Wiping the sweat from her brow, Spitfire tugged at the skintight aerodynamic suit until her wings popped out of the designated holes upon her back, giving them a single flex as she shifted on the spot, completely alone in her bedroom while she got herself ready as per the Princess’s demands.

“I never thought I would be using my uniform this way,” Spitfire mused, “come to think of it I can’t believe I am agreeing with this. It’s a good thing I’ve got several replacements. I’ve got a feeling Sparkle wasn’t joking when she said she is going to rip this off of me.”

As she stretched out her legs, Spitfire could feel the fabric around the area of her vagina soaking up her excitement, creating a wet patch she could feel expanding with every passing second; the air cooling the damp fabric resulting in quite the pleasant sensation of hot flesh against something cold.

Trotting over to her bedside cabinet, Spitfire opened the third drawer and drew out a bottle of Jack Daniel, setting it onto the cabinet with a sigh, her lips curling into an excited smile as her thoughts returned to the Princess that patiently awaited her back in the livingroom.

As far as mares go, Twilight was not one of the wildest and most spontaneous she had ever been with. Though, she was fast climbing the ladder in regard to that estimation.

“Not to mention, she’s a Princess,” Spitfire muttered to herself, still amazed that this was happening at all, “I suppose in a way, she could have anyone she wanted,” for reasons she couldn’t explain, that prospect summoned a sour smile upon her lips she could not control, “maybe it’s the alcohol driving her but, who am I to say no? It’s not like I’ve slept with anypony for a while and to be honest, I’m a little tipsy myself, but not that much.”

Spitfire knew she was attractive, but she never fathomed she would pull royalty to her apartment, let alone Princess Twilight Sparkle, the Element of Magic and a savior of Equestria many times over.

It was an opportunity Spitfire could not pass up and not because it was a notch upon her near nonexistent belt, but due to the fact the mare was really kind of cute, even in her intoxicated, sex crazed form.

Their time at the bar was fraught with intelligent conversation that tapered off the more they drank until eventually, Twilight Sparkle suggested they hit the dance floor during Rainbow Dash’s explicit encouragement that the mare go and ‘loosen up.’

Spitfire was stunned at first to be led onto the floor with the Princess towing her along, but figured no harm would come of it.

It was safe to say the Princess’s moves were a little erratic and somewhat awkward and yet, somehow interesting to watch nonetheless.

Did the mare notice Spitfire’s intrigued stares? She had figured she had managed to conceal her ogling of Twilight Sparkle’s swaying flank and swishing tail, but it would seem considering where they had ended up, the Princess had indeed noticed.

Why else would Twilight Sparkle make the first move? Spitfire knew she was giving out all kinds of signals towards the other mare at the time, unintentionally losing herself to the moment a few times by bumping and brushing flanks, but she figured given how the mare didn’t necessarily reciprocate her advances, she had failed.

How wrong she was.

If anything, as they danced together in the club, Spitfire saw herself being able to fall in love with someone like her if she wasn’t so wrapped up in her career as a Wonderbolt.

“Don’t go putting a downer on the night now, Spitfire.” She uncapped the bottle of Jack Daniels and gave the bottle a gulp, sighing in satisfaction as the liquor warmed her insides and kept her intoxicated buzz going. “Just enjoy it. Even if it will be for one night. For once, somepony is chasing after you and not for an autograph.” Spitfire chuckled as she looked to the bottle of Jack pinned between her forehooves. “Even if she is completely out of my league.”

Drawing the bottle towards her lips, Spitfire took yet another mouthful of whiskey before quickly setting the bottle down upon the bedside cabinet, resolute to return to the living room and push doubtful thoughts aside.

She had a mare waiting for her.

A hoof upon her flank caused Spitfire to swing her head to the side, coming face to face with Twilight Sparkle who had snuck up on her during her little monologue.

Swallowing the alcohol down forcefully, Spitfire coughed and spluttered into a hoof. “H-how long—”

Twilight Sparkle manouvered herself so that she could stand in front of Spitfire, a hoof lifting to place against the yellow mare’s muzzle, her expression affectionate, seemingly moved to tears as they crept to the corners of her large, beautiful purple eyes.

