Target Practice.

by Lunasservant1985

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Romance, Equestria Girls, Sex, Spitfire, Slice of Life, Original Character, Second Person
Length: 5187

Spitfire invites you over to practice skeet and target shooting, and from there something between you two grows.

You've always had a crush on Spitfire, captain of the girl's soccer team, sporty, athletyhic. and under her tough, take no prisoners attitude, is a sweet and compassionatly loyal girl. So one day after practice you ask her if she wants to hangout and to your surprise she does! Only her idea of hanging out is a bit different than what you're used too.

This story was partly inspired by the awesome "Erotica Girls" series by fellow Fimfiction writer Harm's way, Which can be found here .

Published 2016-02-25 21:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-02-25 21:50:01 UTC

Hold your breath, and clear your mind.

"Come on ladies! Work Those legs! Pump those feet! Kick that ball like you mean it!" Spitfire shouts at the other members of her team. Spitfire was the captain of the girl's soccer team, a position she took very seriously. She coached and guided her fellow teammates on the field as they practiced passing the soccer passes on the Canterlot High sports field. As they did, the stars of the football team and coach Iron Will ran laps around the field, occasionally stopping to do jumping jacks under the apple tree at one end of the field, and the cheer-leading team of...The Sea Sirens, starring Adagio Dazzle, Sonata Dusk, and Aria Blaze, practiced their chants. You sat on the tall branch, a pair of military grade binoculars in your hands as you focused on the feisty fiery haired captain as she guided her team in their game plan. You knew she was only pushing her teammates to make them the best they could be, hell you'd bet your bottom dollar that if C.H.S had an ROTC program, Spitz would be the head cadet in it.

Alas there was no ROTC program, so she settled for the captain of the girl's soccer team, and you liked her...maybe even loved her so much. The way she was a bit rough around the edges, but also p[passionate about being the best and making sure her team was the best, her sporty competitive nature, but the way she was so dedicated and loyal to her team and her friends. Her loyalty was rivaled only by fellow Wonder Colt soccer star Rainbow Dash. Dashie was cute and all, but you had only eyes for the yellow bombshell B-52 that was Spitfire. Of course, you had to wonder, would she return the sentiment and feel the same way about you? As you watched her kick that ball past Thunderlane, who was helping the girl's team practice in a one on one with the boy's team, your heart leaped and skipped a few beats as Thunderlane tried in vain to block her kick. It only sailed past him as she threw up her arms and shouted, "GOAL! YES SCORE!" In victory.

You watch as the others disband to let the football team practice on the entire field. You watched as she, stayed behind to pack up the soccer balls and other equipment. You climb out of the tree branch by branch until you chucks finally rest on solid grass. You cross the field, ignoring the shouts and angry words of Coach Iron Will and the players who can't practice the passes and running as you make your way over to Spitfire, she hums to herself happily as she finished packing up a few tennis rackets into the last equipment bag, she likes to be prepared.

"Hey Pal? Gimme a hand here getting all this back to the equipment shed?" She asks as you nearly trip over the checkered soccer ball. You stumble a bit making her put a hand to her lips and giggle softly. 'Smooth move Eisenstein.' You think to yourself picking it up.

"Sure thing Spitfire, you say doing your best to recover from nearly getting tripped by a ball. You pick it up and stuff it into the ball satchel as she picks up another. "So...How was today's practice?" You ask her as you cross the field again to the shed.

"It was okay, but I need my girls to give it all they got if we're gonna stand a chance against Midtown High this year. They're our first match in the line up and they're tough for soccer." She says taking her team captain's key from her neck and opening the shed door, she tosses the bag of equipment into the shed without even looking inside as you hesitate to do the same. "Don't worry, we always just toss that junk in there so long as it's packed up." She assures you as you give the equipment a good throw. "Hey...I don't recall you around here much, but thanks for the none the less." She says before spitting on her hand and holding it out for you to shake. You flinch a bit, partly wishing she hadn't done that. Granted you got why she did it, it was supposed to be a somewhat cleaner, (and these days safer) alternative to becoming blood brothers with someone, but it's still something you feel is kinda needlessly gross and hesitate to do the same. You do you're best to hawk one without getting mucus in your spit before doing the same and shaking her hand.

