Chapter 4 – Snowstreak

Snowstreak blushed as a cheer rose up around the crowd. In all his time as a Royal Guard, he'd never been to a party this rowdy, and definitely never with such ... unprofessional behavior.

He winced at the way Nightwing jumped down to argue with Blue Star, and he wished once again that he'd never let Storm Point drag him along to this after-party. Somehow, even though he was certain with himself that he disapproved of the goings-on here, he'd found himself right up at the edge of the table these mares had been dancing on ... and that ended up being his downfall.

When one of the Wonderbolt mares jumped up onto the table and loudly proclaimed that both of the other mares were wrong and neither of them were a match for any Wonderbolt, Snowstreak just happened to be the closest, most convenient stallion available to her.

The Wonderbolt in question was Misty Fly – that was clear enough from the bits of pale yellow coat showing through gaps in her flight suit and her icy blue tail. She was a celebrity, even among the Wonderbolts.

Snowstreak would have known her anywhere, even though he'd never seen her from quite this angle before! Her tail was flopped over his head to mingle with the tips of his mane that stuck through his helmet, the tightly-clad curves of her ass filled almost all of his vision, and the clearly visible bulb of her pussy rubbed right against his nose. Through the tight, stretchy fabric, he could feel her soft, supple pussy lips pressing back and forth against his sensitive muzzle.

“How's that?” Misty asked smugly.

Snowstreak didn't so much as glance away from her rump. He couldn't, anyway. And he didn't want to – an utterly fascinating little dark spot was forming in the fabric of her flight suit, centered right on the upper bit of her pussy bulge ... and it was slowly growing. He could smell her.

He'd sworn off romantic pursuits for years now, ever since his last special somepony. But this time, his body wasn't asking him for permission. His cock slid out, eagerly joining the party. He hoped nopony would notice ... but of course somepony did – immediately.

Surprise – the Wonderbolt with the white coat and shockingly yellow mane – zoomed right up next to him, dipped her head under his belly, and squealed in delight. “Ooh! Lookie here, lookie here! That was really fast! See – the Wonderbolts are the best!”

Misty Fly laughed in a soft, self-satisfied way at that news, but she didn't stop. Her pussy visibly winked open inside her flight suit, soaking it even more as she rubbed herself off on his nose.

The scent and the feel of this gorgeous mare's pussy was getting to him. He couldn't help it. He was running on instincts now, and his body would have its way, whether he wanted it to or not.

Snowstreak reached up, grabbed Misty Fly's hips between his hooves and yanked her down as his body lunged upward. She ended up with her front hooves on the table; he ended up on top of her, mounting her.

“Hey!” Misty cried out. “What do you think you're—?”

His cock pressed up between her firm ass cheeks, the flat head of it mashing against her fabric-covered pussy.

A slight shudder ran through Misty's body, and her tail flicked upward. “Ooh... Oh fuck yes!”

The way she said that ... the sultry, needy tone to her voice, it broke him free from any inhibitions he may have still had. Without a care, without a thought, despite everypony there watching him, he began roughly thrusting his cock against Misty's rump as if determined to punch right through the fabric of her flight suit and into her desperately winking pussy.

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