Spitfire wiped her lips with a hoof, captivated by those eyes and troubled that she had said something to ruin the mood. “Princess, I… I am sorry if you heard any of that.” Her lips curled into a sad smile. “I didn’t mean to ruin the—”

“No, Spitfire, you didn’t ruin anything.” Shaking her head, Twilight Sparkle looked to the whiskey bottle Spitfire had discarded and then back to her. “Do you really think that?”

Placing a hoof against Twilight’s chest, Spitfire dropped her gaze down the mare’s lips. “To be honest, yeah. I mean, you’re Twilight Sparkle. You’re pretty famous you know; you’re a Princess to boot. I suppose in some small way, this all feels like some kind of crazy dream.”

“Well, being Captain of the Wonderbolts, you’re pretty famous yourself, besides...” Twilight summoned her magic to lift the bottle of whiskey up into the air while her sparkling eyes half lidded, becoming sultry and seductive once again, “I suppose I best prove you wrong about ruining the mood, hm?”

Levitating the bottle over to her lips, Spitfire watched in horror as Twilight Sparkle begun to chug down its contents.

“W-whoa, Princess! You’ve drunk way too much as it is! I’m surprised you’re able to string a sentence together let alone stand!” Lifting a hoof up to hopefully pull the bottle away from Twilight’s lips.

Instead, as she pulled the half drunk bottle away from Twilight, the Princess struck out with her lips and captured Spitfire’s own, forcefully parting them with a tongue as they interlocked into yet another passionate kiss.

Shocked, not because Twilight Sparkle had yet again launched another surprise attack when Spitfire had least expected it, but because as their lips parted the exchange of saliva was not the only thing that flowed between them.

Whiskey was pushed into her mouth, causing Spitfire’s eyes to widen, savouring both the taste of the bourbon and the sensation of a tongue swimming around in her mouth, while they gulped down in little trickles at a time of the curious mixture of saliva and whiskey.

With a final smack of lips, the mares parted, desperately trying to suck air into their lungs, their half lidded eyes gazing silently at the other as the remnants of whiskey drooled from the corners of their lips.

Swallowing, Spitfire parted her lips to speak and yet instead found herself releasing a single, moan filled chuckle.

Twilight Sparkle mirrored the same sentiment, though turned to purposefully trot away from Spitfire, leaving the dumbfounded mare to follow her as they moved to stand at the foot of the bed.

“Who said I needed to stand?” Twilight Sparkle grinned mischievously while she crawled up onto the bed, poised with her rear in the air and her flank presented to Spitfire, her rear hooves sprayed and her tail lifted just enough to allow Spitfire to glimpse the wet folds of her aching, wet vagina. "Come on, Captain, come over here and give your Princess fifty licks. Don’t keep me waiting here all day or I might have to detained you for insubordination."

Spitfire stared on in excitement, returning the smirk with one of her own as she stepped forward towards the presented flank, completely infatuated with the bold and daring mare before her. "As you command, Princess."

Lifting her forelegs up, Spitfire placed her hooves on either side of Twilight Sparkle’s flank, dipping her head below the mare’s tail to bring her muzzle within an inch of the mare’s vagina.

Whether or not it was the alcohol effecting her, Spitfire’s mouth felt suddenly dry as she stared at the moist folds of the Princess, still completely unsure how she had managed to get to this point in time, but silently thankful nonetheless.

Pushing her hooves outwards upon Twilight’s rump, the Wonderbolt felt a gasp drift past her lips as the labia parted just enough for Spitfire to spot the small erect nub that her tongue yearned to taste. Then, as she poked out her tongue she pressed her lips against the moistness, drinking in the aroma of Twilight’s excitement through her nose with a groan that bubbled in her throat.

A simple lick against the clit was enough to cause Twilight’s body to tremble and for the mare to whimper in bliss.

Spitfire giggled, unable to contain her glee. “Wow, Sparkle, you’re really wet down here. How long have you been like this?”

