Soaring Fire

by Clairvoyant

Rating: mature
Tags: Spitfire, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Soarin, Romance, Sex
Length: 5247

When it came to the bedroom, you would say you were pretty vanilla. Sure, you would experiment and try new things, but you were content with normal sex. Of course, your view of sex changed when two Wonderbolts decided to share their kinks.

When it came to the bedroom, you were pretty vanilla. Sure, you would experiment and try new things, but you were content with normal sex. Of course, your view of sex changed when two Wonderbolts decided to share their kinks.

Contains: M/F, M/M, M/M/F, Slight Pet-Play.

Unrelated, but this is my first clopfic, so do not go in expecting the Citizen Kane of horse sex.

Published 2016-06-17 03:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-06-17 03:10:01 UTC

Soaring Fire

You read the ticket over and over again, the words playing in your head as a giddy smile formed on your face. You had to restrain yourself from hopping up and down in glee, mostly because you were in public and you didn't want to fall through the cloud you were currently standing on. You were but a unicorn, and while you performed a cloudwalking spell, you still had a fear of heights. But, you didn't let it deter you from coming to see your favorite pegasi; the Wonderbolts!

Glancing down to the note for one more time, your eyes darted across the length of the ticket, the words dancing in the forefront of your mind. ‘We gradually invite you to our show, and a free passage to see us backstage! We loved your review about our show in Canterlot and would love to meet you in person. Sincerely, Spitfire’. When you received the letter and ticket in the mail, you felt like a colt again you were so happy.

Of course, you were invited to many other shows by them when you wrote reviews depicting them as experts, but you never had the time nor could you make it there anyway. You studied the cloudwalking spell for months in preparation for when you were invited again, and now you could finally see their show in their hometown! Not to mention you have a front row seat to gaze upon all of their amazing moves, like the double-sided tornado and the blitz dive!

Returning to reality, you looked around the floating city of Cloudsdale, oohing and aahing at every interesting sight. There was still an hour to kill until the show, so why not spend it exploring and learning about the culture of pegasi? You don't like to admit it, but you had a deep obsession with pegasi. Maybe it was because if their power over the weather, and they can walk on clouds, not to mention they have the sexiest bodies…

Feeling a blush come onto your face, you shook your head and continued on, your hooves digging into plush texture of the clouds, it comforting your hooves and tickling the frog of your hooves. Your bed is the most expensive one on this side of Equestria, and it has nothing on clouds. If only you could cast a never ending cloudwalking spell, you would just sleep on beds for the rest of your life. Pegasi are lucky, and you felt envious towards them.

Imagine soaring through the sky, the wind brushing against your face and coat, your hooves stretched out as you zoomed through the air. And after you are exhausted, you could plop down right onto a fluffy cloud and sink into it, it enveloping you as you drift away into a nap, your body relaxed as it could ever be. Just thinking about it put a small smile on your muzzle. Even thinking of being a pegasus made you happy, even if it isn't real.

Not to say you're unhappy as a unicorn, you are perfectly fine as one and you could never see yourself otherwise. You love being able to hold onto things without dropping them, you don't even use your hooves when comes to grabbing things. You love using magic, learning new spells and improving yourself so you can grow as a magic user. And it feels amazing when a tongue drags across the top of your horn…

For the second time that day, your cheeks heated up and were colored a deep red, which was a big contrast on your tan coat. If you blushed hard enough, maybe you could match the shade of red your mane and eyes are. Of course, you could only do that if you thought about some extremely embarrassing stuff, although if you carried on the way you are right now, you could easily burn a hole through your cheeks.

You slapped a hoof against your hoof, shutting your eyes. Get ahold of yourself, Vanilla! What is wrong with you? You can't stop thinking about everything arousing, are you really that pent up? Well, to be fair, you haven't got any action in quite awhile, so you answered your own question right there. Okay. After the show, you'll go home and relieve yourself, maybe that will help it. Hopefully, because soon enough your cheeks will forever be stained red.

Calming down some, you walked around the market, checking out the various things these stores had for sale. You had to admit, pegasi have some interesting knit knacks for sale, like snow globes and antique statues, things of that nature. Of course, there was too many erotic shops for your liking. You had to stop yourself from going in and staring at all of the lingerie and sex toys. But, all you gave them was a passing glance and a shy blush.

