Fire In Her Body
By Game-BeatX14
It was an unusually cold evening at the Wonderbolts training facility and stunt course. The sun lowered in the sky, casting its last sheds of paltry light over the horizon and making way for the frigid and windy night ahead. Even through the chill of the late evening air, Spitfire and Soarin were still out flying, training and pushing their bodies to the limit. However, it wouldn’t be long until the weather proved to be too much. Soarin was flying slowly, struggling much more than usual.
“Spitfire? I think it’s time to head in. This wind chill is getting pretty bad… I’m not sure how much more of this I can t-take.” He shivered. Unfortunately, she seemed to ignore his plea.
“Not yet; keep going. We haven’t finished the double lap time trials yet. This is a big aerial show coming up and we need to be physically prepared.” She instructed, much to Soarin’s chagrin. The exhausted stallion reluctantly continued, though not without great discomfort. As he continued flying, he started to notice how Spitfire wasn’t shivering at all. He wondered how she could be so immune to the temperature.
“Aren’t you cold too?” He asked.
Spitfire paused as though she was hesitant to answer, making Soarin raise an eyebrow at her.
“Nah. I’m fine.” She replied curtly.
Soarin was starting to get frustrated with her.
“B-but it’s below z-zero!” He wheezed. A puff of breath was fully visible in the air.
Spitfire slowed down and landed calmly on the ground, and Soarin followed suit. She realized that even a hardened stallion like him needed to escape the biting cold night air, or risk falling victim to hypothermia. Not everypony possessed her special attribute…
“Alright, let’s head in. Sorry for pushing you so hard.”
Soarin followed her quickly down the sidewalk until they reached the door to the training complex. As they stepped into the lobby of building, there was a moment of disappointment. It wasn’t much warmer inside like he had expected, since the heater was still under repair. Soarin’s teeth chattered, and he felt like his wings were about to fall off from being frozen. Had he been left to his own devices, he would gone home hours ago back to his cozy and warm bed, but Captain Spitfire wouldn’t let him. She was very strict, and ignoring her orders was never the smartest idea, as he had learned many times before.
“S-s-s-so c-c-c-cold…” He breathed sharply, his face pale and his legs stiff as concrete.
“Heh, I thought stallions were supposed to be tough. Come on man, step up your game.” She nudged him lightly in a joking manner.
Soarin kept shivering, feeling too exhausted to retort. He walked down the hall and headed towards the private lounge adjacent to the locker room, sitting down on a small couch. Spitfire followed him, and decided it was time to try helping him out a bit.
“I can help warm you up, if you want…” Spitfire murmured, as she sat down next to him.
Soarin seemed a little hesitant to accept her offer, but ultimately, he didn’t have any options left at the moment. He quickly obliged.
“Uh, sure. I wouldn’t mind a little body heat right now.”
Spitfire cracked a smile, and the freezer burnt stallion allowed her to cuddle up close to him. He immediately started to feel warmer, but it wasn’t just ordinary body warmth like he expected. She was hot. It felt unnatural, and his brain began to fill with questions.
“How are you s-still so w-warm? That’s impossible; you were out t-there with me the entire time…”
Spitfire smirked. It was rare for another pony to catch on to her special characteristic. She eagerly prepared her answer in her head, as she seldom admitted the full extent of her secret to anypony.
“Soarin, you do know they call me Spitfire for a reason, right?”
The confused stallion gave her a weird look, as though he didn’t understand at all but was curious to know. She decided to continue.
“What if I told you that my internal body temperature was extremely controllable, and can rise up slightly higher than a normal pony?”
She pushed her calescent hooves against his shoulder gently.
“And by slightly higher, I really mean its enough to burn you if I wanted to…” She winked, and her mane seemed to glow with a pulse of orange light.
Soarin gulped. Her sultry emphasis combined with the phosphorescent glow of her mane made him uncomfortable. He could feel the air around her increasing in temperature.
“I thought only unicorns could do things like that... You’re just a normal pegasi.” He stated.
Spitfire laughed at his complete obliviousness.
“Oh boy, you’re in for quite a surprise. That is, if you don’t mind a little physical demonstration.”
She pushed closer to him and rubber up against his chest, transferring a surge of heat to his body. Soarin fidgeted nervously at first, but Spitfire gave him a trusting gaze. He tried to relax and simply nodded his head in agreement.
“Sure, go ahead. Call me curious.”
“Alright. Just stay still, I won’t do anything weird.”
Spitfire leaned towards him and gently licked his neck, pressing her lips against him and breathing out slowly. Soarin clenched his teeth as he felt an incredibly fiery sensation at the point of contact. It made him quiver slightly.
“Woah…”
Spitfire lifted her head.
“You still feel so cold, and its been a while since I’ve had any relief. I’m sure you could use some too. Now seems like the perfect time for a little fun, don’t you think?”
Soarin’s ears flattened against his head, and he scrambled backwards aversely.
“Ok, this just went from zero to a hundred real quick. I thought you said you weren’t going to do anything weird?”
Spitfire chuckled.
“I can go from zero to two hundred faster than you can blink… Don’t you try to slip away from me right now, Soarin.”
The fervent mare grabbed him under his arms and lifted his body into the air, casually flying him across the room and throwing him into a much roomier lounge chair. Soarin looked at her with a mixture of fear and arousal. She was all around a very tough and coercive mare, and trying to resist her would not be a smart move.
