A Fleeting Wind

It had been several days since the Wonderbolts and their compound had returned to Canterlot victorious. Thier enemies had been routed or captured, and all that remained of the Shadowbolts’ own base was some debris and a smoking hole in the ground. As soon as the compound had been declared safe and structurally sound, Spitfire had sent the order out that all squads were to get plenty of rest when they weren’t on patrol rotations.

Most of the Wonderbolts’ barracks were inhabited by sleeping ponies, especially early in the morning, including Squad Zero’s room. Inside it, Calm Wind woke with a groan and went to stretch, but found he couldn’t move. He tried again, first his forelegs then his hindlegs, yet he met with the same result.

Opening his eyes, Calm found he couldn’t see anything due to the room being in total darkness. Instead of panicking, he remained calm and felt out his situation; five ropes, one tied to each hoof and corner of the bed, the final one looping around his wings and barrel several times to pin.

“Okay guys.... come on, this isn’t funnyphh!” A spherical object made of rubber was pushed into his mouth, leather straps going along his cheeks and secured behind his head; the feel of the hooves he recognised, and was certain it was a mare he knew... but which one?

A match was struck to his left, which was then used to light a series of candles, giving the room a little light. It wasn’t enough to make out the mare though, as she was keeping at the edge of the shadows. “Well look who’s finally awake,” came a sing song voice from the mare’s direction.

Calm’s eyes went wide as he recognised the voice, his cheeks flushing pink as he attempted to close his legs.

“A big, strong stallion like you would snap normal ropes,” came Fleetfoot’s voice as she showed her face. “So I ordered some special ones from Rivet,” she paused, giving him a big grin. “You’re not going anywhere.” Turning to the side, she showed off the tight black corset around her barrel and the stockings adorning her legs, with three quarters of her tail done up in a sheer black wrap. “Like what you see?”

If Calm could blush any harder he’d be used for a lighthouse beacon, his eyes as wide as saucers as he took in the mare. His vision drank her up, and despite how aroused he was, he still reacted like an embarrassed schoolfilly, fighting the ropes even harder to close his legs.

His situation wasn’t helped when Fleetfoot hopped up onto the bed and laid next to him, her hoof making lazy circles on his chest as she nuzzled into his neck, looking down with a giggle. “Well, aren’t you a big colt! As big and as thick as my foreleg, and not even all the way up yet! I can’t wait to ride it!”

Calm sighed, letting his head fall back to his pillow. Since they had returned, the stallion and mare had gotten closer, though they had kept it a secret from the rest of the Wonderbolts; Calm briefly wondered how Fleetfoot had gotten Squad Zero out of their barracks, but his mind was brought back to the present as she kissed his cheek.

“You’re adorable when you’re thinking hard,” she said, lightly booping his nose. “They’re out for medical exams, going to be gone for a few hours.” Turning around, Fleet lowered her crotch down onto Calm’s muzzle, knowing it would drive him mad since he couldn’t return the affection thanks to the gag.. “I’ve been waiting for this all night...”

Opening wide, Fleetfoot slipped her lips over his cock and closed her mouth around it, though not by much. With the outer half of Calm’s gag wedged against her marehood, she started to move down his member, taking as much as she could before her gag reflex would kick in, pulling back a little and then doing it again.

Calm was relaxing a little now, making Fleet moan around his shaft by raising and lowering his muzzle, shifting the gag around inside her. His hooves still tugged at the ropes, but this time not because he wanted freedom, but because he wanted to have them running over Fleet’s body.

A sudden choking sound made him frown, staring at Fleetfoot as she stood up and turned around, panting. “Yeah... I need to practice more,” she paused for a few deep breaths “Didn’t even make it halfway. Oh well... time for the fun!”

She placed her fore-hooves either side of his head, kissing his muzzle as she lifted her hindquarters, took a deep breath, then slowly lowered herself down. A loud moan escaped her as Calm’s cock slipped in, and she bit her lip as she pressed down. Fleet took as much as she could without hurting herself; a glance down between their bodies showed her it was just over halfway.

