"Barracks, Please," Coco asked when she entered the taxi.

The drive from the train station to the barracks that held the training grounds for the Wonderbolts was set along a scenic route through Canterlot. It was cleaner compared to Manehatten. The people were nicer. There were no bums going through the trash and scratching their genitals. Canterlot was basically a playground for the rich and famous. Coco was struck by the sheer beauty of it. The taxi driver was also struck by beauty, well more like he was struck with the cleavage Coco was inadvertently showing. Coco noticed and instinctively adjusted her blouse. It happened to her so many times it there was no thought in adjusting it.

The barracks that held the offices for the Wonderbolts was a small compound surrounded by a large dirt field that was used as their training grounds. The field soil was put to work that day, with around 100 recruits training for their shot at an exclusive spot with the best pilots in Equestria.

Coco always loved men in uniform and watching the men moistened her up a bit. As she walked past them, she could have felt their hungry eyes lusting for her, which made her that much hotter and bothered.

She was escorted to the office of Soarin, which was a walk through the lavish offices of the flying elite. His office was stocked with awards, ribbons, and placards. Photos of the man were all over his desk with distinguished people, which included foreign dignitaries, members of the Canterlot elite, and even the Princesses themselves.

"Uh, so I was thinking 'Hey, I've done cool stuff, why not do an autobiography?'" Soarin said. He sounded aloof and dumb. His office desk was messy, disorganized, and from the notes he had in his office, Coco suspected he might have been illiterate, hence why he was looking for a ghost writer. Still, Men-In Uniform Syndrome had her biting her lips at the chance to jump on his bones... When he wasn't talking that is.

Soarin had his "pose", looking out for the training grounds through his window. Coco was sitting near his desk with a pen and notepad to take down notes.

"I've seen everything, from being the top of my academy class to defending Equestria in the Battle of Manehattan Bay, where I single-handedly fought off 12 fighter jets from the Griffon Kingdom."

"Wait that was not him, and that battle happened 75 years ago."

"Anyway," he said as he continued to sit on the sill. "I need someone to write about my upbringing, my time in the flight academy, and my numerous experiences with seducing women."

Soarin unbuttoned his officer's button up to show his chest.

Coco was flustered by the older man's bod. He was fit and handsome.

Soarin saw this and went for the kill. He came up to her and began to kiss her neck while caressing her other cheek. Coco gave small moans with every kiss. Soarin moved his other hand to Coco's knees, and slowly began to move his other hand on her exposed knees. The kissing of the neck turned into full on tongue kisses. With every movement of each others tongue, Soarin moved his hand farther up Coco's skirt, right up to her teal, moist panties. His hand began to caress her panties, which caused Coco to deepen her kiss.

"On the floor. Now," Coco demanded.

With that, Soarin broke away from her and went to get a condom from his desk, which took a while to find due to the clutter of his office.

Coco laid on the carpeted floor and lifted her skirt up, to reveal her panties in anticipation of receiving Soarin.

Once he found it, he walked over to Coco, unzipped his blue officer's slacks and exposed his member for Coco to view. Coco was no virgin, but for her it wasn't about the size, but how the man uses it. However, she was relieved he was average at least. He fixed the condom on his member and went on his knees in front of her. Her legs were already spread in front of him, waiting for it.

He had her legs on his shoulders and parted her panties to the side. He delicately inserted his member into her, beginning with slow, steady thrusts. Coco felt the fire in her belly and started to breathe heavily. She was loving every second of it and gave out small, audible moans.

Soarin began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, which made Coco cry louder, causing Soarin to cover her mouth with one hand.

He started to lose himself in his thrusts and let go of her mouth, no longer caring who in the office could have heard.

Coco covered her own mouth and screamed into it, her muffled cries made Soarin want to thrust harder and faster.

Soarin couldn't take it anymore and pressed his body on top of her. Once he did he thrusted like a madman.

It lasted around 10 seconds, but Coco's body felt like a shock of electricity went right through it.

It stopped abruptly, and Coco knew it ended with the warm sensation of Soarin's cum entrapped by the condom.

He was especially careful pulling it out, and once he did, he got off of Coco and threw the condom and wrapper in the trash, leaving Coco in a sweaty mess on his floor.

"You can use the restroom to clean up," Soarin said as he began to get to change into a clean, extra officers uniform.

Coco took a few minutes to get herself collected and went in.

She cleaned her womanhood of her juices, straightened her hair, makeup, and reapplied her favorite perfume. Within minutes, she came out looking like as if nothing had happened.

Soarin was sitting on his desk with a glass cup of scotch on the rocks and looked at her.

"I will call you if I choose you."

Author's Note

I'm starting a Skype group for fans, pre-readers, proofreaders, editors and people who can help me and everyone else in the chat become better in writing. If you want to join this group (and Skype is free to get and register btw) add me (louisros1990 is mine skype) and tell me you want to join the group.