Bedtime: Your Lead Wonderbolt Flyer

by StatiZkyZ

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Romance, Self Insert, Sex, Fleetfoot
Length: 4294

Don't you just love your sporty, sassy, and confident Wonderbolt marefriend?

You and Fleetfoot have been together for a long time, but you have never take it to the next level because you're not confident enough to lead. Luckily, the Wonderbolts knows something about being a leader...

This is a mature fic, in case you missed the tag. Contains you being a shy pegasus, teasing from your physically superior marefriend, an undressed Wonderbolt, a shower scene with a lusty mare, a power bottom mare (Meaning slight femdom), and pure, straight vaginal sex.

Fleetfoot had grabbed my attention way before we know her in detail, and I feel she deserves more attention.

Again, Not the best at writing clopfics, but here you go. :rainbowkiss:

Part of the Bedtime series, check out the other parts:
-) Somnambula

-) Tree Hugger

Cover art source: https://www.deviantart.com/stainless33/art/Fleetfoot-467547944

Published 2018-09-18 09:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-09-18 09:20:01 UTC

Plumbum Credidistis Illi

Dear Celestia, you wish you're on a bed right now.

Your wings ached so badly that you are forced to travel the few remaining meters galloping on hooves. It's normally fine for you, but the flight had left you exhausted, making the remaining distance you have to travel feel tedious. Your coat is soaking wet from your sweat, your breath comes out quick and a bit uncontrolled, and your heart is beating fast.

Your marefriend doesn't make anything better.

She's not that far ahead of you, flying very low to the ground with the most smug expression on her face. She had traveled the same distance as you, but she didn't break a sweat. It's not weird since she's one of the top flyers of the Wonderbolts, who can do sixty wing ups without getting tired. Clad in her sporting suit, she taps her flank with her hoof.

"Come on, slowpoke! Don't you want to get to me?" She taunted. At this point you are accustomed to this side of her. Your marefriend, Fleetfoot, is one heck of a joker, and really knows how to hit your buttons. This race back to her home is her idea, knowing too well that you're no match for her. Yet, you fall for her taunts again and again. But she knows both of your limits, and never took it too far.

With a teasing wink, Fleetfoot zooms forward with great speed, leaving you behind just as your destination came to view. The Wonderbolt screeches into a halt between the two white pillars that flanks her front door, landing on four hooves. It takes you around ten seconds longer to reach it, which at that time, you're already out of breath. When you're trying to recover, you feel the tip of your marefriend's wing lifting your chin to face her. Like the smug mare you know, Fleetfoot wiggles her tongue at you.

"So how does my dust taste?" You lightly slaps her wing away, telling her to just get inside. You seriously need something to refresh yourself. Getting your point, Fleetfoot reaches for her cloth's pocket and grabs her house key.

"Alright, alright, I get it. No more messing around." She giggles and unlocks the door, turning her 'ego' down. "I got some drinks that will cool you down."

Fleetfoot is a Wonderbolt, and her house is what ponies would expect a Wonderbolt would have. Although most houses in Cloudsdale are from clouds, some high class ponies build their houses with bricks, usually because they can be customized more then clouds, such as painting it. What most ponies will not expect, is the fact that Fleetfoot painted her living room a shiny white. Despite her being a mischievous, sassy, and very active pony, your marefriend knows how to be classy.

A small space near the door houses a coffee table surrounded by simple couches, separated from the rest of the room by a two sided glass shelf containing several bottles of various drinks. On the other side is the proper living room. Several very comfy looking sofa is positioned in a three sided square, a fluffy cloud carpet is at the center. At the wall stands a simple wooden shelf, containing books, magazines, and some board games. There's even a mini fridge next to it.

Walking around to the main living room, you sat on one of the sofa, still breathing loudly. Fleetfoot grabs a can of soft drink from the mini fridge and tosses one to you, which thankfully, you can catch. Once you open the can with your teeth, your throat are soon blessed by the cool drink that your body appreciates so much. The fact that Fleetfoot gave you a drink with your favorite flavor, it really gives you a refreshing feeling.

While you rest to control your breath and to finish the drink, Fleetfoot grabs herself a can as well. You ask her what she's planning to do now, as she's the one who invited you here after she got her time off from the academy.

