Category 5

Spitfire went home early for the day. I stayed for 3 hours more than I should have because Fleetfoot needed to loosen up for her date with Soarin.

“Don’t tell anyone though. Technically, we’re not supposed to date.” She whispered.

“Now why would I do that? Soarin seems like a nice guy and you are a very pretty mare, but I have no quarrel with you or him, so you don’t need to worry.” I said, not stopping my work.

“I totally see why Spits has a huge crush on you now. You are super sweet.” She said, getting up as I finished.

“Aww shucks, you’re making me blush.” I said, my cheeks turning red.

“Come on and close up. I hear she’s waiting for you at home” Fleetfoot said, her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, I’ve been nervous about that all day.” I said sheepishly.

“Oh grow a pair and act like a stallion!” She punched me on the shoulder.

“Come on, I gotta go. Spits is waiting.” I ushered her out the door. My carriage waited outside as Fleetfoot took off.

Upon my return home, I was greeted by a dark and empty house.

“Hello?” I asked to the darkness.

“In here baby.” A soft female voice echoed from the bedroom.

“Coming.” I said, excited at the night that would await me.

The door was ajar as I entered. I flicked on the light and saw...

Holy...shit...

There, on the bed, in one of my t-shirts, which went down to her upper thighs, was Spitfire. Except she wasn’t a pony anymore, she was a living, breathing human. Her skin was a light tan, her hair was the same as her mane, a bright fiery orange and yellow. She stood up and turned around, giving me a full view of her new body. Her rear was well toned and voluptuous. To my surprise she had panties and a bra on.

“I have been preparing this for weeks now. I had to ask for several favors from Rarity for the undergarments. Twilight has been studying your anatomy since you got here. I’m glad she got everything right so we can have a good time.” She whispered as she pressed up against me. I then had time to admire her breasts, which were quite sizable. I would put them at a D cup.

“How? What? I-” I stammered, lost for words.

“What’s the matter? Is it too much?” She asked, I swear I heard fear in her voice.

“No, you look stunning. It’s just, a huge surprise. You look smokin hot as a human!” I said, all truth in my words.

“The spell lasts until 2 am, I told Twilight I wanted to be back to normal by morning.” She purred now back into her sexy persona.

“I need a shower first though. Do you mind?” I asked, trying to keep my eyes off her boobs.

“Why don’t we shower together?” She purred in an even sexier voice.

Sweet Mother of Nightmare Moon!

She walked to the bathroom, motioning me to follow her as my t-shirt was tossed to the ground, leaving her in a set of black lace lingerie.

I was transfixed by her rear as she turned on the shower, letting the hot water pour over her hand.

I followed her, tossing my uniform and undershirts aside, leaving my torso exposed. The vegetarian diet had paid off in the end, I was lean, big and ripped. Well, not ripped, but I had a six pack, something I would never dream of back on Earth.

She motioned for me to come over and slowly, in the most arousing way possible, took off her panties and I sprang in, locking my lips with hers, out tongues twirling and fighting for dominance over the other’s. I unhooked her bra with the skill that I didn’t know I possessed, removing it as I did so, letting her funbags spill out. I was right on about the size of her bosom.

She did not break off the kiss as her hands moved lower on my body to remove my pants. She succeeded in doing so as they dropped to the floor, kicking them off in the same instant, leaving me in only my boxers and her fully naked.

That changed soon as she broke the kiss, descending to yank down my boxers and admire the prize she had waited and worked for so long bob in front of her. Her hot breath on my cock made my breathing hitch.

“Glad I waited for this! My, my you do pack a punch, not like a stallion but still.” She purred, grabbing my shaft, and putting it in her mouth.

I moaned as her tongue flicked my head and traveled up and down my shaft. I felt myself reaching my brink too quickly and I grabbed Spitfire’s head and pulled her off.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Nothing. Now why don’t we get into the shower now?” I offered, opening the shower door and ushered her inside. She stepped in, letting the water drench her body, beading on her perfectly tanned skin. I stepped in after her, letting myself rinse in the hot water for a moment before shutting the door behind me. Spitfire pulled me in for another kiss, letting the water fall over both of our bodies, mixing with sweat and our own fluids. My erection was prodding in between her legs, the heat of her nethers radiating on my throbbing member. I pulled out the soap and washed myself along with Spitfire, running the poofy body scrubber along her curves slowly and deliberately, making her moan and squeal with delight. She did the same to me, stopping at my dick and scrubbing it a little more than necessary. After rinsing off, we started another make-out session, this time, I plopped her down on the ledge that one could use to sit while in the shower. She spread her legs, revealing a snatch that glistened with water and her own arousal.

