Not an Academy Record

by Holocron

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Spitfire, Anthro, Anon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Alternate Universe, Porn
Length: 1004

Captain Spitfire calls you into her office to talk about your performance.

Since you have been failing every and all chances to leave the Wonderbolt Cadets and make it as an official member. Despite your requests and begging for more chances, Captain Spitfire has had enough. You’ve been called into her office to talk about your latest performance, and your chances do not look good.

This is part of my 1K Challenge.

Published 2018-05-22 15:40:06 UTC
Last updated 2018-05-22 15:40:06 UTC

Showing your worth

Walking towards what you consider your doom, you are filled with a sense of fear and dread. It wasn't a surprise to you. You were the worst cadet in the Wonderbolts. It was a shock you could even walk on clouds, let alone even move them. It was also obvious Captain Spitfire let you keep trying because she felt sorry for you. But that kindness had run out. You weren't even surprised when you found that note resting in your locker. Spitefire had called you to her office after practice to discuss your future in the Wonderbolts. Not that it mattered anymore, you knew what she was going to tell you. She was going to kick you out of the cadets. You couldn't blame her.

Knocking at the door, you could feel the overwhelming pressure the Captain of the Wonderbolts gave off; even behind a closed door. After a second, you opened the door and peaked inside. The room was large and waiting at her desk was Spitfire. The very second her head lifted, her eyes could burn a hole through your scared head. Raising a hand, she gestured you to enter the room. Knowing you had no choice, you walk in the room and carefully close the door behind you. Walking to the nearby chair, you sit and look to the Captain. She wasn't even looking at you, she had numerous piles of paperwork to do to even bother to look at you.

"Do you know why you're here in my office?" Spitfire finally spoke up, her voice nearly causing you to jump out of your chair.

"I-I-I...because I'm such a failure." You respond, looking at her but her strong and determined eyes only made you more terrified.

"Exactly." Spitfire replied, stopping her paperwork to look you in the eyes. "Normally, I believe every pegasus that comes to this academy has the potential to at least make it through the cadet program. I am greatly disappointed to say that you have broken this academy's record. You are by far the worst flyer to ever come her, the worst I have ever seen, and the worst that I ever thought was possible."

You wanted to say something, but what could you say? Spitfire was completely right about you. You were the worst flyer, the worst at everything you've done since entering the cadet program. You couldn't blame her for her words. Everything she said was true. Sitting in the chair, you could feel yourself sink deeper. Spitfire could tell how hard you were taking her words, and it was visible she didn't want to be so harsh, but it was her job to separate those who could and those who couldn't.

"Look, I'm sorry it has to be this way." Spitfire sighed, looking to you with such a heavy amount of pity in her eyes. "I know how much you wanted to be a Wonderbolt, but not everypony can make it." After a few seconds, the Captain's eyes lit up with an idea. "Tell you what, since you still showed such hard work, I should at least give you something for your efforts. We do give effort some credit." You said nothing, only looked at her with pathetic and sad eyes. "So long as it is not to stay and it is in my power, I will give you anything you'd like."

"Anything?" You ask, your voice sounded a little lighter, but still heavy with sorrow.

"Yes." Spitfire nodded, looking you in the eyes. "So long as it is not to be a Wonderbolt and within my ability to grant. So, what would you like?"

"Well..." You replied. Feeling there was no point in trying to be a Wonderbolt, and knowing you'd never got to be in Spitfire's office or presence again. Working up the last of whatever sliver of courage you had, you decided on what you'd request from the mare. "...I...I...I...I want to titfuck you..."

Spitfire stared at you, her blank and confused expression made you want to cry and run as far as your wings could carry you. But you had said what you wanted to say. There was no going back. The mare's silence lasted what felt like an eternity, and every breath you took was just a reminder of your ridiculous request. She was obviously going to throw you out. No! She was going to throw you off the cliff and watch you fall and scream. Getting up from her seat, Spitfire walked around the desk towards you. This was it, she was going to beat you within an inch of your life over such a stupid request.

"Fine." Spitfire replied, placing her fingers along the buttons of her captain'c uniform. Your brain went dead as you watched the mare unbutton her shirt, revealing her massive chest. You knew Spitfire was more endowed than most mares, but those bounds must’ve been a M cup or something; swaying hypnotically in front of you. “Well, aren’t we going to start?”

Wasting no time, you quickly undo and drop your pants, revealing your sizable erection. Spitfire looked at your dick for a moment before grabbing at her chest, pushing her hands against her. Slowly, she lowered herself, letting her massive boobs rest against your cock, letting it slide between their soft embrace. You shivered at how good and gentle Spitfire’s tits felt against your cock. Staring at you with the same determination she showed out in training, she began to slide her breasts up and down. Slow at first, Spitfire quickly picked up her speed and got into a more passionate and rhythmic titfuck. She was such a nature, you couldn’t help but wonder if she had done this before. Trembling, you felt your orgasm approached, hot cum gushed out of you, covering Spitfire’s large breasts.

“There we go.” Spitfire commented, licking some of the cum on her tits. “I trust you are satisfied.” And you were, you could leave the academy with at least one happy memory.