"Huh, I guess I'll do some wing ups while I wait." The pegasus shrugged, and starts doing so. You facehooves, but can't stop your laugh. Dear Celestia, she really like to show off, doesn't she? For as long as you know her, Fleetfoot is really prideful of her physical prowess and her skills as a Wonderbolt, and unlike you, have something to back her words. It's one of the reasons she's always teasing you, but you've learned to live with it.

Seeing you laugh, Fleetfoot giggles herself. "What? You know why I like doing this." She turns her to the right slightly, pointing at you with her left wing while her right is still propping her. "And I have a feeling you like it too."

From the deepest part of your brain, you admit she's right. It sounds very weird and embarrassing, but you're into mares that are physically fit and are not afraid to show it. Maybe it's because you're compensating for yourself. You're not the most confident or fit pegasus (Although far from being at the bottom) after all. With this on your mind, your cheek glows a shade of red, still thinking that you have a weird taste.

"Aw, come on, don't get all shy like that." Your marefriend got up from the floor and got closer to you, showing a sweet smile. "Everypony is different, inside and outside. If you live by that, why do you need to be shy about yourself? It's just you staying as yourself."

Yes, Fleetfoot is still Fleetfoot here. If you get to really know her, she's a very sweet and caring mare, almost a one eighty from who she usually is. You can tell despite her teasing, she truly loves you, and you love her back even more, probably one of the few things you can beat her in. You're so lucky meeting her and becoming her special somepony.

"Of course you are a lucky pony, we all are, in a way." Just before she turns around, you caught a glimpse of a sly smile at Fleetfoot's face. Suddenly, her white tail slides under your chin, making your blush return with a vengeance. "Especially since you got to date a very sexy Wonderbolt."

If there's one thing that Fleetfoot had been teasing you about lately, is this signs she's showing you. You have been together for around five years, a fairly long time for a relation. Yet, you have never went into 'that' zone. To be honest, this is one of the few things you haven't fell to her tease yet, but you're not sure how far she's going to do it. To take your mind off it, you grab your can again and drink it's contents to the last drop quickly.

"Ah, good, you finally finished it." Fleetfoot said as she also finishes her drink. "I thought you want to shower, and I was waiting for you."

A shower, huh? That's not a bad idea. You've used Fleetfoot's shower several times, so you're quite accustomed to it. It's accessible from her bedroom upstairs. With a nod, the Wonderbolt motions you to follow her upstairs, and you do just that. But as you follows her from behind, you swear you see her tail twitch a few times...

Before you meet your marefriend, you always think, how big of a bed you'll need if you live alone in your own house? What's considered for you to me completely illogical, Fleetfoot's bed can fit three ponies side by side. It's one of the few things made with clouds in her house, very comfy and spacious. Next to it is her wardrobe, which is just beside the door to her bathroom. The room's owner opened the door to the bathroom and moves aside, silently telling you to enter.

Fleetfoot's bathroom is more simple, but still quite spacious. A sink is on the right wall, and across it is the toilet. Just across the door, though, is the shower booth. The size is quite something, reaching probably two meters in length. It definitely can fit more then one pony...

click

Wait, is that the sound of the door getting locked?

"Why are you surprised? You do lock the bathroom if you're using it."

She's not wrong... but Fleetfoot is IN the bathroom with you, showing an evil looking smirk as she walk towards you. While still walking, she unzips her clothing and starts to undress. Having no idea what's going on, or what you're into, you back off until you enter the shower booth which conveniently had it's door already open. When you hit the wall, Fleetfoot enters the booth as well, closing the door behind her while her wings are still busy taking off the lower part of her outfit.

"There's one more thing you shouldn't be shy of..." The blue pegasus lifts your chest with her hooves, forcing you to stand on your back legs. She pins you against the wall, and ever so slightly touches your body with hers. "...Taking our relationship to the... next level, if you know what I mean."

You're no stranger to anything sexual related, really, but never before your marefriend had been this frontal on the topic. Usually, she simply flaunts herself a bit, and you know how pretty she is, but you kept telling yourself not to do such things now. You're just waiting for that perfect moment that might come one day. Unfortunately, it seems your marefriend doesn't have as much patience as you on the matter.