Feeling increasingly horny by the second, Spitfire couldn’t let an opportunity to do this pass her by. It wasn’t very often that she got to blow a stallion’s mind with her special trait, let alone a stallion like Soarin who probably had no concept of what was in store for him. She put her hooves on the bottom of the chair, gazing straight at him as she began to speak with impassioned, fiery eyes.
“Remember that time when we got first place at the annual lunar stunt show, and how the whole team got drunk and celebrated. And then we talked, and you opened up to me about your little fantasies?”
Soarin’s pupils shrank.
“Boy, you’ve been eyeing me up for so long. If I wasn’t your boss and you weren’t so intimidated, you’d have come to me begging to be ridden like a fairground ride years ago.”
He laughed weakly and somewhat hysterically.
“Oh yeah, heh… I really need to keep my mouth shut sometimes.” He grumbled.
Spitfire lowered her head and licked his belly, then began to drag her tongue up his chest, leaving a long wet streak of warm saliva. Soarin shivered. Every breath from her mouth was like a puff of steam blowing over his body. Knowing this was just the tip of the iceberg was incredibly arousing. It wasn’t long before things started to get serious. Spitfire exhaled sharply and blew out a sizable flame onto his chest, toasting the large knots of curly chest fluff until they were blackened.
“Agh!” Soarin yelped, caught entirely off guard from her scorching exhalations. He could see the slightest bit of smoke rising up.
“Don’t worry; it’s just a minor singe. You’ll be fine.”
She nibbled the back of his ear and blew another small flame, charring the well-groomed tufts of fur. Soarin moaned involuntarily; it actually felt rather nice on his cold ears. When she was done with his ear, she dragged her tongue across his shoulder and back down to his belly, lightly searing the skin all the way down to his navel. Soarin panted, his legs quavering as he tried to keep it together. Adding insult to injury, Spitfire enthusiastically licked a heart shape around his belly button, casually branding him with a tattoo of her love.
“Spitfire, I swear if this leaves a scar…”
“Oh, hush. If you’re that worried about a little heart tattoo, then maybe you should close your eyes before I get any lower.”
Spitfire continued south, quickly lashing her tongue around his semi-erect cock. Soarin didn’t have any time to react, as she swallowed his shaft whole and enveloped him in her sizzling wet mouth without falter.
“Aghhh… eeeeennnggg…” Soarin whined, unable to comprehend the blazing feelings going through his dick. The temperature in her mouth was just shy of being uncomfortable, proving that her control was very refined. Her torrid saliva coated his member smoothly. He felt ready to burst within a minute of her tongue wrapping and slurping, but she lifted her head and stopped before he could orgasm, leaving him with his cock at full erection, dripping precum.
“Ready for something a bit more intense?”
Spitfire glared at him with a sultry expression, evoking fear in the normally rigid stallion. Although her mouth had felt great, Soarin questioned how safe it would be to have his dick inside the literal oven that was her vagina. She pushed her hooves into his lower body, and he could feel her heating up even more in passionate excitement. She pounced and straddled him, lining up her fiery love tunnel with his now throbbing shaft.
“Just lay back and relax; everything will be ok.” She whispered into his burned ear.
Soarin gulped in nervousness. As he slid inside her nether chamber, the biting coldness lingering in his body from earlier seemed to evaporate in an instant, as the heated, enthusiastic mare took the reigns. Spitfire leaned forward, pushing her lips against his and breathing into his mouth. Her internal temperature seemed to fluctuate with her thrusting, heating up and cooling down with incredible precision that drove him mad with pleasure. Her control over her temperature was lovingly nuanced, hot enough to make him shiver but just shy of causing any dangerous burns to his cock or mouth. Her mane seemed to glow, and there was a hazy heat distortion emanating from every inch of her body, obscuring the room behind her. His throat burned from her stifling exhalations pushing into his airways.
Soarin began to sweat, badly. The fur on his legs stood up straight, and he shuddered in pleasure. Nothing else could ever compare to what Spitfire was putting him through right now. Her body consumed him, and for a few moments it was all he could think about. In a burst of excitement, he blew his load, coating her insides with his virile seed. Spitfire’s inner walls clenched tightly, and she returned the favor as a wave of fiercely hot cum splashed over his groin. Soarin panted like mad, teetering on the edge of being able to handle it. His closed his eyes and thrusted his hips several times, trying to extenuate the pleasure as much as possible. Eventually, their orgasms fizzled out, bringing an end to their romp. Feeling relieved, Spitfire got up and slid off of his dick, giving the spent stallion time to breathe.
“Way to go, you handled that a lot better than I expected. Most stallions are scared I’ll burn their dick off, but you took it like a champ.”
Soarin was hyperventilating, looking at the large burn marks all over his body with concern.
“I think I need to go to the hospital…” He gasped, throwing his head back in exhaustion.
Spitfire shrugged casually.
“Meh, it’s nothing a few ice packs won’t fix.”
He rolled his eyes in annoyance.
“You just have no empathy, do you?”
Spitfire looked taken aback.
“Hey, at least you aren’t cold anymore. Now that I think about it, you never even said thank you…” She pouted.
Soarin looked up and gave her a deadpan stare.
“Thank you, for narrowly avoiding melting us together.”
Spitfire smiled.
“Close enough.”
Author's Note
Vaguely inspired by this silly old comic that I drew.
