Chapter 7 – Fleetfoot

Fleetfoot shuddered and sighed as Mango pulled out of her and dropped off of her back, leaving her oozing under her tail. There was nothing quite like the feeling of being stuffed full with a stallion's cream ... but even as she stood there, recovering from the feeling of his huge cock stretching her, her eyes caught onto the orange and yellow form of her captain.

“Thanks, bud,” she said to Mango as she trotted away from him, her tail flagging high and proud. “Keep in touch.”

She had quite another one-of-a-kind feeling in mind – a feeling she knew Spitfire could give unlike any other.

The Captain of the Wonderbolts had retreated over to the bar, where she sat on one of the stools, a blue margarita in one hoof and her own pussy in the other. She'd been watching everypony in the room – she still was – and she'd certainly seen what Mango just did with Fleetfoot, but from the way she grinned, it was perfectly clear that she knew what Fleetfoot had in mind ... and that she was perfectly happy with where this was going.

Fleetfoot would have never dared to do something like this in her early years as a Wonderbolt. But after years of experience, becoming one of the team's veteran members, and quite a few previous encounters with Spitfire, she was no longer the timid little filly she had once been. Now she knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it.

She trotted confidently right up to Spitfire and looked her in the eyes. “Hey.”

One of Spitfire's eyebrows slowly rose ... but she didn't stop rubbing her own pussy. “Hey yourself.”

Both of them shared a soft chuckle between them, then leaned in for the kiss both of them knew was coming.

For all her time in the Wonderbolts, Fleetfoot hadn't actually been intimate with the Captain all that often. It was a once in a blue moon kind of thing – Spitfire had plenty of other admirers after all. When their lips touched, there was still the illicit thrill of devil-may-care breaking the rules, which was only heightened by the other ponies in the room who may or may not have been watching them.

Fleetfoot let her eyes gently close, not worrying about their observers. All that mattered was the soft, warm, surprisingly tender touch of Spitfire's lips and the feeling of the older mare's hoof caressing through Fleetfoot's mane.

Gradually, both of them became more forceful, pressing their bodies against one another's, testing each other's strength even though both of them knew exactly where they'd end up.

Spitfire was stronger, of course. Nopony messed with Spitfire. But it would be boring if Spitfire managed to push Fleetfoot away. Instead, the Captain feigned exhaustion, letting Fleetfoot push her back up onto the surface of the bar ... and up ... and up, until Fleetfoot lay on top of her commanding officer, both of them panting and looking longingly into each other's eyes.

Spitfire grinned wickedly, then stuck her tongue out slightly, making little licking motions.

That was more than enough to light Fleetfoot's fires. She turned around on top of Spitfire, spreading her hind legs over the other mare's shoulders and lifting her tail high to expose the creampie Mango had left there. “Mind helping me clean up a little bit?” she asked, already knowing what Spitfire's answer would be.

Spitfire's answer was, of course, a long, slow lick from Fleetfoot's clit all the way up to the top of her sloppy, dripping slit.

Fleetfoot tilted her head up toward the ceiling, humming to herself in satisfaction and letting her eyes drift mostly closed as the Captain of the Wonderbolts licked that stallion's cum out of her pussy. It was one of those little-known facts that you'd only learn after years of listening to locker room gossip: yes, Spitfire was exclusively into mares and absolutely refused to even touch a stallion ... but she still loved the taste of a stallion's cum. That left the Captain only one real way to get it, a way that every bisexual mare in the Wonderbolts eventually learned and put to very good use.

Spitfire went at it greedily, her tongue flicking into Fleetfoot's pussy and scooping out warm mouthfuls of stallion cream. Not that Spitfire was exclusively interested in the little treat Fleetfoot had brought her – the Captain also took time to suckle and lick Fleetfoot's clit, especially when it bulged outward with her rhythmic winking.

After taking a few moments to just enjoy that sumptuous treatment, Fleetfoot dove her own muzzle down between Spitfire's outspread legs, eagerly returning the favor.

That didn't last long, though. Their little display had drawn a fair amount of attention from ponies who weren't otherwise occupied, including the all-white Royal Guard, Snowstreak.

With the aid of his wings, he jumped up onto the bar in front of Fleetfoot, his cock already swinging out below him and lining up with Spitfire's pussy.

“Hey!” Fleetfoot said. “She's not into that!” The nerve of some stallions, thinking that just because a mare craved the taste of cum, she wanted one of those inside her! “Find somewhere better to put it!” She stuck out her tongue.

At least Snowstreak was polite enough to stop dead at that rebuttal. He looked down at the two of them, one hoof raised in front of him. “Um... Sorry, I just thought...” His white cheeks turned beet red, and his cock began to droop a little. “I mean, um, I didn't mean to do anything you wouldn't want to ... um...”

Ugh, stallions could be so dense sometimes. Even as Spitfire kept eating her out, Fleetfoot opened her mouth wide, holding her tongue out invitingly and pointing at it with her hoof.

Snowstreak looked down at her and blinked. “You ... you want to do that?”

“Duh!” She rolled her eyes at him.

She didn't have to wait. Before she was even done rolling her eyes, he lunged forward and planted the tip of his resurgent cock against her lips. He might be slow on the uptake, but at least he didn't dilly-dally around once he finally figured things out! She had to give him that much.

Opening her mouth, she gladly took Snowstreak's cock, freely letting him shove it in. Thankfully, Fleetfoot was a veteran at this, too, and she easily let the thick shaft slide down into her throat.

Ah... Her captain licking a fresh load out of her pussy and another stallion face-fucking her and getting ready to blow another load down her throat... Now this was an after-party!

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