After a while of wandering around checking out stores and trying out some pastries at a sweet shop, you saw several pegasi flying overhead towards the coliseum. Seeing as an hour has almost passed, you checked the time inside the sweet shop, you began to walk back to get inside and find your seat. On the ticket was the seat number and a tied to the back was the pass to get backstage. You wonder what they're like when they're not performing.

When you turned the corner, you groaned at the sight of a long line leading up to the entrance of the coliseum. You may have a ticket to a front row seat and backstage pass, but it didn't protect you from the universe’s cruelest joke; the waiting line. Sighing, you adopted a defeated look as you took your place at the back of the line, waiting patiently- yeah right- for you to get to the front of the line and get to your seat. You always hated lines, even now as a stallion.

“Vanilla? Is that you?” You heard a voice speak out behind you, a raspy one. When you turned around, you nearly gasped and jumped and down, but suppressed the urge to, instead giving a friendly smile to the yellow pegasus with the frizzy orange mane. Of course, she was in uniform and had her goggles on, but you could tell it was Spitfire, the Captain of the Wonderbolts; the one who invited you here. Needless to say, you didn't expect her to come up to you and say hello out here.

“Y-Yes. What are you doing out here, shouldn't you be backstage getting ready?” At first you were shy, but you quickly regained your confidence and looked the mare in the eyes. It does raise the question as to why she isn't backstage getting ready for the show and she's instead out here talking to you, but you were grateful for the opportunity to talk with the mare. You were going to talk with her after the show anyway, but you don't mind spoiling your metaphorical dinner.

“I had to grab something for after the show, to which you're here to attend finally! Also, what are you doing here at the back of the line? Come on.” She stated, nudging you along past the line and to the front of the line. The ponies that used to be in front of me voiced their complaints, but you didn't pay them any mind. “He’s with me.” She said to the ticket taker, who nodded and let you go by. You smirked at the fact that you just cut to the front of the line and got away with it. You; one. Universe; zero.

You whistled as you stepped inside the stadium, taking in its mass and density. Almost every seat was taken by rabid fans, who were screaming and hollering loudly enough to make your eyes ring. You looked at your ticket for the seat number and chanted it endlessly until you found it, plopping yourself atop of it. You glanced around and even saw the princesses!

They were sitting down on plush chairs and waving their hooves, a gentle smile on their faces. They were flanked by two royal guards who looked bemused, a nametag on both of them, which is odd. ‘Dusk’ and ‘Eclipse’. Shrugging, you sank deeper into your chair as you waited for the show to begin, a relaxed expression sneaking onto your face.

You looked to see the announcer making his way onto the field, a microphone in his hoof. He tapped it to check and see if it it's working, before doing his signature opening. “Welcome Fillies and Gentlecolts, to 117th annual Wonderbolts show!” He stopped to bask in the cheering of the crowd.

“Today, we will have the Captain of the Wonderbolts, Spitfire,” He introduced through the microphone, the yellow pegasus dashing onto the field, a grin on her face as she waved to screaming fans. “Next we have Soarin’,” More screaming as the blue stallion flew onto the field, the mares of the stadium whooping and hollering, causing the stallion to blush softly underneath his suit. “And, last but certainly not least, Fleetfoot!” And once again the stadium erupted in cheers.

“Let the show begin!”

…

You stood up from your seat, stretching as everyone got up from their seats and began discussing the show to their friends and passing strangers. You saw a recognizable cyan mare with a rainbow mane ecstatically talking to random ponies, a Wonderbolts cap on top of her head. You sighed happily as you began making your way over to the entrance to the backstage.

“Pass?” The stallion guarding the backstage inquired, holding his hoof out. You handed him the pass and he scanned it, motioning to you move on. You smiled and walked past him, entering the backstage where the Wonderbolts’ Captain and her team awaits, anticipation showing through your wide grin.

Inside laid a luxurious suite-looking room, with a couch and coffee table, as well as some tables that held a variety of dishes, as well as a bowl of red liquid that looked like punch. There was a hallway to the left that held showers, but you stayed away for the sake of their privacy. You walked over to the food and grabbed a small cube of cheese, munching on it as you waited.

