The Rookie

The Rookie Part Two: A better night

As Thunderlane cantered his way to Spitfire's office, he DID get some looks, but he didn't notice many nor did he much care. He'd taken a minute to undress and check that his nuts were still both whole and sound, before jetting off after Spitfire, boner hanging out proud as anything for all to see. Again though, he didn't really care. After watching Soarin's dumb ass get chewed on and then shoot a load all over his face, Spits had invited him back to her office, and he was eager to get there fast. He knew his balls were probably in danger, but by this point his hormone-addled brain was too focused on the lingering taste of Spitfire's pussy on his lips, and her scent glued into his nose.

'Fuck did she taste good. Maybe she'll let me go at her again.' He thought idly. 'I guess I'm freakier than I thought. Goddess, my nuts are ringing like wedding bells, but I'm so hard it HURTS. Oh buck, maybe she'll ride my face again and suck me off? That'd be sw-' thunk “Ow...”

He'd run muzzle first into Spitfire's office door without realising. He lifted a hoof to his nose first, then knocked three times with it.

“Not locked, Rookie. Get your ass inside.” Came Spits' order.

“Yes Ma'am.” He replied, and hurried inside, locking the door behind him. When he turned, he saw a rather amazing sight. Spitfire was lying on her foldout, nude as he was, with two of her primary feathers reaching up from behind her to rub back and forth against her dripping puss. It was then that Thunderlane noticed that she had kind of a rather noticably large clitoris, the puffy hood unable to hide the engorged button of flesh at all as she masturbated there in front of him. It must have been at least as big as a whole cherry by now! “H-holy damn, C-captain...”

“Well? Are you gonna stand there and make me do all the buckin' work, rookie?” Spits chastised him snarkily.

“Uh, nope. I'll uh... I'll take it from here!” He popped off a little more cheerfully than he intended as he rushed over and shooed her wing away, burying his muzzle against her delicious snatch again.

“G-goddess damn, you dumbass...” Spits moaned whorishly. “You might not have a killer dong, but your bucking TONGUE, I swear!” She wiggled onto her back and spread her legs as much as she could to give him access. “No w-wonder Soarin was so happy bucking your muzzle, jeez...” She shook her head a bit. “I'll reprimand him properly later, he knows better than to do that kind of horseapples with the recruits of ANY gender. Stupid rassafrassa so'nso...” She sighed heavily and shivered a bit. “You need to step it up though, RoOOOOH-kie...” She squealed a bit as Thunderlane nibbled at her puffy clit and its hood. “Not -THAT- you dipweed, I mean your fly-HI-ying!” She yipped a bit and couldn't help a giggle. “Buck me sideways, you're better at this than Rainbow Dash...” She said that part quite quietly. “Okay seriously, twirl your ass up this way, doofus, I wanna play with your nuts.”

“Yes'm!” Thundy did as he was told, and was immediately greeted by a backhoof to his left nut. “GAH! MMMGH! Oooohhh buck...” He winced and hollered a bit before burying his mouth back on Spitfire's leaking snatch.

“Atta boy. Keep yourself focused on the GO-hoal, whoo yeah...” She quivered in voice AND body. She took the opportunity to fondle and examine his balls, not something she often got to do really. Being Bi around failures of genetics like Soarin meant she munched more rug than a broken vacuum cleaner usually, but Thundy here? He might be a more persistent treat if he played his cards right. As she thought this, she squeezed her hooves around his slightly swollen nads, just hard enough to make him whine a little into her pussy. “Yknow, I should apologize, Rookie, and this never leaves this room, but I think your dick is actually pretty good for a stallion your size...” She trailed a hoof up the side of his prick, then back down over the flare a little. “...and for a mare -my- size, if you catch my drift.” As she finished saying this, she bopped his right nut with one hoof, just hard enough to get a grunt out of him. “But you better be working your skinny ass twice as hard for me after this, you get me?”

“Guh... Yes Ma'am... I swear on my b-balls, I'll bust my ass to get better!”

“You stallions are all pretty dumb, but you're a fun one to torment at least.” She giggled a bit more as he nose-dived back into her pussy. “Alright, square up those hips, I'm gonna show you how a -REAL- Wonderbolt gives head.” She directed his hips to just the right pose where his tip was in range of her mouth now, and without even flinching, sucked his entire cock right into her mouth and throat. 'Heh, still got it.' She thought proudly, pulling back a bit and then sucking right back down. She could feel Thunderlane quivering above her, and with a wicked little grin (sort of), she backhoofed his left nut again. And then again a bit harder, which made his knees buckle a bit and he accidentally shoved his dick even harder into her throat. Spits was a champ though, and just pushed his hips back up and kept sucking like nothing ever happened.

Thunderlane's brain was awash in so many thoughts and emotions it was half amazing he was remembering to breath at all. After he recovered his vision from the vicious backhoof beating to his balls, he came upon an idea; she was sucking him, might as well return the favor! So he set about it, wrapping his muzzle around her hot, red clit and its hood, and sucking like he was drinking the whole world dry. When Spitfire moaned around his cock, he smiled a little, and kept going at her with a fervor he'd never had in bed before. Of course, it didn't help much he'd not been with many mares before, but he was apparently some kind of savant at eating mare puss, and boy howdy was he gonna go for it. A hard stomp-slap from Spitfire's right hoof to his right nut broke his concentration a bit, but somehow he was kinda getting into the idea of her rocking his balls while he rocked her world. Another stomp-slap barely even phased him, though his head was getting a bit swimmy from pain and exertion, and he could feel that familiar pressure building in his guts.