Trying to get things going, you barely able to turn the shower knobs with your hooves, letting water spray both you and your marefriend's body. Once again, you tell her not here, and not now. At least not before you clean all the sweat clinging on your coat. Hearing your answer, Fleetfoot pouted. Oh no, did you just hurt her?

"Am I... not good enough for you...?" The mare gives you a pair of puppy eyes. Okay, you actually feel bad, even though you're sure Fleetfoot is just exaggerating. Maybe it's better to tell her how you really feel...

You're not ready.

"What...?" Fleetfoot cocks her head to the side. "You're... not ready?"

You explain to your marefriend that for you, an intimate relationship is a big deal for a stallion like you. As far as you know, you're the one who have to lead and commit, making sure your partner gets the love she deserves. You're just not sure you can do that. Yes, you love your marefriend so much, but can you translate your feeling into action correctly? Also, what if she gets hurt? What if she isn't satisfied with you? What if... it'll only damage your relation?

A tip of a hoof touches your lips gently, silencing you. You see Fleetfoot's adorable face smiling kindly, while her other hoof rubs your chest, as if she's trying to calm you down. The water seems to make her touch feel warm and comforting. "Is that what you're worried about?". As embarrassing as it is, you nodded slowly. Your marefriend sighs and lets you go from the wall. Then, she hold your wings to the side, and started to brush it, to your surprise.

"You know, you don't have to put that much stress on yourself. I can be the leader too." She giggles. "But don't tell Spitfire that." A mare leading a relationship? That's unheard of for you. That's just not how you're taught in life. You still insist that that Fleetfoot will be the one who takes it easy, as you don't want her to carry any more burden with her already being a Wonderbolt. As a gesture to reflect this, you gently guides your marefriend forward, and proceeds you rub her back.

"Oooh~ That feels kinda nice." You even put some soap and shampoo on her mane, and your marefriend purrs in approval. Suddenly, you feel her wing brushing against your back, trying to mirror your movement and to return the favor. This moment feels so special for you, where both of you are showing your love through action, something you don't expect capable to be achieved by simply showering together. Soon, once your mare is clean, it's her turn to soak you with the cleaning liquids.

After both of you are squeaky clean, you turn the water off and stepped out the booth to get the towels, careful to leave as little puddle on the floor. While you're content with simply drying your mane with the towel, you know Fleetfoot still have to style her mane first, a trait that almost all mares possess.

"You can wait in my bedroom, I'll join you after a minute." She said, and you comply without saying anything. Although, strangely, she locks the bathroom door again after you left, but you thought nothing of it.

Once you land your head on the cloud bed, you feel so refreshed and relaxed. That shower you did washed away all your fatigue, and you feel it brought you and Fleetfoot closer together. You have never done something that intimate with a mare before, and you're quite satisfied by that. And yet, you know that your marefriend wants to take it to another level, and you know full well what that means. Even after the shower session, you're still kind of nervous. You're just afraid of doing something wrong. Your train of thoughts are abruptly halted when you hear the bathroom door got unlocked. You sat up to greet your marefriend, but when you see her, your entire body freezes.

There's nothing different about the mare, not even that smirk she's showing you. The thing that caught your attention is what she has on her stretched wing. Honest to Celestia, she have a collar with a leash tugged by her hoof. She walks around the bed, keeping an eye at you at all times.

"So, I thought, if you're not sure about being the lead..." Fleetfoot crawls on the bed to get closer to you. "Let me guide you first."

Gulping, you start to process what she said to you in your head. It's true that Fleetfoot once told you she went out with a few stallions before, so there's no doubting her experience. But you have to ask, what is that leash for?

"Oh, this thing?" She let the collar dangle on her hoof as she shows it to you. "I thought it'll make things more fun for both of us. You don't mind, do you?" Do you mind? To be honest, as long as it's your marefriend, you're fine with it. What is she going to do, tie your hoof into a ceiling fan? Well, she thought about it before, but thankfully, she never did it. Hearing your answer, Fleetfoot smiled, gets on top of you as you lay down, and carefully fits the collar around your neck, being even more careful when she tightens it to fit.

"You know, it's okay to be nervous on your first time. Even I experienced it." Fleetfoot giggles into her hooves. "But funnily enough, a quote from the Wonderbolts seem to suit your situation." Curious, you want to know what quote she's talking about. You've heard that the Wonderbolts got plenty of quotes in Latin. They take it quite seriously, and lives by those words.