“That cheese is imported from Zebrica. Fleetfoot is a real cheese-lover. Sad she couldn't make it.” You turned around to see Spitfire coming in from the showers, a towel wrapped around her mane. You also noticed her wet, hot body. The way her body looked damp and her coat pushing against the curves of her body… You hid your blush by munching on another piece of cheese.

“Soarin’ should be coming in any second now and we can hang out for a little bit, cool?” You nodded silently as your cheeks returned to their original color. As you calmed down, you turned around finally to see Spitfire lounging one side of the couch, looking at you expectantly, motioning you to take a seat. Without another moment of hesitation, you approached the other couch and took a seat, feeling the plush material sink beneath the weight of your body. This is nice.

“Oh hey, what's up, Vanilla? You enjoy our show today?” Soarin’ appeared before you, sitting down next to Spitfire. Like Spitfire, he was wet as well, but let his mane lay limply against his coat. You resisted the urge to blush, once again nodding silently at his question. Odd, why do you want to blush at him, he’s a stallion.

“On the behalf of the Wonderbolts, we want to thank you for your reviews. It means a lot to us that we can even impress Unicorns, no offense.” Spitfire exclaimed, waving a hoof at you.

“None taken.” You politely replied, a small smile forming on your muzzle. It was no big deal, they were clearly talented and you see it clear as day.

“It's also nice to see you aren't like other ponies in the media. Geez, you'd think they have an obsession for us.” You all chuckled at Soarin’s joke, enjoying the pleasant conversation. If only you knew, Soarin’. If only you knew…

“You guys are talented and I see that with every show I attend. Of course you deserve the good ratings.” You said with newfound confidence. This is unlike you, you usually just nod and shake at yes and no questions. But, you can't explain it, but you feel comfortable around these two. It's a weird feeling.

“Please, you flatter us. We just do our jobs… Why don't we learn about you, Vanilla? What do you do when you aren't writing kick-ass reviews?” Spitfire inquired, gazing into your eyes. If you had enough confidence, you would say-

“Date sexy pegasi like you.” You blurted out, your cheeks scorching your coat. What?! WHAT?! Abort, Abort! Mayday! Vanilla has just lost his mind! We need to get you to the emergency room, because you are losing your mind! Oh Celestia, why did you say that?! She probably thinks you're a stalker and a creep now!

“Well, I can see why us pegasi would want to date you, handsome. Look at you… Those muscles, those sexy eyes, and the cute way you blush…” Spitfire replied, making you doubletake. Wait on that escort to the emergency room, brain, because I think it worked. Oh Celestia, did. It. Work?!

“I aim to please.” You shoot back, a smirk forcing its way onto your face. Wait a minute, what happened to the shy and introverted Vanilla? You are way too confident to be Vanilla… Did some kind of alpha parasite snake its way into your brain or something? Spitfire darted her eyes up and down before she glanced to Soarin’ and then back to you.

“Okay, let's make a deal. You promise to write good reviews for us,” You always do, why would you ever st- “And you can fuck us both right now.” -op being this confident! Whoo, smell that air, couldn't you drink it like booze?! Is it hot in here, or do you need to leave?! Do we need to leave, brain?!

Brain.exe has stopped working.

You guess you're on your own.

“Deal.” You mutter, loud enough for Spitfire and Soarin’ to hear, who both grinned mischievously after the one word you uttered. Before you could move, a ball gag was shoved in your mouth and tied around your head, muting you from saying anything. Oh Celestia, this is really happening, isn't it?

“Good. Now, why don't you let the two of us… Take care of this~” Spitfire whispered into your ears, dragging a hoof across your rising member. You need an adult! Oh wait, we're all adults, and this is consensual sex. Nevermind, we are good. Continue onwards.

In between your legs was your now fully erect shaft, standing at eleven inches. Your veins throbbed underneath your sleek black rod, making you bite the ball gag in your mouth involuntarily. Pre-cum spurted out and trickled down your length, leaving behind a thin line of salty liquid. Spitfire and Soarin’ locked lips, making out in front of you as they stared you in the eyes, teasing you as her hoof faintly stroked your staff, the pre-cum clinging to her coat.