Suddenly, when he dragged his top teeth across the base of Spitfire's clit again, she groaned loudly, popped her mouth off his dick, and ground her hips hard into his mouth as her whole body shook with wave after wave of orgasmic bliss.

“BuuuUUuUuUuUCK ME!” She cried, before falling a bit limp underneath the lucky stallion. To her surprise and immediate dismay, Thunderlane turned a bit, dragged her hips to the edge of the bed, and smiled at her as he assumed mounting position. “What in Tartarus are you doing, rookie?!”

“Following your orders, Ma'am.” He said coyly, wiping his muzzle a bit with one hoof. “You did say I was the right size, right? Don't worry, I'll go slow at f-” He was silenced by her mouth meeting his quite suddenly, and her hooves squishing his face a bit.

“Like BUCK you will, rookie! If you're gonna buck your captain, you do it HARD and you do it RIGHT, do you dig me, Cadet?!” She kissed him again as her tail below them batted quickly back an d forth at the underside of his balls. She moaned into and out of the kiss as Thundy plowed his prick into her aching pussy, falling back as her tight, hot, needy snatch was filled -right- to the brim with Thunderlane's stallionhood. He slid in like he was built to size, and without much coaxing at all, he was jackhammering himself into her like nobody else ever had.

Thunderlane planted his hooves to either side of Spitfire, and went about railing her like she told him to: Hard as he bucking COULD. As he went, his nuts slapped hard enough against Spitfire's iron rump to make him grunt a bit with each thrust; it wasn't terrible, but it was building that pressure inside him a bit slower because of the growing ache in his already sore testicles. He rammed his cock into her pussy just a certain way once, and Spitfire's body convulsed again, and her already vice-like puss tightened into lockdown around his dick as she came again, soaking the both of them and the foldout in her wetness. Thunderlane gulped hard, as he could pull out, and her pussy was milking him like a machine or something. All he could do was warn her. “C-can't hold it! Gonna cum! Gonna... gonna... GUH!” His hips planted themselves against hers, and his cock spasmed hard as he pumped the biggest load of his life into his commanding officer. 'Oooooh shit.' He thought. 'I am a dead stallion. Corpse Corps, here I come...' However, after a few silent moments in the afterglow, Spitfire was the one to break the silence.

“You're damn lucky I'm safe right now, Rookie... but then again, so am I.” She chuckled a little, and pecked him on the cheek with a kiss. “Now lemme get up if you can, your ass is heavy.”

“Kay... one s-second...” Thundy struggled his way to standing again, off the bed, his cock drooling onto the floor a bit with their combined juices.

“Alright buckhead, get in the next room, I've got a private shower.” Spitfire hurried them both into the shower room to avoid a bigger mess. Then, she got a wicked idea. “Okay rookie... ATTEN-HUT!” She barked, and couldn't help a giggle as Thunderlane stood quickly at attention. “You got me good, so you're gonna get it good too. Three times you got me, then One for you, and one extra because you bucking shot me all full of your baby butter, you gross weirdo.” She added a with a personal tone at the end. “You're at attention. Officer commanding you. Don't you -DARE- break formation or I'll bucking triple it.” Without any further warning, she spun and back kicked Thundy's nuts up into his ears with one hoof. To her amazement, he didn't break formation, though he did wheeze hard and start sweating immediately. So, she wrecked him again, feeling the flesh of his balls squish around her hoof painfully, but yet afterwards, there he stood. He wobbled a little, and his eyes were bloodshot with exertion, but he was upright. She took a more careful aim next, and bucked upwards just right to pin his left nut against his body and lift him off his hooves a bit, but he landed... and didn't fall. She did it again, just as hard, to the right one, but still he stood firm. Well, firmer than she expected. He looked dizzy, and his face was kinda green, but he was taking it. So, she turned again, and fired one more, plastering both nuts to his pelvis...

but Thunderlane stood.

“Alright tough guy, you're so smart, let's see you shower with me without coddling those empty coltmakers at all. That's an order.” She sidled up beside him in the shower, turned the water on, and smooched his cheek.

One agonizingly tense shower later, Thundy had escaped further testicular trauma, and as they started to dry off, Spitfire finally gave him the 'at ease'. Surprising them both, he didn't crumble right away, simply carefully curling up on the foldout and wincing with a long, hard groan as Spitfire rested a bag of ice on his swollen nuts.

“You're a Grade A freak, Thunderlane.” Spitfire's backward compliment made them both chuckle. “We're both gonna be sore in the morning, so I'll write us both up a medical exam leave notice. I don't wanna break you before I get a chance to get Rainbow Dash involved.” She grinned evilly almost and his eyes went huge. “Don't worry, she'll be back in about 2 weeks...” She softly stroked his sheath a bit, cooing at him. “Might wanna save up another big one for us both, tough guy...” She paused, then finished. “...oh, and you're still gonna work like tartarus as soon as we're back on flight status.”

~~END!!~~