“S-since the dance,” Twilight admitted in a playful whine, wiggling her flank a little as if to prove a point, “you’ve been doing this to me since then, Shpitfire. Touchin’ my flank; such a tease. So, just, lick me already… please? You’ve got forty nine left to go and I don’ think I can wait any longer.”

Rolling her eyes, Spitfire narrowed her eyes as she noted the lightest of twitches of Twilight’s labia, causing the mare to giggle as she pushed her lips against it as demanded, pushing her tongue against the folds and squirming the flailing mass to work against Twilight’s erect clitoris.

Spitfire was not sure what was more exhilarating; the taste of the Princess or the noises she made as the Wonderbolt went to work on her.

“Haahhhh~f-fuck…”

The noises.

It was definitely the noises.

The more she listened, the further Spitfire’s mouth parted, encapsulating the entirety of the mare’s vagina in her mouth just as her tongue slipped through the folds and then dipped into the tight, warm velveteen confines of Twilight Sparkle’s body, pulling, seeking to lap up and drink the secreting bodily fluids the mare’s vagina provided for lubrication.

“S-sweet, C-Celestia! Th-that’s sho...” Twilight drew a foreleg in front of her lips to bite down upon, moaning into it as her tail swished from side to side in her bliss, her wings fully erect and thrusting sporadically as she felt Spitfire’s tongue dive into her body in places that no other pony had ever gone before.

Spitfire drew back, giving a weak smile as she observed the area drenched with a mixture of her own saliva and Twilight’s juices. “Mmm, you taste as sweet as I figured you would, Princess. Mind giving me a bit more, hmm? I want to suck as much of the moisture from your pussy as possible.”

“D-d-don’t c-call it that!” Twilight exclaimed embarrassingly.

"So there's some innocence left in you, then?" The Wonderbolt drove her tongue back into Twilight Sparkle, causing the mare to yelp out a muffled groan as she smothered her mouth against her foreleg to contain her cries of drunken euphoria.

If this was indeed a dream Spitfire hoped it would never end. She had been with mares before, but never had it been this passionate. Never had she felt such pride in knowing that the mare she was giving oral to was enjoying it as much as she was.

Spitfire barely felt the urge to touch herself, for her own actions and the noises Twilight Sparkle were making were just enough to cause a trickle of her own juices to make the slow journey down her hindlegs.

Although the urge to fill the space inside of her with a phallic object was great, far greater was her desire to make the Princess reach her orgasm.

She wanted Twilight to scream out her name; she wanted the Princess to squirm in delight.

Spitfire wanted her and there was nothing that was going to stop her tongue as it lashed, writhed and squirmed frantically, her jaw tightening the harder she worked to attain Twilight’s climax, her muzzle practically pushing uncomfortably against Twilight’s flank the more eager she became.

Lost in her satisfaction, Spitfire felt something peculiar flare up inside of her. Not so much irritation but a certain kind of desperation that just seemed to motivate her.

Spitfire’s breath hitched in her throat as she pulled from the vagina to release a feral, almost angry growl. “Cum already, Sparkle! My jaw’s about to drop off!”

Twilight’s lips pulled back from her foreleg, spittle drooling from her lips as her wide, bliss filled eyes rolled up towards the ceiling as Spitfire dove back in rougher than before.

“Haahhh~I-I!” A sudden spark of magic ejected itself from Twilight’s horn, her moans pouring from her mouth in a consistent stream until rising to a crescendo in a desperate scream that ended with every muscle in her body locking up and her breath croaking past a grinning, loose lipped smile.

Spitfire pulled back, her eyes clenching shut, giggling in between her gasps as Twilight Sparkle reached her orgasm and her vagina released two sudden squirts that splattered against Spitfire’s face, soddening her fur on her muzzle in a sheen.

Able to open one eye, Spitfire continued her chuckle as she watched Twilight Sparkle’s body slump belly down onto the bed, her hooves and wings sprayed weakly around her.

“Heh, wow, you were really backed-up, Sparkle.” Lifting up a hoof, Spitfire rubbed at her closed eyelid to try and get rid of the liquid there, basking in the erotic, feeble moans that emanated from the felled Princess, her tongue reaching out to collect as much of Twilight’s moisture clinging to the fur about her muzzle as she could.

