The end of a Wonderbolts show in Appaloosa. The stage crew was cleaning up while Spitfire and Soarin touched down.
“Well, Spitfire that was a great show.” Soarin said. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a sexy cowgirl waiting for me and her name is Applejack!”
Spitfire rolled her eyes and caught notice of a golden stallion with long blonde hair, green eyes, tight jeans, cowboy hat and a brown vest on his well-toned torso lugging away some cable. Her eyes widened in amazement as she thought ‘Oh, wow.”
“Hold up.” She said, grabbing Soarin’s arm and pointing. “Who’s the guy helping clean up?”
“Him? Oh, that’s AJ’s cousin Braeburn. Real cool dude.” Soarin answered.
“You don’t say?” Spitfire said thoughtfully.
“You should get to know him.” Soarin said before walking away.
“Maybe I will…” Spitfire said with a seductive look on her face as she made her way over to Braeburn.
The stallion in question was putting the last of the cable away in a truck when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see the Wonderbolt behind him.
“Hi. You’re Braeburn, right?” She asked.
“That Ah am, miss!” He brightly replied.
“I’m Spitfire, leader of the Wonderbolts.” She said, extending her hand.
“Pleased ta meet ya!” Braeburn said, furiously pumping her hand. “Yer team really knows how to woo a crowd!”
“Thanks a million. Hey, if you’re not too busy, do you think you could help me with something a little…personal?” Spitfire finished her request by placing her finger lightly on his chest.
“Anything to be of service, Miss Spitfire!” Braeburn said with a cheesy grin.
Spitfire led him through the area where the Wonderbolts’ tents were and towards the showers. A pair of female Wonderbolts noticed where Spitfire and Braeburn were going and began whispering and giggling.
“Why were yer teammates giggling?” Braeburn asked.
“They’re weird. Ignore them.” Spitfire said.
Once they were inside, Spitfire locked the doors while Braeburn looked around.
“Ya need me to clean the showers?” He asked obliviously.
Spitfire mentally rolled her eyes. ‘Geez, men can be so thick.’
“Actually, I was thinking you could help clean me.” She said as she began unzipping her suit.
Braeburn blinked in astonishment but then his eyes zeroed in on Spitfire slowly and sensually unzipping her uniform, her large breasts coming dangerously close to exploding out of the open zipper.
“I usually go commando in my Wonderbolt suit.” She said nonchalantly as she peeled it off. “It fits so well, it’s like wearing nothing at all.”
She then tossed it at Braeburn, amused that it came close to hanging off his slackened jaw. Spitfire grabbed his vest and pulled him over to one of the showers. She turned it on and let the hot water pour down her. As the sparkling water moved down her flawless form and began rubbing a bar of soap all over her, making sure to moan a little.
Spitfire smirked at the gawking Braeburn and took his hands by the wrists. She placed them on her breasts and moved them around, letting him feel their weight and softness.
“Did you know I was voted the sexiest mare in Equestria?” She purred. “Do you think I deserved it?”
Braeburn just kept gawking, his jeans getting tighter by the second.
“Aw, don’t tell me the little cowboy is shy.” Spitfire cooed.
The stupid gape on Braeburn’s face disappeared and was replaced with a determined grin.
“Shy? Oh no, missy. Y’all may have taken me by surprise but there ain’t no filly that can break this bronco.”
Before Spitfire could do anything, Braeburn pushed her against the wall, grabbed her firm buttocks and hoisted her up. He positioned himself so that her well-toned thighs were placed on his shoulders, leaned in under her glistening abs and began softly licking her pussy.
“Oh, sweet mother of-!” Spitfire screamed as Braeburn’s tongue explored her inner trenches. What happened to the oblivious cowboy and who replaced him with the master pussy-eater?
Braeburn mentally smiled. Spitfire may have taken him by surprise but he’d turn those tables but good! One of his best methods; give the pussy a little teasing, follow up with some groping and sucking on some sensitive areas to get her turned on the right amount and then put the bull in the pen, so to speak. Then after the deed’s been done, stick around if she wants you to for whatever else she wants: kissing, cuddling, talking or another round. May Celestia strike him down if Braeburn ever left a mare unsatisfied.
He slowly maneuvered himself so that Spitfire’s feet were back on the ground and so that she could see that he’d somehow managed to get naked. Braeburn softly kissed her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Spitfire wrapped her arms around his neck, marveling at Braeburn’s sudden swap to tenderness; most guys would’ve wanted to get to the banging by now.
Braeburn squeezed Spitfire’s backside a good squeeze. He marveled at its firm, cushiony feel. Feeling bold, he turned Spitfire around and began spanking her glorious behind. Spitfire shrieked in pleasure every time his hand connected, making her rump jiggle.
“Tell me, cowboy. Are you an ass man or a breast man?” She managed to get out.
“Why not both?”
He turned her around again. Braeburn had seen many a fine set of breasts and Spitfire’s were definitely in the top five. How she got them in her uniform, he’d never know. Going right for the kill, he took Spitfire’s right nipple in his mouth and began sucking. She began screaming in pleasure as he did; dear Celestia, she couldn’t remember the last time a stallion turned her this much.
“All right, cowboy, this has been fun but it’s high time for the main event.” She began to position herself but Braeburn stopped her.
“Nope, you stay right there, miss. Ah’ll do the work.”
Pushing her against the wall, Braeburn slid inside her and began thrusting. Moving in and out of her velvety folds, Braeburn marveled at its fiery warmth.
“No wonder they call ya Spitfire; that pussy of yers could melt the dick off any man!” Braeburn panted.
“And that’s what’s gonna happen to yours, cowboy!” Spitfire grinned.
“The rodeo’s not over yet!”
He began to go faster and harder. Their moans and screams filled the shower until they both finally climaxed. The two collapsed to the floor, Braeburn sitting against the wall with Spitfire in his lap.
“Holy shit,” Spitfire panted. “What do they teach you out here?”
“That it’s impolite not to show a lady a good time.” He replied, kissing her face.
“Oh, I have GOT to get your number.”
They began quietly kissing on the shower floor when the door briefly shook.
“Hey, are you guys done in there? Other people wanna screw in there too!”
“Soarin, Ah am not gonna screw in a place where mah cousin just screwed!”