"Princeps vester credo. Trust your leader." Fleetfoot whispers in your ear. "And for now, I'll lead. The question is, do you trust me to lead?" Well, of course you do. Even though she's not the captain of the Wonderbolts, Fleetfoot should know a thing or two about it. At least, she definitely have more leadership then you. When you've finished talking, the pegasus tugs on the leash slightly.

"It's not too tight, is it?" Fleetfoot continues to pull the leash with varying force. Although it makes your head go up and down sometimes from your laying down position, you don't feel it's painful or choking you that much. Funny, it feels like Fleetfoot had done something like this before, considering how she put the collar on you. Your mind started to produce images associated with mares and a leash... Oh boy, you gotta quit reading those magazines soon.

"Right..." Your marefriend's hoof, sensually strokes your chest dreamily and slowly, feeling your accelerating heartbeat. "First things first." Her other hoof tugs on the leash, slowly forcing you to raise your head, and plants your lips with hers. Kissing isn't something foreign to both of you, but the kiss you're talking about are simple pecks, no more then one second of contact. This one is much more sensual and longer, even her tongue is getting into the action. You cannot resist to not kiss back. Your own tongue explores every inch of her mouth, and she does the same.

Soon, Fleetfoot delves in deeper, letting go of the leash and wraps her hooves around your head instead. It caught you by surprise at first, especially when her tongue tickles the very tip of your throat. She's starting to overwhelm you with her lips and tongue, but at least you still try to kiss back, and her moans means she's enjoying this as much as you do. After more then a minute has passed, Fleetfoot thrusts her tongue as deep as she can before pulling away, panting.

"Haaahhh... Feeling good yet? Cause I sure am..." Good is an understatement, that kiss makes you feel amazing. You wish it doesn't have to end, but you know things are only going to get even better. The pegasus on top of you skitters down, playfully running her muzzle from your cheeks, neck, chest, and belly slowly. The sensation causes you to wiggle your body, it tickles a bit... Fleetfoot lifts her nose as she keeps moving lower. With sparkling eyes, she puts both of her hooves between your legs, making you blush madly.

"Let's see who's in here..." In a sing song voice, the pegasus spreads your legs apart, and stares between them in awe. "Wow... that's quite decent." She smiles, barely visible with your stallionhood in the way. It's already slightly erect, courtesy to the kissing session. You're quite flattered on her complimenting your size, though. As thanks, you wiggle your hips a bit, making your marefriend's mouth water.

"Mmmhh... This will be fun." You feel a touch on both of your balls, making you inhale deeply. Then, you feel your leash is tugged again, forcing you to lift your neck. You have to sit upright and watch as Fleetfoot make circles with her hoof at the base of your shaft. Slowly, your shaft grows as you gains pleasure. Her touch is really soft, yet arousing. She watches in great interest as she starts to stroke your shaft with her hoof when it's erect enough. You let out an involuntary moan as she continues her work for a while before switching her strategy.

Fleetfoot stops stroking your now erect rod with your hoof. The loss of the arousing sensation disappoints you a bit, but once your marefriend turns her body a bit, she continues with her wing instead. You never expect wings can be used in this way, but it feels even better then her hoofjob. Moving your eyes up, you see Fleetfoot looking straight at you with lust filled eyes.

"Mmmhh... You think I'm sexy?" She lolls her tongue out slowly, raises her hoof to the back of her head, and winks at you, striking a pose and letting out a lustful moan. Unf. Describing her at that pose is hard. She looks beautiful, adorable, and sexy at the same time. All the while, her wing is still busy pumping your stallionhood. It's a miracle that you didn't blow your load right there.

As in all that is not enough to arouse you, Fleetfoot spreads her own legs and puts her hoof between them, masturbating in front of you. The sound of something wet splashing against a hoof plus her moans of pleasure really takes you to the edge. You have experienced several orgasms before, but this one will definitely break your own record.

That is, if Fleetfoot didn't stop her wing abruptly.

You grunt at the sudden loss of stimulation, caught right on the edge. You're breathing heavily without even noticing it, desperate to get a release, but it seems your marefriend got other ideas.