Their lips left each other, connected only by a thin strand of saliva that broke when they leaned down to plant kisses up the length of your cock, small spots of saliva being left behind as they moved upwards until they reached the top of your staff, more pre-cum dribbling out and sticking to their lips as they pressed their lips against the tip, your rod throbbing hardly at the contact. Celestia, this teasing is going to kill you.

Together, they lapped up the small puddle of pre-cum and battled each other with their tongues, swapping saliva and the gathered cum, all the while gazing into your eyes. Unf. You let out a small moan that is muffled by the ball gag, but it spurred the Wonderbolts on. Without another moment’s hesitation, they dragged their tongues across your member, their saliva and your own pre-cum making it slick. You groaned as they double-teamed your cock, pleasure rocketing through your groin.

Soarin’ lowered his head to work on your swollen balls, licking them roughly as he kneaded them with his hoof. Spitfire continued to treat your throbbing erection, wrapping her lips around the tip and swirling her tongue around the tip, collecting all of the pre-cum that is dribbling out. You don't know how much longer you can last. You never had a three-some… The diamond dogs don't count.

Without warning, Soarin’ sucked one of your balls into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the smooth exterior of your ballsack. You bit the ball gag hard as he sucked on it, saliva coating your balls as he worked on your swollen balls. You let out a moan, your horn fizzling slightly. Holy shit, you don't think you can last any longer.

Spitfire was now bobbing her head up and down on your cock, her tongue and the warm confines of her muzzle being complete and utter ecstasy. With the combined effort of Spitfire devouring your shaft with her maw and Soarin’ sucking on your balls, you screamed into the ball gag as you were pushed over the edge.

Thick ropes of hot, creamy semen shot out of your cock, streaming down Spitfire’s throat as you rode out your orgasm. Spitfire pulled off of your shaft, more ropes of cum exploding out of your member and landing on Spitfire and Soarin’s muzzle, mane, and hooves as you came, letting out a moan as you enjoyed your afterglow.

“I think it's my turn now, wouldn't you agree?” Soarin’ announced, removing the ball gag from your mouth, throwing it to the side. He stood up and towered over you, shoving his stallionhood in your face. He sat down on your stomach, presenting his throbbing erection. Pre-cum dribbled out and cascaded down the length of his member, the musk of his stallionhood filling you with an arousal you never experienced before.

You leaned forward and shyly touched the tip of his penis with you tongue, a salty but pleasant taste lingering on your tongue. Gripping his staff with your hoof for better leverage, you slowly dragged a tongue across the underside of his shaft, moaning at the scent of his musk. Oh Celestia, you never thought you would say this, but dicks are great.

Kneading his balls with your other hoof, you rolled it around and felt his testicles inside. You chased them with your hoof as you continued licking his staff, pre-cum gathering on your tongue and lubricating it as you treated his aching member, his stifled moans egging you on. You glanced up at him before continuing on, wondering what Spitfire was doing.

You nearly jumped when you felt a tongue prodding at your tailhole, swirling around your entrance. You hummed on Soarin’s staff, the vibrations running up his length and forcing him to moan, which in turn made you grin. You shifted your body so your head is higher up before you wrapped your lips around the tip of his length, your hot breath tickling his throbbing member.

Spitfire continued to give your tailhole attention, as well as your cock, which is once again standing tall and hard as a rock. She stroked your rod with a wing, the softness of her feathers sending a tingle throughout your crotch. Her tongue fought against the resistance of your tailhole, until you gasped as it snaked its way inside, coaxing your insides.

You lowered your head down farther onto Soarin’s stallionhood, it filling the entirety of your muzzle as you kept going until your chin rubbed against his balls. You gagged slightly at it prodding against the back of your throat, but you suppressed it and began to bob your head up and down in his lap, treating his hard staff.

Spitfire ceased working on your own erection and instead decided to assault your tailhole, pushing her tongue as far as she can into your hole. You gasped at the feeling and felt a stream of pre-cum glide down your length. Soarin’ was now panting, and suddenly bucked into your mouth, forcing you gag.

“Sorry.” He muttered, placing his hoof on the back of your head. You subconsciously accepted his apology and repaid him by bouncing your head back and forth on his cock, your tongue dragging and swiveling around to get more of his musky and salty stallionhood on your tastebuds. You were enjoying this a lot and never wanted it to end.