"I'm more a bookish type than an athlete." You tell her along with your name as you wipe your hand on the side of your sweater. she takes in the big blue knit sweater, the button up under it and the dress shoes you wore to school as a testament to that.

"So what you doing out here than?" She says taking a pair of big aviator sunglasses from her jacket as you make your way back into the school building.

"Well...you see spitfire, the thing is...I just...wanted to." She looks at how you hesitate to speak and smiles a bit, her shades lowering on her eyes and she she chuckles softly. "You want to hang out for a bit?" You finish as she chuckles and laughs a bit, your smile falters for a moment as she stops beside a locker and opens it up, to get her regular clothes and backpack from it. You feel like an ass.

"Sure thing dude, I'm up for new things." She says as you both continue, passing by the other students as you do. It's the end of the school day, everyone is making their way home, getting last min stuff from classrooms or lockers, and the only ones staying are the clubs and teachers. You notice Tree Hugger, Rose Luck, and the Botany club darting into their classroom. Rose's Boyfriend seems quite happy to usher them in in spite of being pretty much the only guy there. You and Spitfire head out the main door to see the janitor Mr. Discord and Principal Celestia guiding a new horse statue to replace the old one that was...damaged. The official story was it was vandalized and the culprits were still at large, like the district would believe the actual story. As the both of you pass by Discord and Celestia you hear bits of their conversation.

"This is worse then that time someone ran my office door in with must have been a battering ram!" Celestia said pinching her forehead in angst.

"Let's hope this statue doesn't make things get crazier around here for a while." You and Spitfire chuckle softly as you leave the school behind and make your way to the houses. You notice that she seems to be the one leading you.

"Hey Spitz? Where are going? I thought you wanted to hang out?" You ask her as she quickens her pace a bit.

"We are, I just thought I'd pick for this time," you shrug but agree. Ladies choice, you figure. "So where do you wanna go? The plaza movies, Sugar Cube Corner?" You ask as she turns down a path to nice looking house and heads to the front porch.

"Though we'd kick it at my place, keep things simple ya know?" She says digging a key from her purse and opening the front door. You're a bit confused with how she's so trustworthy to allow you in her house when you two more or less just met, but you decide it's best not to question it. She leads you into her house, pas a few rooms until you both are on her back patio. Where someone has built a long wooden structure, almost like a counter or bar. With dividers sectioning it off into stalls. There was a series of wires running along the top that had little clips attached to them.

"You know what this is? Spitfire asks as she slides a panel under one of the stalls open and takes a small stainless steel box from under it you stand beside her as she unlatches it and you see some grey packing foam conforming to an object you thought you'd NEVER see in your life. It's a gun, a pistol to be exact. With a slightly rounded barrel and a straight, slightly jutting grip. "Ruger MK II handgun, fires .22 rounds with a built in suppressor....people like to say "silencer" bit that's kinda a misnomer term. As it's borderline impossible to completely" silence" a gun. She tells you as she takes a clip from the box and snaps it into place. "Locked and loaded." She quips before handing it to you, holding it by the barrel her fingers as far from the trigger as possible. You look from the pistol in her hands to her nonchalantly smiling face. You ask her,

"Spitz are you insane?! These are dangerous weapons!" You say half tempted to swipe the thing from her hand, she scoffs and shakes her head.

"Oh Anon, we're not five years old anymore. My dad has been teaching me to shoot since I was eight, I know all the rules and safety...yes this is an approved way to hand it someone loaded." She says before placing it facing away from you both on the counter. Just pick it up and take a few shots at this." She says unfolding a paper practice target in the shape of a target and pinning it to on of the clips above you both. She uses the controls on the side of the side to send the target back. "Don't want it to be too easy for you and have it point blank, but I know you're just an amateur so I'll leave it at a medium range." She says adjusting the distance. You look from her to the gun on the table and still hesitate to follow along.