“And now, you big stud,” she said, stroking his cheek. “Get the prize.” Tensing her legs, Fleet pushed herself up his shaft until only his tip remained in, then slid back down him. Over and over she slowly repeated the motions, giving squeaks and moans most would call cute, until she was comfortable with his size.

Fleetfoot braced her forehooves on his chest and smirked at him, then started to raise and lower her hindquarters at a fast pace, her moans and Calm’s muffled sounds filling the barracks, along with the squeaking of the bed.

Although Fleetfoot had been with mares and stallions alike, none of them came close to the pleasure she was getting from having Calm deep within her. She paused, looking down at the stallion as a sudden realisation hit her; there was more pleasure because she wasn’t doing it for just that, but with whom she was being intimate with now. Giving him a soft smile, she climbed from his shaft and lowered herself to his chest, spreading out her forelegs.

Calm watched Fleetfoot carefully, wondering what she was up to. He’d actually been enjoying things, even if he was a little insecure at first, but he trusted Fleet not to hurt him... too badly. So when the ropes around his forehooves suddenly loosened, the confusions on his face was easy to understand. The gag was next, Calm taking a deep breath as the mare leaned back, reaching to untie his rear hooves too.

Moving back up his body, Fleet met his lips in a soft kiss as his hooves came around to hold her. Wrapping her hooves around his neck, she tugged and rolled them over so he was above her, bringing a hoof back to stroke his cheek.

Looking down at Fleetfoot, Calm smiled softly, slipping a hoof behind her head for support as the other shifted her body into position. He slowly inserted his tip into her again, shifting back and forth as he did, gradually getting deeper inside her. Once he was in as far as he could go without hurting her, Calm started to rock his hips, Fleet doing the same, creating a rhythm without saying a word to each other. Wings spread, feathers entangled, and hooves fondled as the pair became one not out of lust but out of love.

Cheeks became flushed, breaths heavy, and bodies warm as they continued, Calm and Fleetfoot gazing into each other's eyes. Of course, there was only so long they could stay at that pace, the massive stallion getting faster and harder, causing the mare to shorten the gaps between her moans.

Time meant nothing to them, the light level in the city outside gone unnoticed even as the sun shined in through the recently repaired window, same for the knocking on the barracks door that tried to get their attention.

Fleetfoot placed her hooves around Calm’s neck and pulled him close, giving a gasp as he began to nibble on her neck. Her wings went rigid and her back arched, her mouth opening silently for just a moment, a scream of pleasure coming from her a moment later.

Calm’s ear flicked as the sound passed it, giving a gasp as his member was tightened down upon, making it harder for him to move in and out. Not that it mattered, as a few moments later he too tensed up, giving a groan as he reached his release, his body twitching as he pumped his cum into Fleetfoot.

After a few moments he fell to the bed, thankfully not on Fleetfoot, but to her side, where he pulled her into his hooves and softly kissed her lips. There the pair remained, bathing in the afterglow of their activities, softly kissing and petting each other.

They were so wrapped up in the moment that they didn’t hear the door unlock nor see the pink glow around the handle. Only when the door opened with a loud creak did they look towards it.

“Mr Wind, you’re supposed to be...” Witching stopped when she saw the two ponies on the bed, her cheeks turning pink. Slowly backing up, she closed and locked the door again, shaking her head as she made her way back to the medical wing.

Turning to Fleetfoot, Calm frowned. “So there really was medicals today? I should probably goph-” He was cut off by Fleet kissing him, giving a muffled giggle, snuggling closer to him, when she pulled her lips away.

“Nope, we’re going to stay here, first commander’s orders,” Fleet said sternly, laying her head on his chest. Calm went to argue, but found he couldn’t with the soft smile on her face, so simply draped his hooves and wings around her, nuzzling as they sat in the slowly illuminating room.