“I-I… I’m gonna’ cum, Vanilla!” You prepared yourself as Soarin’s shaft flared and you heard him moan as thick ropes of gooey cum shot to the back of your throat, and you greedily gulped down every drop. You pulled your muzzle of his cock and watched as more streams of semen landed on your face, mane, and horn.

Soarin’ panted as he lifted off of you, enjoying his afterglow. When you didn't have a big, delicious cock in your face anymore, you noticed Spitfire in front of you with a smirk on her face and a collar and leash in her hooves. Accepting your fate, you allowed her to fasten the collar around your neck and you sat there and waited.

“Good boy. Now, ass in the air and head on the ground.” You obeyed her without a word and lowered your head to the ground, raising your plot in the air, spreading your legs to better accommodate the massive erection slapping against your stomach. You looked up at Spitfire, who sat down in front of you.

“Good boy~” She purred, spreading her legs in front of you, presenting her soaking wet marehood to you. It glistened in the light as drops of vaginal juices streamed down her lips, before it winked at you. You also got a good view of her massive, but attractive tailhole that invited anyone to ravage. “I think you deserve a treat~”

She motioned to her gleaming pussy and you attacked it immediately, assaulting it with your tongue. Dragging your tongue across her lips, you lapped up all of the accumulated juice and swallowed it as you serviced her, as she tugged on your leash, bringing your muzzle deeper into her vagina.

Your chin pressed up against her tailhole and you soon had her juices on your face along with Soarin’s warm cum. You darted your tongue across her clitoris, savoring the sweet taste of her arousal. Lighting your horn, you played with her nipples, tugging and pulling on them lightly.

Spitfire placed a hoof on the back of your head as her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her eyes half-lidded and gazing into your own. You began reciting the alphabet in the form of licking on her marehood, beginning with A and eventually ending on Z. Deciding to do something different, you reared back and placed the tip of your horn at her entrance, the warm confines squeezing your appendage.

You didn't hesitate anymore as you rammed your horn deeper into her pussy, it constricting around it as you felt pleasure shoot through your head. By now, there was a steady stream of pre-cum constantly flowing out of your cock and gathering into a small puddle on the floor. It was throbbing so hard to the point where it actually hurt.

Adopting a steady rhythm, you ravaged Spitfire’s vagina as you slammed your horn in and out of her marehood at a fast pace, your appendage and mane now slick with her juices as you felt your head gaining a certain pressure. Spitfire’s thighs pinned your head and you could tell she was close, so you pushed yourself until you bursted.

Spitfire nearly screamed as she spurted onto your mane, coating it white. You moaned softly as you heard a loud pop, indicating you popped your horn. You sighed at pleasure in your horn, your eyelids lowering. Before you could relax, however, you felt a bunch of weight dump onto your back. Twisting your head, you saw Soarin’ revved up and ready to fuck your ass.

By now, you weren't even ashamed.

“Just relax and I’ll take care of you, my pet~” Soarin’ whispered in your ear as he grabbed the leash from Spitfire, who was laying there watching the two of you. You nodded silently and prepared your anus. You felt his stallionhood prodding at your asshole, which was previously wet from Spitfire’s vicious tongue attack.

You gritted your teeth as he pushed past the resistance and entered your tailhole with a pop, forcing you to gasp loudly. He kept pushing further inside until you felt full with his thick cock, which left you wanting more as your own shaft is dangling between your legs helplessly. Swallowing your pride, you uttered three simple words.

“Please fuck me.” You muttered, but loud enough for Soarin’ to hear. He pulled out until just the tip was inside before he slammed back inside, his balls slapping against your plot. You moaned like a mare in heat as your walls clenched around his massive member, eager for more. You hate to admit it, but…

For once in your life, you want to be fucked hard in the ass.

Soarin’ must have read your mind, because he began moving his hips quickly, his long stallionhood ramming against the back of your passage, making you feel fuller more than any food could. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth against your will, making you seem like a needy mare. The Wonderbolt tugged on your leash as he slammed against your plot.

“You have a very girly plot for a stallion~” Soarin’ purred, his words ringing loudly in your mind. You found yourself pushing against his force, you want to please Soarin’. Soon enough, without any notice, you screamed as your stallionhood flared and spurts of steaming hot, creamy cum shot out onto the floor, pure ecstasy running rampant in your body.