"I don't know Spitfire, my parents never even let me have any toy guns until I was ten." You tell her as your fingers wrap around the pistol grip as you raise it in your one hand, which starts to shake violently as you try to steady your nerves.

"I can see that." She say getting behind you, which only makes your hand shake more. With her so close you can smell the floral and powdery smell of her lady speed stick. You can feel her fiery orange and red hair tickling the back of your neck, the feeling is almost enough to make you pull the trigger then and there, but you hold on. She places her hands on yours and guides another one to the butt of the pistol as you both grip it and steady. "I've been trying to convince Principal Celestia to add skeet and target shooting to the Friendship Games, but she said insurance had enough a hard time approving of allowing a bunch of teenagers to handle archery equipment. Said giving them guns would be a PR debacle the size of Alaska." She then makes your hand pull the trigger, the vibrations of shooting a gun for the first time send a tingling slight pain into your hands as you recover from the initial shock. The suppressor reduced the gun's noise and somewhat negated the need for those clunky earmuffs, but it was still loud enough to make you jump a bit. Her help has made it so the bullet hit a solid fifty on the target's "score," and she decides that's enough to have you try on your own.

"You think I can do it?" You ask her as you steady the pistol one last time and line the sights up aiming for the center as best as you can.

"Just relax, clear your mind, focus on the target, block out anything and everything but the target and take a deep breath." She tells you and you do, when you pull the trigger your stunned to see that you hit the mark dead center!

"Hey Spitz! I did it!" You say happily as she only chuckles and adjusts her shades.

"Not bad rookie, but we're just getting started." The rest of the afternoon passes as you and her take turns with the target shooting, she adjusts the distances to see how you measure up to her, and you try your best to keep up. She's been training to shoot since she was little, while you hadn't even seen a real gun up close until today. Eventually she decides to pack it all in and you both head back into the house to hang out for real.

Later

"Well unlike Mr. Bundy the mouse gets to eat before he dies." Al Bundy says on the TV. You watch as you hear the sounds of Spitfire making popcorn in the kitchen not too far away. You sit back on her couch as you wait for her to return.

"Hey Anon? Stove top popcorn okay?" She asks as you hear the sounds of kernels popping and the hiss of a soda bottle opening up.

"Course Spitfire I love jiffy." You say as you flip through the guide on the TV, you hold the cursor on a rerun of the war movie Platoon, as Spitfire returns, a bowl of popcorn and two glasses of root beer in her arms, you ask her. "I found a movie, you wanna watch?" She looks at the title and doesn't seem too keen on it.

"Isn't something like There's something about Mary or 50 First Dates on?" She asks grabbing the remote and browsing through the guide. Her words surprise you since, given that Spitfire's father was (and yes I do mean WAS) a marine drill Sergeant, and the living room was decked in assorted military paraphernalia. You had been under the impression she would be more open to what you had picked before.

"I didn't...think you were into movies like that to be honest." She chuckles and takes her seat beside you on the couch. Before popping a few kernels in her mouth.

"Why? Because daddy was a military man?" She says as she starts to cuddle your arm softly like a cat. Her actions are a bit unwarranted, but not not unwelcome. "I'm still a woman inside you know, I may have a bit of shell on the surface, but I'm just as femmine under it as I can be...now let's watch kay?" She tunes to There's Something About Mary and you and her kick back taking in every scene, laughing at every joke and especially the famous "I'll have what she's having,"scene.

"Does that actually work?...If you don't mind me asking." You ask when they cut to a commercial. Spitfire giggles and places her hands on your chest before replying.

"Does what actually work?" She asks as she twiddles a finger on your chest.

"The whole faking it thing...I mean I don't mean to brag but...I kinda know the fool proof way to tell." You say turning bright red, yet surprisingly she only puts her aviators back on and laughs playfully.