“Enough teasing. Let’s see how good you are.” She huffed

I ran a trail of kisses along her upper thigh and slid a finger into her vag. She clenched the muscles around my finger, moaning in ecstasy as she did so. I removed the finger only for Spitfire to grab my wet hair and pull me into her. I yelped as she did so but as soon as I tasted her, I stayed. Her taste was invigorating, with a hint of mandarin orange. I ran my tongue up and down her snatch, stopping only to flick her clit a little bit. This was met with a scream of pleasure as I continued my oral work. I slid my tongue in, feeling every ridge and bump in her moist folds, drinking her in. I heard her breathing speed up and I knew she was nearing release. I finished her off by driving my tongue deep inside her and flicking her love button with my teeth. She went over the edge in spectacular fashion, spilling what I thought was a pint of fluids over my face and chin. I lapped it up eagerly, and turned off the water. I opened the door and grabbed 2 towels for us to dry off with. Spitfire got to her feet, shaking from her recent orgasm, and dried herself off.

“Get ready for the ride of your life buddy, because I am far from done with you” She said, drying off her legs as she did so.

She grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me back into the bedroom, tossing me down on the bed. She then mounted me and planted her lips down on mine yet again. I felt my erection slowly coming back to life from it’s suspended state. I felt it poke her rear as we continued our vicious tongue wrestling competition. She jumped and broke apart.

“Ready again I feel?” She smirked as she grabbed ahold of my throbbing member and stroked it along her moist outer lips and clit, not letting it in quite yet.

“Do you want to fuck me? Do you want me to ride you until the police knock on the door from me screaming your name so loudly?” She asked, continuing to stroke my head against her soaked lips.

“Oh yeah.” I said in an almost growl.

Spitfire stopped her teasing and positioned herself on my cock. It slid in slowly, inch by glorious inch into her tight, wet snatch until I hit that unfamiliar soft wall that I recognized as her virginity.

I looked up at her and she nodded, leaned down and kissed me. With one small thrust, I broke through her holy wall and hilted myself. She screamed slightly into my mouth, still lip locked and tongue tied with me, a single tear running down her cheek.

“You ok? Just start moving whenever you’re ready, alright?” I told her.

She nodded and sat there, I felt no blood yet which was good because it was a total boner kill for me. After around a minute of kissing she started to bob up and down slowly. The feeling was like no other I had felt before. Spitfire was incredibly tight, her folds molding around my shaft like a glove. Her movements became faster as she screamed into my mouth, not in pain this time, but in pure pleasure. Her breathing intensified as she neared her peak again. I was close too but used every shred of control I had to hold back until she finished. When she did, it was even more spectacular than in the shower. She screamed almost at the top of her lungs as she came, her snatch clamping and milking my cock for everything it had. This, in turn, sent me over the edge as well. I spurted load after load into her waiting pussy, groaning loudly. After a solid 3 minutes, she rolled off of me and stood up, my dick coming out with a small *pop*.

“That, was worth the damn wait.” She said, her vag leaking a combination of both of our fluids.

“Maybe next time, I can fuck you as a pony. In your real form, like I dreamed about this afternoon.” I said,

“Next time?” She said, a smile making its way to her lips.

“Yeah. Why, did you think this was a one time deal?” I asked her.

“Well, kinda. I mean most stallions do that right?” She asked sheepishly

“Some might, but remember, I’m me. Not some stallion. You are amazing as a human, so I can’t wait until you're a pony again.” I grinned

Spitfire came up and kissed me again before she went to go clean herself up. We slept that night in total bliss, our naked bodies warming each other until she would transform back soon.

“Spits?” I whispered to her, after waking up in the middle of the night.

A pony head greeted me with a smile.

“Yeah David?” She whispered back.

“I love you.” I said.

“I love you too” was her response as she nuzzled her head into my chest, getting cozy as I wrapped my big arms around her body, her wings fluttering as I did.