Note

A few more fanart images. Enjoy.