"Oh really? And what pray tell is that?" She says as you notice she's slowly unzipping her WonderColt top and smirking at you. You gulp hard wondering just how far she'll go, and if she likes you enough to go as far you think she'll go.

"Well, if a woman is flushed red in a few of her engorgeous zones, then....she...had an orgasm in some capacity." You never took girls for being up to talk about these kinds of things so openly, then again this is the girl who just a few hours ago had handed yo a pistol and spent the whole afternoon target shooting. So maybe there really couldn't be anything off limits between the two of you.

"Anon?" she asks bringing her face to yours so closely, you can smell her breath, it's like peppermints and cool breezes on a crisp winter's day.

"Yeah Spitz?" You ask as you place a hand on her head and softly stroke and brush your hand through her soft, spiny hair.

"You like me a lot don't you?" She says opening up her Wondercolt zip up and you looked at the white tank top she had under it, the straps of a grey sports bra on the shoulders. You nod and place your arms around her waist making her gasp softly as you bring her close to you. Spitfire plants her lips on yours and moans into your mouth softly. She leans forward with a touch more force onto yours. You and her start to lay back on the couch while keeping your lips pressed together. Once on your back, Spitfire breaks the kiss momentarily to get he shirt off, her breasts start to sway softly being so bound up tightly in the elastic fabric. Once done, she places her lips back onto yours. Her tongue playfully pressing against your lips. You let it in as your tongue and hers battle in a round of tonsil hockey. She moans softly as your tongue enters her mouth, you count the teeth by swiping your tongue over the tops and even poking the back of her throat ever so softly. Her minty fresh breath shoots down your throat as you both moan passionately into each others maws.

As she breaks the kiss once more, a trail of saliva links her lips with yours. "I can't believe this is finally happening." You say as she sits up on top of you. She smirks at you as she playfully grinds her tight. track pants on your crotch and she guides your hands to the sports bra, which you tug and pull off her until her globes are finally free of the elastic confinement, making her sigh contently as you place your hands on the soft, fleshy mounds and squeeze. Rolling your fingers in between her perky hard nipples. She moans louder and her eyes roll into the back of her head as she gets lost in the lustful pleasure.

"I can't tell you..." She giggles slightly as she reaches in between the couch cushions, pulling out a pink ribbed vibrator. "How many times I've used this..." She waves the toy around in the air slightly. "And pretended it was the real thing." She proceeds to grab her own breasts hard placing the tip on her left nipple and turning it on, as her lips part with a soft moan. "Mhhmmm you like that big boy?" She says with a sultry purr in her throat as she runs the pink toy over her breasts alternating from the left nipple and areola to the other.

"Hell yes I do." You say as you lift your head up to her chest and rub you head in the valley of her cleavage as she moves the toy to the crotch of her track pants which is noticeably wet through the thin polyester fabric.

"Suck on my nipples, Anon." She says. You didn't need to be told twice. Immediately, you take one of her nipples into your mouth, gently sucking on it, making her moans grow louder. Further down, you feel your pants starting to become moist. Her pants are dripping, getting fluids on the couch and everything. "Ohhhhh yes, Anon." She moans. "That feels so good, lets...lets take this to my room though okay?" She says gathering up her clothes and holding your hand as she guides you up the stairs to her bedroom, you don't have time to take in the details of it as she's forcing you onto her bed and unzipping her track pants, exposing the thin string micro-kini she wore under them.

"You're so..." Your lost for words as she stands over you smirking down at you as she lowers the needy wet lips onto your head. "Sexy." Is the best you can think of as she sits her puffy swelling wet lips on your face. you take in the scent of her spicy muck as your tongue licks the fabric of her thong. She grinds and pivots her hips on your face as she moans loudly. You bite softly on the hem of her panties before pulling that last bit of clothing from her, as your legs kick your grey sweats off. She plants her pussy on your face again, you stick your tongue out and lick, taking in the sweet taste of her juices as you do. She moans and you place your hands on her trimmed, well toned rear. You give her ass a good squeeze as the butter yellow flesh gives ever so before you lift the other to deliver a hard spank to her ass with a loud audible, 'SMACK!'

