Getting Down to Business

I awoke the next morning to a knock on my apartment door.

Whoever is at that door, they have no sense of time.

I looked at the clock, 6:30 am.

I groaned, and put on some pants over my boxers, expecting Aloe or Lotus.

I opened the door to see Spitfire, in full Wonderbolt dress uniform.

I looked at her oddly and she stared at my torso.

“Ahem, my eyes are up here.” I coughed.

She blushed and looked up at me.

“Oh, sorry. Are you packed for Cloudsdale?” She asked me.

“Uh, yeah, just let me grab my suitcase.” I said.

“Don’t forget to put on a shirt there buddy.” She chuckled.

I invited her in to have a seat on the couch. She did so and I went into my room to pick up my suitcase that I had packed the night before.

Inside it were clothing, my own scented oil, and my Naval Academy sweatshirt that had survived the transport here. I put on a Wonderbolt graphic t-shirt from Rarity for my birthday and picked up my bags.

I found Spitfire waiting outside on the couch. I entered the den and Spitfire rose.

“Ready?” She asked me.

“Yep,” I answered.

“The carriage to Cloudsdale is outside.” She said, opening the door.

I got on the carriage and prepared myself for the expected shift in temperature, but it never came, the air stayed cool and warm. We arrived at the Wonderbolts barracks around 7 o’clock and I followed Spitfire to her office. It was a simple room, a desk, old promotional posters for the Wonderbolts, medals and awards in cases behind the desk in between 2 large windows, offering an amazing view of the base.

“Nice office,” I told her, “I would kill to have a place like this.”

“Glad you think so, I think it needs a dusting” She said.

“So why are we here again?” I asked

“Simple, you’re just signing some paperwork for me. Nothing major, then I’ll show you where you’ll be operating from.” She told me.

“Sounds like a plan” I replied.

The paperwork was indeed simple, only needing to sign my name in a few places so I would be on the Wonderbolt’s records. After I signed the paperwork, I was taken to the outfitters, who made me a dress uniform and gave me several sets of dress-down t-shirts and shorts, all custom made. I was also issued a set of dog tags with my name and other essential information. After putting on my dress uniform and having my rank of Private sewn to my shoulders, I followed Spitfire to the medical building, where I would operate from.

“So, should I start calling you ‘captain’?” I joked, poking her side.

She rolled her eyes, laughing silently.

“No, but you can call me Spits when no one is around.” Spitdire said.

“Aright Spits.” I said.

“Woah there big guy! Who are you?” A male voice replied from a nearby door.

A light blue coated pony with a navy blue mane exited the door to the gym, a towel wrapped around his neck.

Soarin.

“Well hello there Lt. Soarin! I’d like you to meet the new physical therapist. Pvt. Schnieder, or do you prefer ‘Hurricane’” Spitfire grinned.

“Hurricane is fine. It sounds better than my last name.” I admit.

“Well then Hurricane, nice to meet you, Luna knows I’ll be needing your help a lot.” Soarin said, offering a hoof. I shook it firmly, giving an idication that I wasn’t a pansy.

Soarin left for the barracks and Spitfire pulled me into the room I would operate from.

It was pretty much like what I had at the spa, except no candles, I could get over that though. Spitfire stripped out of her uniform shirt and got onto the table. I gave her a quetioning look.

“I’ve been working all day! Come on, please. Just a little one?” Spitfire practically pleaded.

God, if she wasn’t so damn adorable, I would refuse.

“Fine” I sigh

She clapped her hooves once and laid down on her stomach. I then had an amazing idea.

I’m gonna mess with her a little bit.

“Spits, you mind if I do your flanks and wings?” I ask, a smug grin on my face.

“Oh Celsestia, that would be amazing!” She said in a near cheer.

I got some oil from the cabinet and began, locking the door and dimming the lights. I started at her neck, kneading the flesh until the tense muscles melted under my fingers. Spitfire groaned and slid down on the table a little bit. I smiled, knowing exactly what I was going to do. I worked my way down her back until I reached her flanks. I pushed my thumbs gently into her cutie marks, letting the soft warm flesh mold around my digit. She moaned, her hoof moving a little bit as she did so. I then moved to her wings, making sure to target the tendons and feathers that created arousal.

I am gonna enjoy this.

I pressed into the tendon on the left wing first, making her gasp out in pleasure.