You slumped under Soarin’s weight as he rode out his own orgasm, his cock filling you with thick ropes of semen, which poured out of your ravaged anus. He pulled out with a slick pop, cum trickling from your gaping asshole and down your balls, gliding down the length of your cock. You were tired, but you haven't had enough. Not yet.

“You have one more thing to do before you can rest, my good pet~” Spitfire said with a sultry voice. You turned to her and she was lying on the floor on her stomach, and her soaking wet marehood shining in the light. Soarin’ got off of you and tugged you by your leash, dragging you to Spitfire who watched you with half-lidded eyes.

Soarin’ got underneath of Spitfire, his stallionhood now fully recovered and ready to go again. At the combined sight of her glistening vagina and his slick stallionhood, you found your cock slipping out of its sheath and throbbing against your stomach for the third time that day. You got on top of Spitfire, who now had control of you.

“Good boy… Now, fuck me senseless, or you don't get a treat in the showers later~” You nodded dumbly and positioned yourself above the Wonderbolt, your hard rod prodding at the entrance of her warm passage. It felt so moist against your shaft and you found yourself entering inside of her, eliciting a moan from her.

Below you, Soarin’s already lubricated cock pushed against Spitfire's massive tailhole, eventually finding itself inside with a loud pop. Spitfire began breathing heavily at the both of us in both of her orifices, and without another moment of hesitation, you started fucking her senseless like the good little pet you are.

Her warm walls clenched around your throbbing erection, constricting it as you slammed inside of her. She moaned loudly as Soarin’ worked his way inside and started ramming her with all his worth. Following his pattern, you fell in sync with him and stroked her with your massive cock. Your cock was aching due to all the times you came today, but that just you motivated you more.

Spitfire's wings were sprawled out on the floor, throbbing slightly. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth and she was drooling, her eyes closed as she gasped and moaned at every motion Soarin’ and you made. She was in a state of ecstasy, and she loved every second of it.

Soarin’ grunted as his hips slapped up against yours and Spitfire's, his balls rubbing against yours as he ravaged her anus, her walls tightly squeezing his member, milking his cock dry. Soarin’ bit down on Spitfire's wing as he came, shooting thick ropes of gooey cum into her tailhole, filling her to the brim with his seed.

Familiar with the pressure, you bit your lip as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, streams of semen rocketing out of your throbbing cock and coating her walls white as they constricted your member, spilling out as you pulled out of her gaping vagina.

Spitfire came as soon Soarin’ pulled out of her asshole, juices squirting out of her pussy and forming into a puddle combined with Soarin’s cum and your own seed. You panted as you dropped onto your knees, tired out from all of the activity you were invited to. Your member ached and your plot was sore, and you ready to rest.

“You okay?” Spitfire asked you, who was just as tired out as you are. You scanned the room for Soarin’, but he was nowhere to be found. Your guess was that he went into the showers. That's not that bad of an idea, actually. You helped Spitfire to her hooves and you began walking to the showers, the both of you exhausted.

“Was it good for you, too?” Spitfire playfully inquired, slapping your flank with her wing. You yelped and jumped into the air, a blush forming on your face. Spitfire giggled and entered the showers, already turning one on. You removed the collar from your neck and stepped into the stream of water, basking in the warm water as it washed away the sex off of your body.

“Y-Yes.” You were satisfied, more than that actually. It was the best damn sex you ever had. Most likely because you were very vanilla, no pun intended, in the bedroom. But, now that you actually tried something different, you scolded yourself mentally for being so boring when it came to sex. You guess all it took was to be fucked in the ass and treated like a domestic animal for you to see that.

“We’re not done yet~” Spitfire purred as she pointed to the entrance to the showers. Standing there was the rest of the Wonderbolts team, all gazing at you with seductive expressions. You gulped as you were soon overtaken, your stallionhood once again growing beneath you.

What did you get yourself into?

Author's Note

mfw when I wrote over 5,000 words of horse porn
mfw when I'll one day look back and see that I wrote this
mfw I have no face
Please let me know how I can improve at writing horse smut, because I obviously want to improve so I further myself down the path of degeneracy. Critism is welcomed, as always.