"Mmmhh... d-don't let it out yet..." The pegasus is still masturbating. Her love juices are all over her hoof, and some of them are on the bed. "I... I want it all inside me... here..." Using both hooves, she spreads her marehood wide, giving you a view of the wet, blooming pink flesh. It winks a few times, and it's clitoris can be seen trying to reveal itself. Just by looking at it you feel your erection becoming rock hard again.

"Like what you see?" Your marefriend rolls to face away from you. She plants her chin on the bed while raising her butt to the air, wagging her tail. She grabs the leash again, tugging you closer, and gives you one simple order.

"Give it to me..."

You stand up on the bed, and discreetly tries to line up your rock hard shaft with her love hole. At first, you nervously waited until it made contact, but your marefriend suddenly tugs on your leash, making your rod's head poke into her pussy. Your vision briefly went white as a big shockwave of pleasure suddenly rocks your body and senses. It seems Fleetfoot also got that dose of pleasure.

"Come on...! I need it!" She moves herself back, engulfing your stallionhood with her inner muscles. Once it's all the way in, she squeezes you hard, making you emit a raspy gasp, unable to comprehend the amount of ecstasy you're getting. "Fuck me! Plow me! Scratch my itch until it's gone!"

Up until this point, you're restraining yourself, but after you got a taste of this Wonderbolt, you just want more, you CARVE for more. With Fleetfoot's encouragement through the leash, you let yourself loose and starts to pull yourself out, before pushing it back in. Both of your moans of lust echo through the room. Your senses going overloaded from receiving pleasure everywhere, from physical contact down there, from the sight of your marefriend's horny face, and from her moans.

"Yes...! Yes! Deeper!"

Even though you're already thrusting into her yourself, Fleetfoot would occasionally give your leash a strong tug, reminding you that even though she's under you, she's still controlling you somewhat, telling you to pick up the pace.

"Aaahh! Come on! Faster! Faster!"

You hold your marefriend's body as tight as you can while your hips work overtime thrusting your rod in and out of her. You still can't believe a pony is physically capable of receiving this much pleasure without blacking out. They keep coming like a massive wave crashing through your body everytime you thrust into her.

"Come on! COME ON! I'M SO CLOSE!! AH! AAAAHHH!!!"

Perhaps it's from the amount of pleasure she's getting, but Fleetfoot starts to pull the leash like her life depends on it. This time, you actually feel it's choking you. But in your current condition, that matter is at the back of your head. Screw pain, you're trying to embrace the amount of pleasure here. Soon, you can feel the fuse is about to blow, and you give every last bit of energy to hold on just a little bit more. If you can hold yourself for just one more second, it'll be invaluable.

"Aaahh! Fill me up! EVERY SINGLE DROP! PLEASE!! AAAAA--"

Fleetfoot's scream got caught in her throat when you feel a gush of liquid soaking your stallionhood and your crotch. Just in time too, you can't hold it back any longer. With one last powerful thrust that takes the last of your power, you plant yourself deep inside her, and begin to unload. After the first shot, Fleetfoot screams your name and squeezes you as hard as she can, not letting even a molecule of seed get out from her.

You don't know how long you stayed in that position, you don't know how many times you came inside her, and you don't know when you pulled out from her. But the one thing you know, is the fact that you just had intercourse with your marefriend, and that is the best feeling in the world. With barely any energy, you flop sideways on the bed, a blissful smile on your face. Fleetfoot did so as well, and lays down right next to you, looking tired, but happy.

"I'm glad... you can keep up." The Wonderbolt strokes your mane dreamily. Smiling, you tell her that she's a great and willing leader, and you trust her more then ever now. You inch closer to the blue pegasus and gives her a quick peck on the lips, before you and her yawned almost at the same time. It's getting night time, and you sure can use some sleep.

"Oh, before that..." Fleetfoot moves her hooves to your neck. You almost forgot about the leash she used to lead over you. She takes it off rather quickly, and carelessly toss it onto the floor before hugging you and close her eyes. But, you don't mind if she use it again on you. If you're worried that you have to lead your relationship before, now you're not too worried. Your marefriend will lead you until you can do it yourself.

Because you trust her as your leader

Author's Note

"Plumbum Credidistis Illi" = "Trust her lead" in latin