“What the buck do you think you’re doing?” she said, her voice shaking.

“Just relax and let me do the work.” I murmered, giving her ear a scratch.

She moaned again and again as I worked the pegasi’s sesitive points over and over. I felt a heat on my leg and looked down to see my uniform pants had a sizable stain on them from Spitfire’s arousal. I stopped suddenly and she jerked out of her trance.

She got up and faced me, her breathing labored. She then took the collar of my uniform and yanked me toward her.

This I did not expect.

She mashed her lips to mine and kissed me hungrily. Her tounge dancing across my teeth, but I denied it entry. She pulled back from the kiss for air and spoke.

“Well? Are you gonna finish what you started Private?” She panted

“I’m not sure what-” I tried to say

My mind froze. I had driven her to the sexual hunger that I had done to Derpy.

This was not part of the plan at all.

I had planned to get her riled up and leave her hanging, but in my haste, I forgot how mares are when they get horny. They get rough, and I had messed with Spitfire of all ponies.

Fuck me sideways.

I realized that I had still not answered her and quickly spat out “No.”

Big Mistake.

Spitfire lunged at me, knocking me to the floor, her muzzle inches from my face.

“Hey buddy, don’t play stupid. You knew what you were doing. Now give me what I want.” She snapped

“But I barely know you!” I stammered, my confidence having commited seppuku moments ago.

“Yet you made the poor choice of hitting the right spots.” She chuckled.

“What made you think it was intentional?” I asked, my voice quavering.

“Come on Hurricane, that smug grin was visible from a mile away. You honestly think I didn’t notice?” She said, hooding her eyes and busting my plan wide open.

She was good. No, she was the best at this and damn her for it.

“Fine, at least get me to some kind of sound proof room.” I relented.

“The closest would be your quarters.” She said in a sultry voice.

I picked her up and carried her to my room, Spitfire guiding me to the apartment.

I found the bedroom and set her down.

“Well, buck me already!” She said firmly.

“No. I’m willing to do anything but that seeing as you’re still my Commanding officer. I want to have at least SOME restraint.” I said firmly, the words nearly contradicting themselves.

She agreed and spread her rear legs wide, presenting her glistening sex.

I slid a finger in, the heat was almost painful and her walls clutched at the solitary didget. She moaned as I moved it back and forth in her depths. I inserted a second finger and had it engulfed by her dripping snatch. I picked up the pace of my movements and she groaned and gasped with every move. I then pulled out of her and before she could protest, I flipped her on her back and kissed her. She melted into it and let out little gasps and pants as I moved down her body. Her pussy winked at me, and I dived in lapping at her moist folds with gusto. I suckled at her love button causing her to squeal. I took my tounge and slowly and methodically probed her snatch, feeling out every notch and bump inside the moist cavern. I then nibbled her clit, sending her over the edge and her fluids sprayed all over my mouth and chin. I lapped up her juices and rose from my position to plant another kiss on her waiting muzzle.

“So, you want to get dinner sometime?” I asked her, my smile growing wider.

“After that *pant* I think I owe you that.” She said, her chest heaving.

“As a gentleman, I think I’ll pay. After all, this never happened. Imagine what kind of trouble we would get into.” I said, turning serious.

“Deal, but that was still the greatest orgasm I’ve had in ages. By the way,” She said, getting up and grabbing her uniform shirt, which she had somehow grabbed in the chaos, “I think you look kinda cute”

It was now my turn to blush

I started my first day by putting on my cleaned and pressed uniform, which lacked any distinctive ribbons or medals save for my rank insigna, and headed to the practice pitch. I watched the Wonderbolts do their warm-ups and was approached by a familiar stallion I had met the previous day.

“Lt. Soarin!” I said snapping to attention and saluting as I had been taught.

He laughed and said “At ease Private.”

“You know, you don’t need to do that around me. You’re not a recruit, and if Spits trusts you, than so do I.” He said.

I sighed and relaxed.

“So, what can I do for you?” I asked.

“Could we head back to the medical building? I need one of those wing tension relievers. They are really giving me trouble today.” He asked me.

“Sure, no problem” I said, walking with him to the building. As we entered the room his nose rose as he sniffed the air.

His eyes widened and he turned to me with a smug grin on his face.

What is he getting at?

“So that’s why Spitfire was acting so weird this morning.” He said, the grin never fading.

Fucking hell in a handbasket.