Sleepover, or What To Do When You Get Rained In

by Tycoon

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Spitfire, Romance, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin
Length: 1792

Soarin and Spitfire are rained in overnight by a large thunderstorm. Stuff ensues.

Soarin' and Spitfire were hanging out at Spitfire's house. They don't usually get to hang out, thanks to being Wonderbolts and all.

The forgetful pair don't remember the scheduled thunderstorm overnight.

Soarin' decides to stay over.

Published 2016-07-17 17:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-07-17 17:20:01 UTC

The One and Only Chapter

Sleepover,

or, What To Do When You Get Rained In

by: Tycoon

"I had a blast today Spits!" Soarin' exclaimed with his signature happy-go-lucky attitude.

"I did too Soarin'. I wish we could just.. hang out more often. Be ourselves around each other."

"Yeah. Alright, I should get going." Soarin' said while opening the front door. The pair walked out onto the cloud porch. They looked at each other and got closer, engaging in a friendly hug.

BOOOOMM!!!

Both pegasi jumped at the loud crack of thunder nearby.

"Well, that was quite the scare wasn't it?" Spitfire gave a nervous chuckle. Both their hairs were standing on edge from the recent noise.

"Hehe, yeah..." Soarin' said nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck with his foreleg. "I guess I should get going..." Spitfire's eyes widened as she looked at him in disbelief.

"Oh, no no no you aren't! You can't go flying out in this weather. You're gonna have to stay here for the night." Spitfire said with authority.

"I-I guess I can stay then. If you really want me to.." Soarin' said, blushing slightly.

"C'mon Soarin', we'll have fun! You act like we've never slept in the same building together." Spitfire retorted. The pair walked inside, back into the living room. "But first, we're getting hammered!" She said, jumping up and down like a filly.

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A few hours into the night, and some drinks later, they found themselves on the cloud couch. Soarin' being a stallion, sat slightly taller than Spitfire. He was looking down at her, into her eyes. Something about alcohol, and the fact that Spitfire liked Soarin' more than a friend, was gonna make this an interesting night...

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Soarin' and Spitfire found themselves on the couch, slightly swaying back and forth as they tried to keep concentrated on each other. The storm outside was frightful indeed, but the companionship made Spitfire feel safe in a weird way, like she knew Soarin' could, and would protect her. Soarin' soon noticed Spitfire shivering next to him. He looked at her with a confused look.

"Hey..Spits, are you cold or somethin'?"

"Y-yyeah... I am. I don't care what the myth is, alcohol makes me cold." She replied.

"D-...do you want me to help you w-with that?" Soarin' asked nervously, with a small blush forming on his cheeks. Spitfire blushed back.

"Y-yeah.. I'd like that." She said looking at him intently. Soarin' draped his wing over Spitfire, and pulled her down towards the couch, as he leaned back against the arm of the couch. Spitfire scooted up to him and nuzzled into his chest. She inhaled deeply, taking in his musk. She was so surprised Soarin' was being as affectionate as he was. He normally was a little... slow when it came to advances, she thought maybe it was the alcohol letting his romantic side out. She sighed, trying to sink into his soft fur as much as she could.

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An hour or so had passed, and the pair was drifting in and out of consciousness, but neither could really fall asleep. Suddenly, Soarin' got up and started stammering.

"I-I..Sorry Spitfire, I didn't realize what I was doing. I guess I was too drunk to realize right away..." A huge blush crossed his face and the tips of his ears, making him tuck them down onto his head.

"W-what are you talking about Soarin'? You didn't do anything wrong..." Spitfire said confusingly.

"I was like, cuddling with you! I didn't mean to-" Spitfire cut him off by putting a hoof up to his mouth.

"Dude, relax. It's fine. I'd be lying if I said...I didn't like it just a little bit." She lowered her hoof and gave him a sincere smile. He looked into her eyes, a new flame ignited in his mind. He smiled, his cheeks becoming redder by the second.

"Listen we should get to bed. It's pretty late." Spitfire got up and started walking to the bedroom.

"A-alright then." Soarin' said, getting up slowly.

Soarin' followed behind her, notably eyeing her up. His inebriated mind couldn't help but stare at her plot, as she swayed down the hallway. Sweet Celestia she looks good... he thought to himself.

Spitfire opened the door, and they both walked into her bedroom. As Spitfire went off towards the other end of the room, Soarin' stood there and looked around. I've never really admired the decor before.. Soarin' though to himself. The sound of blankets rustling snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked over to see Spitfire under the blankets in the bed. He walked over to the edge of the bed opposite of the side Spitfire was lying on.

