The Rookie

by Black_and_Blueballs

Rating: mature
Tags: Profanity, Violence, Thunderlane, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Fetish, Non-consensual, Sex, Spitfire
Length: 5048

Thunderlane has a very eventful day at the Wonderbolts Academy.

In this, my first ever story on FIMfiction, Thunderlane runs afoul of Soarin thanks to his big mouth. Spitfire shows up to save the day... maybe? Things just keep getting stranger and stranger... and more Painful.

INCLUDED KINKS: Ballbusting ballbusting and more ballbusting, Oral(both M/M and M/F), hoofjobs, cum, and some pretty N/C situations. Also implied shenanigans afterward.

EDIT: Part 2, the Finale, has arrived!
UPDATED KINKS INCLUDE: MORE Ballbusting! :D Oh yeah, more oral, ACTUAL M/F FUCKINS, and some TLC at the very end. Spitfire knows aftercare is important!

Published 2019-08-08 12:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-08-16 09:19:52 UTC

A weird day

Thunderlane had been working his ass off all week, trying his damnedest to keep up with Rainbow Dash's insane workout program for the Wonderbolts' recruits. It hadn't helped at all that Soarin had been giving him grief the whole time as well, complaining that his flying was 'weak and uninspired' and that he was 'lacking the kind of energy they expect of the Wonderbolts.'

"Lacking energy, he says... I'll buck you upside the head and THEN see who's lacking energy, you ignoramus..." He grumbled and slammed his uniform into his locker an shut the door.

Then he turned around and his heart leapt into his throat, as Soarin was standing there, grinning, blocking the one door out of the Stallions locker room.

"Harsh words there, bucko." Soarin stepped a little closer, and tapped the side of his head with a hoof. "Just you and me in here now, Thundy. You want to buck me in the head? Show me what you've got then." Soarin was slowly stepping closer, causing Thunderlane to back up against the lockers until he was standing on his back legs, scared witless, his forehooves curled defensively against his chest. Soarin got up in Thunderlane's face, narrowing his eyes at him, and whispering at him menacingly. "Not gonna step up and do it huh? Nothing but big talk?" He stood there glaring for a few long moments, Thunderlane sweating buckets, until Soarin shrugged and turned around.

Thunderlane breathed out a long slow sigh of relief, slouching down a bit against the lockers... until...

**THUD**

Thunderlane looked down in agonized shock, observing Soarin's back leg stretched out to meet his crotch, his hoof pinning his now screaming testicles to the locker behind him.

"M-MY BALLS!" Thunderlane could only squeak out in a panic.

"Pfft, if you can even call them that, after your spineless performance this week, I'm amazed you've got anything down there at all TO kick." Soarin twisted his hoof around, grinding it against Thunderlane's pinned nuts. "Maybe you might fly better as a gelding, eh Thundy? You'd fit into the suit better, be more aerodynamic..."

"S-soarin please! My b-balls! You're gonna crush 'em!" Thunderlane mewled in anguish, his hooves trying in vain to pry Soarin's leg away from his crotch.

"That's the idea, dummy!" Soarin giggled a little, and pulled his hoof away just long enough to get distance enough to stomp it back again, causing Thunderlane to squeal a breathless squeal. "Gimme a good reason to stop, and not turn you into mush, and I might think about it..."

"I... I'll tell Captain Spitfire! I'll have you booted off the TeeeEEEEEK!" Thundy was cut off by Soarin leaning into the stomp harder and really flattening his poor, swollen balls. "OH CELESTIA'S TEATS, MY FRIGGIN' BAAAAALLLLS!" Thundy couldn't see much anything anymore through the haze of panicked tears in his eyes, and his legs were all shaking and trembling... but for some reason, his body was reacting oddly, and his shaft was sliding free of it's sheath, growing ever more erect by the moment.

"You're in no position to threaten me, numb nuts." Soarin jabbed. "You say anything that stupid again and I'll flatten you right then and there. Spits wouldn't listen to you anyway, I'd say you snapped and attacked me, and I had to defend myself, and accidentally gelded you in the process..." He grinned back at the smaller stallion. "But I have a slightly better idea. You gonna behave if I let you go for a moment? If not, I can just pop your pathetic balls, beat the living horseapples out of you, and call it a day..." He threatened idly.

