Spitfire Gives Soarin a Time-Out
Author's Note
This is a Short-Story. Just so you know.
Time-Out
Time-Out
“5:15. That’s still slower than last time.” Soarin said half-heartedly as he landed on the tarmac, out of breath from his flying exercise.
“Hey, don’t give up like that man. You’re still faster than me!” Thunderlane said from behind him, looking bit skeptical. “You just got to practice more. You’ve been pretty distant lately, so you got to focus and get your wings in the game.”
Suddenly, a crackly beep came from the loudspeakers that were placed all over the area, signaling a message from the main office.
“Soarin, please come to my office.” Spitfire’s voice crackled over the loud speaker.
“Ugh,” the blue stallion groaned, kicking the cloud below with his hoof. “Not this again.”
“Hey, I’ll check on you in a few minutes ok? You go in and put up the best argument you can, then I’ll come and back you up. You don’t have to do this on your own.” Thunderlane comforted as he placed a hoof on Soarin’s shoulder.
The Wonderbolt trotted inside the airfield barracks. He tentatively walked down the hallway towards Spitfire’s office and paused outside the door. Soarin took a deep breath, exhaled, and slowly nudged open the door, entering the intimidating office. Inside, the leader of the Wonderbolts sat behind her large desk, dressed in her crisp Wonderbolts uniform. Her glaring brown eyes closely studied his every move. Soarin took a few steps into the office, making eye contact with Spitfire.
“You… needed me, Spitfire?” The blue stallion asked, swallowing nervously.
“Come closer.” The head Wonderbolt commanded. Soarin hesitantly complied and trotted in front of the desk.
“I’ve been observing your progress during the last few months and have noticed you have been, how do I say, lagging behind lately.” Spitfire stated, raising an eyebrow at Soarin. “Any reason why your times are getting worse? Maybe you’re distracted by something or… someone?”
“Umm… no!” Soarin said, his eyes being uncontrollably drawn to her slim, sexy body, showed off by her tight, form-fitting uniform. “I’m fine. I just… haven’t been practicing as much.”
He recalled all the mistakes he had made, running them through his mind. The dinner she invited him to. The shower incident. Soarin blushed with embarrassment, wondering if she had told any of the other Wonderbolts.
“Don’t act like you don’t know, I know you’re fond of me.” Spitfire paused, looking at Soarin angrily. “Don’t think I haven’t looked at you before, but I’m the leader of The Wonderbolts. Learn your fucking place Soarin, you know you never had a chance with me.”
Spitfire looked into Soarin’s confused eyes and slowly got up from her desk. She approached him and forcefully pushed the stallion down into one of the chairs sitting in front of her desk. Soarin curled up in to a cowardly ball on the chair and covered his face with his hooves in defense. He knew he was stronger than her but still Spitfire was his leader he took an oath to do whatever she deemed necessary and not to bring her any harm under any circumstances.
“Soarin! Sit normally!” Spitfire shouted with authority. “Uncross your legs!”
Soarin hesitated, but complied with a grimace. Not a moment later, once he was in an upright position, Spitfire leaned forward and pinned the Wonderbolt to the chair. Spitfire slowly started to unbutton her uniform, mockingly trying to seduce him. Soarin couldn’t help it now, he had to look at her.
“Is this what’s distracting you, huh? Do you want this?” She yelled placing her hooves on the terrified Soarin’s chest. “Well fuck you, you can’t!”
Spitfire raised her hoof and struck Soarin in the side of his face. Soarin cried out, licked the inside of his mouth, tasting blood where his teeth had scraped the side of his mouth. Soarin snarled at his leader with a grimace.
“Oh, help me!” Spitfire mocked, imitating Soarin’s voice, “I’m getting beat up by a mare, boo hoo!”
She looked down at him with disgust. “You want that Rainbow Dash girl to take your place? I’m sure you would do the same thing to her as you did me. Don’t think people can’t see your advances, you can’t fuck everyone, Soarin.”
“I’m sorry, Spitfire.” Soarin managed to squeak out, “It won’t happen again.”
Spitfire glanced at the stallion. For a second, Soarin thought she was looking at his slightly erect cock, but she reset her eyes on him as a grin appeared on her face.
“So. You like when a beautiful pegasus hits you. You get a thrill from that, huh?” Spitfire said still sounding a bit sarcastic. Soarin forgot all about controlling himself and looked down at his cock. It had slowly become harder and he quickly concealed it with his legs, blushing.
“No! I-I-I just think you’re hot,” Soarin whimpered, getting more and more embarrassed.
“Uncross your legs and I’ll give you your dream.”
Soarin did what he was told and closed his eyes, afraid of another strike. He felt a warm breeze and slowly opened his eyes. To his surprise, Spitfire was now at kneeling level with his hardness and was slowly massaging his hardness. Soarin jumped from the sudden pleasure.
“My-my, Soarin. Not bad at all,” Spitfire said as she admired the Wonderbolt’s now fully extended cock.
“Uh…Thank you?”
Spitfire looked at him in the eyes and took in the tip of his length, quickly being rewarded with a groan of excitement from Soarin.
“Spitfire, please! I don’t want our reputations to be ruined by this one-“ Soarin got cut off by a forceful kiss.
“Be fucking quiet, you fucking prick,” Spitfire said, stopping her strokes to punch him in the stomach.
Soarin worrily looked at Spitfire at the Wonderbolt leader trotted to her desk and pulled out a coil of rope. She looped the rope around Soarin arms attaching him to the chair. After she did this, she took a step back to observe the now thoroughly frightened stallion strapped to the chair before her.
The Wonderbolt leader slowly bent over, exposing herself to her prisoner. She slowly moved her pussy along the length of his shaft, making Soarin cry out again. He couldn’t stand it. Spitfire recognized this his emotion and continued to tease him.
“Please, more!” Soarin moaned with each slip of her wetness on his hardened cock.
Oddly, Spitfire obeyed, sliding his length into her soaking wet pussy. Soarin pushed his head back and moaned out loud, his hips involuntarily thrusting. Spitfire still wouldn’t put his whole length inside of her and kept teasing him. Soarin was slowly getting angrier by the goading of his flight master and began to forcefully thrust upward. Spitfire saw his advance and slammed herself onto him, hitting her climax almost instantly. She continued to sit on his spear, letting her juices soak the fur around his cock. She got up of him and gave him a strange look.
“Boy, you last a while.” Spitfire said, reaching down and stroking his cock.
Soarin was trying his best to hold it in, but Spitfire had simply aroused him to the point of no return. The flight master, feeling her prisoner’s oncoming climax, lifted off his cock. It flipped towards him, spurting his hot seed all over his chest at an alarming rate. Some of the liquid still remained on his cock, so Spitfire lowered herself down again and cleaned it up, lapping at the head of Soarin’s large penis.
Spitfire backed off, a sinister smile on her face. She got up, and then pushed Soarin over in his chair. The stallion squirmed on the ground, trying to free himself. The Wonderbolt leader turned around and started to walk away.
She looked back before she exited the door at the bruised and sweating pony laying there sideways in the chair.
“See you at practice, Soarin.”