Using her wings, Spitfire flitted into the air and landed before Twilight’s euphoric and grinning face. Spitfire gazed down lovingly at the mare, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the mare’s forehead as she knelt down, satisfied sexually herself, even if she did not get to reach her own orgasm.

“S-Shpitfire~hahh… th-that was...” Twilight spluttered, shaking her head side to side in disbelief as she continued to ride the afterglow.

“Amazing?” Spitfire arched a brow, offering her a smug grin. “I’ve heard I’m good with my tongue,” she worked her jaw left and right, “I thought you would never cum; my mouth is killing me.” Her eyes left Twilight’s feeble gaze before slipping over Twilight’s horn, which was aglow with a lavender aura that seemed to pulse along with what she assumed to be Twilight’s heartbeat.

For whatever reason, Spitfire could not contain herself. She wanted to hear more of Twilight’s rapture and so, returning to her almost forgotten thoughts of a hornjob, Spitfire decided now would be the best time to act upon it, considering how she suspected that her partner would be less than able to resist against it given her current state.

Closing her eyes and opening her mouth, Spitfire bent forward and locked her lips upon the tip of Twilight’s horn before slipping her lips down halfway, smirking to herself as she heard Twilight’s surprised and pleasurable gasp resound against the walls once more.

“S-Spitfire, n-not there—”

She didn’t listen. Drawing her head back, her lips dragged up the shaft until her tongue tickled the sharp point of the horn, before parting her lips and pushing back down again.

Although it did not taste of anything in particular, Spitfire could feel millions upon millions of tiny somethings crackling and snapping in her her mouth, as if somepony had smothered Twilight’s horn with popping candy.

Spitfire’s enjoyment of the curious sensation swiftly ended as she felt a set of hooves push against her head and forcibly slip the horn out of her mouth. Frowning, Spitfire opened her eyes to observe Twilight Sparkle’s heavily blushing face, panting hard, desperate to try and steady her breathing.

“I-I can’t t-take anymore… shtop… plwease?” Twilight pushed herself up onto her haunches, her forehooves sprayed on the bed as she struggled to keep herself upright. “I-I need a little bit of a break.”

Proud of her achievement, Spitfire moved a hoof to stroke under Twilight’s chin to gently guide the mare’s droopy gaze up to her passionate own, basking in the glory that she had done what she had set out to do.

And yet… something was missing.

“Twilight?”

“Hm?” Twilight weakly replied, beaming at Spitfire the best she could. “Yesh, Captain?”

“I know we barely know each other and I don’t expect this to happen again.” Spitfire lost her smile at her own words, mentally cursing herself for bringing down her own mood. “But, would it be crazy to say that I… that I would like this to happen more often, between us?”

Shaking her head, Twilight Sparkle leaned fully back on her haunches to allow her forehooves to rise up and take Spitfire’s hoof under her chin, lifting it to place a gentle kiss against the toe, causing Spitfire’s grin to renew.

Gazing deeply into Spitfire’s eyes, Twilight whispered softly, suddenly very serious in her sensual stare. “Yesh’m, we can definitely do that. But, right now? I think I want to return the favor. It ishn’t fair you’re don’t get to cum. Do you have any… implements?”

“Implements? You mean sex toys?” Spitfire felt her eyebrows raise quite quickly at that. “W-well, I have some… but they’re unused, still in their packaging somewhere I believe. I might be adventurous in some areas, but using toys was never really my thing. More of a hoofs and tongue-on pony myself.”

“Then you better get ushed to it,” Twilight placed a kiss on the tip of Spitfire’s muzzle, “‘caushe we ain’t finished yet—still have to rip that uniform off you.”

Author's Note

Thanks for following guys! It really is awesome. I am enjoying this TwiFire shit.

Also, the music I listened to while writing this:

Hence the title.

Also, missing out words for drunk Twilight feels wrong. So... any good guys? Comment below. It'd love some kind of feed back on that chapter.