"Oh yeah! Anon...I've been a very naughty girl. Spank me again!" She commands as you slip your tongue into her depths and taste her sugary walls in delight. You comply lifting a hand up and bring it back down onto her ass again. She moans louder and orders in a tone on par with her captain voice. "Oh come on you slacker HARDER!" Her shift in attitude is a bit surprising as you raise your hand again and bring it down on her again and again as hard as possible. finally sated she slips off you and lays on her back.

"That satisfy you Spitfire?" You ask picking her pink ribbed vibrator up and smirking as you lay beside her and guide it to the mound of orange and red pubic hair. She turns her head to you and licks your neck softly before sucking on it as you guide the tip to her pussy. You plant it on her clit which makes her let out a soft coo and gasps as the tender love button is assaulted with the pleasant vibrations of the toy.

"MHHH maybe...but you know what would be even better?" She asks between gasps for air as she continues the assault of kisses on your neck, you return with a nibble on her ears.

"What?" You ask teasing with sticking the toy inside her, the thick plastic rubbing hot dogged in the folds of her snatch.

"Sticking that bad boy in me." She says with a wink. You nod and proceed to push it in but she stops you. "I didn't say in there handsome." She says as you raise an eyebrow at what she's getting at. She gets on her hands and knees before raising her taut ass in the air, backing it up into your face a bit. "You like what you see?" She asks giving her cheeks a side to side shake.

"Best ass I've ever seen babe, and the only one." She giggles and spits on her hand before reaching back and rubbing her wet fingers over the one place you never though she'd be into pleasing, her anus. She moans and bites her lower lip as a finger twirls and wets the tight pucker of her asshole as her free hand reaches into her night table and takes out two things. A bottle of water based lube and a box of condoms. They are the ribbed kind...for her pleasure, and feel like the're's nothing there. "You want me to put the toy in your?" You say in awe as your erection throbs as hard as it can as the image of her fingering her ass as her eyes are closed in bliss and her moans ring out in your ears.

"Mhhh yeah, I've used my fingers before but this will be the first time I've ever put Tom in there." She says taking the toy from you, squeezing a good amount of lube onto it, and handing it back to you.

"You named your pink vibrator Tom?" You ask pushing the tip into her tight asshole opening, making her gasp then moan softly as you begin to push it in.

"That bother you?" She asks between slutty, loud moans, as you slide more and more length of the toy into her ass.

"Not at all beautiful." You as as you give the toy a few more good twists to get those last few inches into her and you admire your handiwork.The Vibrator buzzes away loudly as her asshole puckers and suctions trying in vain to push it out. She turns around, a ribbed for her pleasure condom in her teeth ever so gently. She opens it up from the wrapper and takes your long pole of meat in her hand, her grabbing makes you moan softly which she smirks at and starts to slowly jerk you off.

"MHhh you ready for take off?" She asks with her aviators half lowered seductively as she strokes your dick harder.

"Yes..." You say with a tiny gasp as she sticks her tongue out and inches it toward you tip.

"You sure? She whispers at your mushroom head as her tongue is just inches from it.

"Yes...YES! " You cry out as she licks your tip, then slowly sucks on the head of your cock softly. She moans around the head as she takes you a few inches, her throat contracts and her moans feel so pleasant on your dick. She takes her mouth from off the pole of muscle and begins unrolling the condom along your shaft. "I love you Spitfire." You tell her as you stroke her hair again.

"And I you Anon. now hand me the lube, these things are a necessity, but without lube they are like hell after a while on a girl." She says as you hand her the bottle.

"I'll make it as good for you as I can babe." You tell her as you get your wrapped rod nice and lubed up for her, you don't mind that its got ribs and even a few bumps to stimulate the inside of a woman, if anything you kinda hoped if she had the condoms, that these would be the kind she'd have.

