Scurrying around the locker room you were making sure that everything was in order for after the show. Since arriving in Equestria, you had always been able to find work helping out with your hands. That or people hiring you for the sheer novelty of having a human working for them. Your Wonderbolts team uniform had had to be specially designed, you made sure that it was made to show off your curves as much as possible, even though you weren't sure if it even mattered to any of the ponies. It had taken a entire afternoon to try and explain to the tailor how to design the top so it would fit properly over your breasts. It had ended with you frazzled and trying to explain something along the lines of "crotchboobs but higher up." Your dark hair was tied back in a ponytail both for the irony that only you understood and for the utility of keeping your hair out of your face as you went about your duties in the (sometimes) steamy locker room.
As the official assistant to the Wonderbolts, one of your primary duties was to make sure each performer had their special requirements waiting for them after the show. On your clipboard you run down the familiar list: Spitfire, three towels, water bottle and hay sandwich; Fleet Foot, bucket of oats, a water bottle with exactly 3 ice cubes in it and a warm towel; Soarin', two towels, slice of pie and a water bottle. The list went on for each of the team members, everything from the standard towels to a copy of the daily newspaper could be found on it.
You finish folding the towels for Soarin' and stack them neatly in his stall. Standing up you look at his name embossed in black on the gold nameplate over the stall, the lightning bolt and laurels of the Wonderbolts stamped beside it. Noticing a small smudge you whip out your trusty shining towel and give it a quick wipe, restoring it to its pristine state. Through the walls you can hear the telltale sounds of the audience, by the level of the cheering you can tell that the show is reaching its grand finale. As the final step in preparation, you go turn on the showers and set out a tub of ice laden with pre-chilled water bottles. Wiping the condensation from your hands the double doors to the stadium floor fly open filling the room with the cheers of the crowd. Camera bulbs pop as the Wonderbolts file into the room, some waving to the audience behind them, others already halfway out of their uniforms.
You stand at attention waiting for any requests from the team. Leaning against the back wall of the room you watch the ponies go about their after-show routines. Your eyes keep coming back to Soarin' as he tries to slip out of his tight flight suit. His body still sweating from the workout of the show. His incredible muscles twitch as he fights to get free. Sensing a opportunity to help, you go over to him and use your nimble hands to help him with the zipper down the back of the suit. With your help he's finally able to step out of the uniform, shaking it off his back legs. "Thanks for the help!" he remarks sincerely. Free from his clothing, he walks over to the join his teammates in the shower.
As he walks away you admire his thick, muscular legs and his delicate but mighty wings. Taking your chance, you call out to him over the din of the dressing room, "Soarin'!" He turns and looks at you. "We need to talk once you're done, just some administrative stuff about your visit to the children's hospital next week. It won't take long I promise."
"No problem!" he shouts back over his shoulder. He disappears into the steam of the shower room. Ever since you had been hired by the Wonderbolts you had had your eye on Soarin'. When you first arrived in Equestria you had never thought of any of the ponies in a sexual way, but after months of not being around other humans you had noticed your mind starting to fill the void with what was available. The stallions did have all the parts that mattered on a human, how different would it really be? That was the question you had found yourself asking more and more frequently at night. Soarin' was the model stallion, athletic, passionate and just a good person in general, always volunteering to show up for the Wonderbolts' charity events. It's little wonder he's one of the crowd favourites.
Right now your mind was very busy void-filling. You imagined him in the shower, the water running off his coat as he rubbed soap all over his toned body. You could almost feel your heart beating faster just thinking of him. Leaning back against the wall, you watch as the other ponies exit the shower one-by-one, pack up and head home. You're not surprised, and even a bit relieved when Soarin' is still in the shower even after all the others had left for the evening. Being alone means you can keep all your options open.
After a few minutes alone you finally hear the water hit the floor of the shower unblocked. A few seconds later Soarin' appears out of the thick steam, water dripping off his baby blue coat. Helping out, you pick up a towel and walk over to meet him. Handing him the towel he thanks you again. You walk with him back to his stall grabbing another towel. As he walks, you start drying off his back. He again thanks you for the help. As he stands in front of his stall you finish wiping down his back. He seems busy enough with his pie so you go ahead and start to wipe down his back legs. Sneeking a peak between his legs, you poorly stifle a giggle seeing his flaccid cock hanging down. He notices and looks at you blushing with pie crumbs around his mouth, "It's the warm water, I swear." You laugh louder and keep drying off his legs.
You are however curious, "You know, I would take it as a compliment. There's no need to be ashamed of something natural." He stays quiet. "How long has it been anyways? I know your schedule, every night you've either got a show or are at some charity dinner."
He quietly responds, "A while."
You continue down the path, hopeful that you know the destination, "And if I may be honest, as someone with your, err, stature, there's no way that can be comfortable in your flight suit. I know just how tight those things are."
Soarin' sat down in his stall clenching his legs together trying to hide himself. "It does get in the way sometimes. It completely throws off my aerodynamics and balance. I'd schedule in some personal time to deal with it but the charities are booking me months in advance now."
"I could help you know, it's kinda my job," you blush as you tell him.
He looks up surprised at you. "Don't you think that'd be just a little weird?"
"Not really. You know us humans have the same urges ponies do, we even have pretty much the same bits to make it happen."
"I still don't know. It just seems odd."
"You shouldn't knock something until you try it," you say letting your hair down from your ponytail. Shaking it out, you see that he's watching you intently. You carefully start to undo the buttons on your shirt. His eyes seem transfixed on your chest. With all the buttons undone you let the blue Wonderbolts shirt slip off your shoulders sensually. Standing in front of Soarin' topless you can see him shift. You get down on your knees so you're face to face with him. "Go ahead and touch them," you say grabbing his hoof and placing it against your breast.
