Wonderbolts affair

It had been a long and tiring day of practice, and the Wonderbolts were just finishing up.

“Nice work, fillies!” said Spitfire to the team. There were of course stallions in the team as well, but the team knew “fillies” was just a derogatory term Spitfire used as part of her tough-love attitude to make them always aspire to be better. “We've had a good rehearsal today. Now hit the lockers and cool off.”

“Thank you, ma'am!” said the rest of the Wonderbolts in unison before heading off.

“Except you, Soarin,” said Spitfire in his general direction. Soarin turned around confused. “There's something I'd like to talk to you about personally. Come with me.”

“Uh, yes ma'am,” said Soarin, and proceeded to follow her.

Much to Soarin's surprise, Spitfire took him all the way to her bedroom. This must have been a really private matter! Soarin suspected this wasn't good. Spitfire closed the door behind her and locked it. Soarin knew this meant she didn't want anyone interrupting them. This only made him even more nervous.

“So,” he said nervously. “What is it you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Talk?” retorted Spitfire. “Ha! I didn't bring you here to talk!”

“But you said...” but before Soaring could finish, Spitfire pulled him towards her and kissed him on the lips. Soarin was even more confused but eventually accepted his situation and returned the kiss. Spitfire then broke the kiss and pushed him onto the bed.

“What is this?” asked Soarin, still confused.

“Shush, Soarin!” snapped Spitfire, climbing onto her bed and getting on top of Soarin. “I said I didn't brink you here to talk!”

Soarin nodded as Spitfire proceeded to kiss him again. This time, she slipped her tongue in his mouth. Soarin returned the favour and the two pegasai wrestled each other’s tongues. Spitfire then started to stroke Soarin's wings, a very sensitive part of pegasai. Soarin's wings spread open in pleasure. Once again, Soarin returned the favour to Sptifire, stroking her wings making them spread open in pleasure.

“You're quite good at this!” said Spitfire. “Are you ready to go all the way?”

“Does that mean what I think it means?” ask Soarin.

Spitfire then took his uniform off half-way down.

“You bet it does!” she said, grinning.

Soarin was excited! It had been forever since he'd gotten laid, and now here was his coach stripping him. Soarin removed Spitfire's uniform revealing her naked body in all its glory. Naturally, ponies see each other naked all the time, but it is not until intimate situations such as this that they really pay attention to each other's genitals.

“Whoa-ho-ho!” exclaimed Spitfire. “You don't hold back, do you?”

“Nope!” said Soarin.

“Good! 'Cause neither do I.”

Spitfire then proceeded to remove the rest of Soarin's uniform, letting free his cock, which was now fully errect.

“Now sit back and enjoy,” she said.

“Yes ma'am,” said Soarin, as if that was like any other order.

Spitfire then started to lick on the head of Soarin's cock. He moaned in pleasure. Then Spitfire wrapped her lips around the cock and proceeded to suck on it. She bobbed her head back and forth and Soarin held onto it to support it. She sucked on his cock faster and faster and Soarin moaned. Eventually, Soarin came in her mouth and let out a long and loud moan. Spitfire slowly took Soarin's cock out of her mouth, licked her lips, and swallowed his cum.

“Now you've got to return the favour!” she said, sitting down on the bed in front of Soarin, spreading her legs. “Eat me!”

“Yes ma'am,” said Soarin, and started to lick her pussy. Spitfire moaned in pleasure and wrapped her back legs around Soarin's head. Soarin licked her pussy up and down for a while, then swirled his tongue around her clit. Sptifire moaned even louder. Soarin sure knew how to please a gal! He then proceeded to penetrate her pussy with his tongue, making sure not to miss an inch of her pussy.

“Enough!” exclaimed Spitfire. Soarin stopped.

“It's time for the main event!”

“You don't have to tell me twice!” exclaimed Soarin.

Sptifire turned around with her back on the bed and her head on the pillow.

“Give it to me!” she demanded.

“Yes ma'am!” said Soarin as he got on top of her penetrated her pussy with his dick. Spitfire moaned and Soarin started to move his hips back and forth, thrusting his dick in and out. Spitfire held him close to her and kissed him, tongue and all. Soarin broke the kiss and moved his hips faster. Spitfire moaned in the rhythm to his movements. Eventually, Soarin was thrusting his hips so fast, he couldn't take it any more.
“I'm going to cum!” he exclaimed.

“You can cum inside me!” said Spitfire, panting. “I've been on the pill *huff* ready for this moment!”

Soarin acknowledged this, and with a few more big thrusts of his hips came inside Spitfire's pussy. Soarin then took his dick out and the two pegasai panted and cuddled, recovering from their vigorous love-making.

The two pegasai, spent the night together, and the next morning, Soarin woke up to see Spitfire already putting her uniform back on.

“Good morning, Spitfire,” he said, letting her know he was awake.

“Good morning, Soarin,” said Spitfire in return. “First, let me make one thing clear: Last night does not mean we're lovers.”
Soarin was shocked.

“What?!” he exclaimed. “Then what was that all about?”

“In my busy schedule, I don't have time for romance. But that doesn't mean I don't sill have needs.”
Soarin sighed and accepted this.

“Why didn't you tell me you weren't interested in romance and only wanted sex yesterday?” he asked.

“I wasn't sure if you'd agree to it,” Spitfire answered. “A lot of ponies aren't able to handle this type of relationship.”
“So what is this type of relationship?”

“It goes by many names. Sex-friends, fuck-buddies, but the most commonly used term for it is friends with benefits.”
Spitfire looked at Soarin sternly.

“Now,” she said. “If we're going to do this, we need to set up a few rules. Firstly, under no circumstances can this become a romantic relationship. Secondly, since this is not a romantic relationship, we have no commitment to each other and can have sex with whoever we want. Thirdly, if either one of us wants to be in a romantic relationship with somepony else, which I probably never will, our deal is over and we go back to being regular friends. You got that?”

Soarin was dissapointed that Spitfire was not the least bit interested in a romantic relationship, and in all honesty, if she'd told him she only wanted to be friends with benefits before sleeping with him, he probably wouldn't have agreed to this. But now that he had experienced a night with Spitfire, who was he to say “no” to sex on a regular basis with her?

“Yes ma'am!” he said.

“Good!” said Spitfire. “Now get dressed and let's go. We've got another big day ahead of us!”