"I-uhhh...good night then." He smiled and lowered himself onto the floor until he was out of sight of Spitfire. A loud, defeated sigh left Spitfire's mouth, as she sat up in the bed.

"Soarin', are you really that dense dude...?" She said rolling her eyes. Soarin's head popped back up into view.

"W-what?" He stammered back.

"I have a queen sized bed for a reason. She monotonously said, raising an eyebrow at Soarin'. He looked down, thinking. He nodded to himself.

"I guess you're right.." He got up and climbed into the bed next to her. He stayed towards his edge of the bed, trying to keep it the least awkward as possible.

"Good night Spits." Soarin' said with a small burst of confidence.

"Good night sexy." She smiled and looked over at him, a huge blush covering his face and his ears. Oh Celestia, I love messing with him. She grinned at herself eagerly as she rolled away from Soarin'. She closed her eyes, and slowly drifted into Luna's dream realm.

A few hours into the night...

Spitfire awoke in the middle of the night. She normally doesn't sleep much at night, for various reasons. As her senses awoke along with her body, she felt a large, but soft warmth cradling her. Her eyes widened as she couldn't really remember much of earlier because of the alcohol. She turned her head and peeked only to see a light blue stallion cuddled up to her, gripping her in her sleep. Oh my gosh, Soarin' cuddled up to me in his sleep... She felt a wave of heat come up from her neck. He's so adorable sometimes... She thought to herself. The soft breathing of Soarin' tickled the back of her neck.

Lying there, Spitfire began to think about random things. As she shifted under Soarin's grasp slightly, she felt something she wasn't aware of before. His not-so-conveniently placed erection was rubbing against her lower back. She blushed at the thought of Soarin' wielding his... weapon. Suddenly, a devious little dirty thought came to her mind. She never outright showed him that she liked him, and she knew for sure Soarin' felt the same way. Now is the chance to show him.. She slowly moved out from under the blankets, but Soarin' instinctively pulled her back in, still completely unconscious. Boy, this is gonna be harder then I thought... She looked around on the bed, and noticed a few extra pillows on the bed. She reached above her and grabbed one of the pillows on the bed, and pulled it down to her. She rotated, and placed the pillow in between Soarin's forelegs, who gripped the Spitfire stand-in.

She arose from the bed, and walked to the foot of it, occasional lightning lit the room. Spitfire stood there, looking at the sleeping stallion, contemplating her decision she was about to make. She nodded to herself, happy with her decision.

Spitfire took the edge of the blankets into her hooves, and lifted them up and over, letting the cool air hit his body. His member was still standing at attention. She smiled, licking her lips. She knelt down over the edge of the bed, coming face to face with her prize. She opened his legs gently as to not wake him up. Spitfire took he hoof and rubbed Soarin's member a few times to really feel it. A small peep emitted from Soarin's mouth.

She brought his dick up to her mouth. She slowly opened her mouth and gave it a long lick, starting at the base. Soarin' groaned in his sleep, hugging the pillow tighter. She licked up and down his penis a few more times, until it was nice and wet. She then took the tip into her mouth, suckling lightly to coax more out of him. His moans were getting louder each time she moved her moist mouth over him.

She took more and more of his cock into her throat, getting a little past halfway. She couldn't help but moan a little herself as she deep-throated his dick. The vibration stimulating him additionally, making him coo softly. She could tell he was getting close.

Spitfire continued faster and faster. His leg started twitching every so often as he reached closer and closer to climax. She brought her wing up and gently fondled his balls. He was inching ever closer to the point of no return. His whole lower half was spasming and squirming at the great deal of stimulation.

Adrenaline was flowing through her, she couldn't believe she was about to do this, and get away with it. Even with wings were twitching wildly. She brought her other free wing up and ran her feathers delicately along his sides and stomach, tickling him quite a lot. That was the straw that broke the camels back.

His back arched as he shot his milky stallion seed down her throat in a large burst. She nearly gagged at the sudden filling, but managed to control herself. He continued cumming into her mouth. Wow, he was really pent up... Spitfire thought to herself. She pulled his spent dick out of her mouth, letting it flop onto his stomach. During his orgasm, his wings had flared out, leaving a couple feathers to float back down onto the bed. He was breathing deeply now, but still seemingly asleep.

She got up off the foot of the bed and trotted back over to her side. She fixed the blankets up, and crawled back into the bed. She moved the pillow which had been thrown around in the chaos, and snuggled back up to Soarin' who was slightly sweaty, but she didn't care. He moved his head over her shoulder and exhaled.

Suddenly, she felt his hoof run down her chest and stomach.

"Your turn..." He whispered, smiling.

Author's Note

I should really be working on 'F1' :rainbowlaugh: but this idea popped into my head and I just had to write it before I forgot.