His hoof is softer than you imagined it would be, yet you can still feel the firmness of the athletic muscles that lie underneath. Guiding him, you trace his hoof around and under your breast, making sure to show him just how soft a women's touch can be. Taking a covert look down you see that his legs have opened just enough so that his cock is visible. From the brief glimpse you can also tell that he's getting harder. As you trace his hoof over your nipple, you feel the sensation run up your spine. "You like this don't you?" you ask him. He doesn't say anything, he only nods. You gently place his hoof back on the bench and lean in close. Faces only inches apart you ask him, "Would you like some more?"
"Y-yes," he responds, overwhelmed by his desires.
You take a step back and undo the top button of your jeans. You slip them off and toss them aside leaving you only in your panties. Returning to your knees in front of him, you carefully spread his legs, making sure to brush the tender fur of his inner thighs. Even with the light touch you can feel the mass of muscles in his back legs. You carefully inspect his cock, now half hard. You ever so gently give it a little rub, feeling it twitch to your touch. Holding it steady with one hand you move in and give it a light kiss. You kiss it again higher up his shaft. Moving up the quickly hardening shaft you eventually reach the head of his penis. You give it a tiny lick like a cat drinking mild from a bowl.
By this point Soarin' is rock hard. Even gently holding his dick in place you can feel his heartbeat pounding quickly. You take a step back, you see a look of terror in his eyes, he asks frantically, "What, you're just going to leave me li-"
"Sh-sh-sh" you coo to him. Standing, you slip off your panties, leaving yourself completely naked. You lie down on your back, legs invitingly bent open to him. You prop yourself up on your elbows and look at him, "Come on now, take me," you say almost begging.
He shakes his head trying to clear his thoughts, "Sorry, I've just never seen one of your type like this. I didn't even know you had one." He stands up and walks over to where you're lying, you can see his erect member hanging between his legs forcing him almost to wobble as he moves. He carefully steps over you and lets himself down bringing his chest on top of yours. You can feels his fur rubbing against your soft stomach. His chest presses down softly on yours as he breaths heavily matching his heartbeat. "What feels good to your type anyways?"
Tired of waiting you snap back at him with a just a touch of ice in your voice, "Just treat me like you'd treat any mare."
"I can do that. But it has been a while, so please forgive me if I'm a little rusty. Are you ready?" he asks. Nodding frantically you close your eyes and bite your lip, waiting for him. The first thing you feel is him shift his weight to his back hooves as he lines himself up. Second, you feel heat of his cock radiating against your pussy. Finally you feel the tip of his cock press against your lips. Relaxing, you try to make it as easy for him as possible. You can feel as his head slowly parts the lips of your pussy and enters into you. He enters a little more, soon he has about an inch of himself inside of you. He then pulls out, making sure that he's not moving too quickly. He pushes in again and again, each time a little farther, each time a little deeper.
Eventually, most of his shaft is disappearing with each thrust. Based on his speed you can tell his body is greedily taking in the pleasure that it had so long been deprived of. As he gets more and more into the fucking, he slowly places more weight on your chest. His fur feels smooth as silk rubbing back and forth over your belly. Eyes still closed, you just sit back and enjoy the feeling of being filled by his cock. Despite his seemingly eternal dryspell, he still knows just what it takes to pleasure a women. He takes special care to not leave your clit unattended, making sure to adjust his angle ever so slightly so that his shaft teases it with every thrust.
Eyes closed, you weren't expecting it when another sensation rockets up your spine. You open your eyes to see him licking your nipples his front legs planted at your sides. Overcome you let your head fall back to the tilled floor. He keeps on fucking you, while straining his neck to reach your chest. You can feel as he closes his lips around your right nipple and gives it a gentle suck. The pleasure pushes you towards the edge, his work both above and below the belt, is too much. You can feel that you're about to climax. Desperate to feel him even closer you wrap your arms around him and pull him tight against your chest. You lean up and kiss him deeply as you orgasm, you can still taste the apple pie in his mouth.
You keep kissing him for the duration of your orgasm. But the time it's over, he reels back and takes a deep breath, sucking in the desperately needed oxygen. After catching his breath he manages to get back to fucking you. Knowing that he is still in need of release you try your hardest to flex and make it a little tighter for him. It seems to work as his thrusts become slower and more forceful, all the strength in his athletic body being used to work his hips back and forth. Over the rhythmic slapping of his thighs against your ass you're finally able to hear him murmur through clenched teeth, "I'm cumming."
Making him feel comfortable you tell him, "Cum wherever you like, I don't care." With one final thrust he pushes his entire shaft into you and then pulls it out smoothly. He quickly positions himself so that his cock is pointed at your face. Understanding what he wants, you open your mouth ready for him. Seconds later, thick white threads fall across your chest and in your mouth. Your initial revulsion is soothed when you taste it. It's sweet, almost like candy, you open your mouth desperate for more. Soarin's cock obliges, filling your mouth with loads of his hot seed. Some of it is misdirected and coats your chest and your face in whiteness. You can tell he's finally done when you no longer feel new warmthness landing on you.
Opening your eyes, you see him panting over you, his dick lying on your stomach leaking cum that's pooling in your bellybutton. After a few minutes of silence he's finally able to pant out, "Thank you so much."
"Anytime," you wipe your mouth with your arm. "Now why don't we hit the showers," you tell him with a wink.