"Now come on, my friend Tom is getting lonely back here." She says getting back on her hands and knees and raises her ass in the air, you see the pink ribbed toy STILL humming away inside her. You grip her soft creamy yellow rear and line yourself up with her pussy. "Ahhh!"... She then spreads her legs wide open once again. "Please be gentle, Anon." She says, her tough, sporty tomboy exterior fading out to a much gentler and caring facade as she looks back at you with big pleading eyes.

"Don't worry, Spitz." You reply. "I'll promise to be be as gentle as I can." With that said, you slowly place the tip of your covered shaft at the entrance of her moist pussy. 'Tom' buzzing away in her anus. You would question why she'd ask you to be gentle when you already fit her toy back there, but you realize if it's what she wants, it's what she'll get. you slowly begin to penetrate her pussy with your cock. Sliding your shaft in further, the complete upper half is now inside.

"Fuck!" Spitfire cries as bury your shaft in her half way. You finally bottom out inside her warm depths and feel the tip of your cock poking at her cervix.

"Ohhhhhh" She moans out, grabbing and squeezing her breasts hard. No words could describe the feeling. The way her sex squeezes and pulls on your cock, begging to go deeper. It feels so warm yet wet. At that moment... that very moment... you only want to fuck this girl silly. So with that, you pull back slightly and slide your dick back and then all the way in. You repeat the process over and over, again and again. Until you're going at a steady pace and she sighs and moans softly head resting on her pillow enjoying your long, smooth, strokes. moaning in bliss with each slide in and out of her. You keep this up for no longer than what seems like an eternity, much to your distaste, you all too soon feel that little burning sensation in your lower stomach and it slowly makes its way down to your groin.

"Spitfire, I'm gonna come soon!" You cry out as you keep on sliding in and out of her slit. You can feel the toy in her ass buzzing and the vibrations travel through the barrier of her insides to your cock.

"Me too! I'm...I'm gonna..ohhh Anon!" She throws her head back and her pussy squirts a few good spurts of her juices past the plug of your cock. You shiver feeling the condom's ring squeeze around the base of your cock and the tingling is pleasantly painful as you feel your spurts fill the condom up, you somewhat long to be be filling her up with your seed. To see it drip out from her when you pull out, but you understand that the condom is serving an important purpose. If it wasn't there, then things wouldn't be this romantic between you and her for a LONG time.

"Ohhhh Spitfire." You say as you slide out of her and her anal muscles finally force the solid hunk of plastic from her rectum. It lands with a lewd plop on the bed which you both chuckle at. You lay back on her bed as she takes the condom off you and you both are relived to see despite being an ecstasy brand with ribs, Trojan has held its place as the number one brand and held up nicely. "Heh felt like nothing at all." You say kissing her cheeks as she cuddles you close.

"I know, that's why I picked them up." She says stroking your wet, sticky manhood softly. Making you gasp and moan softly.

"You...want to go again?" You ask her and she smirks and cracks her knuckles.

"That was just a warm up rookie...Time to see what you've got." She says as she adjusts her aviators and gives your manhood a little shake in her fist to force it back to life. "Now up at at 'em little man...this isn't your grandma's house you know!" She says her air of a tough sports captain really making itself shown now.

"Yes Ma'am." You say to her as your member throbs in anticipation. You have a feeling that this is going to be a long night, good thing she has plenty of packs of Trojans handy...almost as if..."You've been planing this for a while haven't you Spitfire?" You ask her as she unrolls a Trojan Pure Ecstasy and a tube of arouses and intensifies lube, in both icy for him and fiery for her.

"Rookie? I've wanted you to fuck my fine ass since the day I first saw you...Now brace yourself, its gonna be a long night with Captain Spitfire." She says slapping another Trojan Pure Ecstasy onto your cock, you had always dreamed of a night like this...let's just hope you'll survive Spitfire's training, champ....