"Please... please let my balls go... I'll ... I'll behave..." Thunderlane's ears pinned themselves to his head, and he whimpered at Soarin, submitting fully.

"Atta boy, I knew you at least had SOME brains in your head." Soarin retracted his leg and let Thundy fall to the floor, snickering as he turned around again. "On your back, rookie, head towards me. You're gonna learn to respect authority today."

As Thunderlane scooted around to lay on his back, Soarin stepped over him, and Thunderlane gasped loudly as Soarin's thick prick basically slapped him in the nose. He was already mostly hard, drooping away from his belly and dribbling a little bit already. "Th-that's your co-GHK!" He was interrupted by Soarin rudely stuffing the flared tip of his dick into his muzzle.

"Damn right it is. Now get sucking, and move those hooves. I'm not done tenderizing your wimpy little nuts yet." He grinned as Thundy complied on both counts, suckling lightly on Soarin's tip, and moving his hooves to expose his swollen testicles, which were only now about as big as golf balls after swelling up some. "Pathetic." He reached out and roughly slapped the aching orbs back and forth a few times, growling a little as Thundy choked a bit and whined. "I feel any teeth on my dick and your balls are history, rookie!" He punctuated this with a vicious stomp that made Thundy want to throw up, but he didn't dare.

So it went for a few minutes, Thunderlane sucking on as much of Soarin's dick as he could, and Soarin stomping and smacking Thundy's balls around. Thunderlane stayed rock hard through the torment, his poor confused body unsure what it was doing really, panicking that his balls were gonna get mushed for good, and trying to desperately get off one last time to hopefully sire some theoretical offspring.

"You've been a good mare for me, Thundy. Maybe one of these days I'll bend you over like one and show you a real good time..." Soarin teased, smacking Thunderlane's left nut fiercely. "But with balls this small, you'll never make it past recruit..."

"You're one to talk, mister Puny Plums..." A distinctly feminine voice rang out, and Soarin's eyes went wide, right before he himself was bucked utterly mercilessly in the gonads.

"GAAAHHHHH!" Soarin fell over next to Thunderlane and yowled pathetically. "DAMN IT SPITS, MY NUTS!"

"And what exactly do you have to say to excuse nearly gelding one of our recruits, stupid ass?" Spitfire stepped over and stood over Soarin... including bringing one rear hoof down hard on the middle of his dick, and grinding it into the floor.

"AGH! S-spits! M-my dick!" Soarin whinnied in surprise.

"Incorrect, this is *MY* dick as long as you're a Wonderbolt, pie boy!" She emphasized this by stomping it again, drawing a pained cry from Soarin. "Do I make myself 110% clear, Soarin?!"

"Y-YES MA'AM!" Soarin managed to say between struggling for breath and squirming under Spits' hoof.

Meanwhile, Thunderlane had rolled to his side and was smiling up at Spitfire. "Th-thank you captain... he... threatened to geld me! I told him you wouldn't stand fo-"

"SHUT IT ROOKIE!" Spits snapped at him. "You'll be lucky if I don't just geld you myself! You've been doing nothing but wasting my time and pissing Rainbow Dash off all week, get your ass on the floor next to Soarin, I'm not done with EITHER of you by a damn sight!"

Soarin and Thundy rolled onto their backs, both of them exposing their aching jewels to the Captain, who shook her head at the two of them, both still erect fully.

"You two disgust me. I don't know which is worse, one pervert who gets off on having his pathetic balls stomped flat, or a dumb-ass, worthless officer who abuses his power to beat up on weaker ponies and gets his jollies by forcing other stallions to suck his fat, ugly cock!" She reared up and brought her forehooves down hard on both of them, slamming them down on their helpless balls, and getting both of the stallions right in between both nuts, squishing them outward around her hooves painfully.

Soarin and Thundy both hollered and squirmed, but neither of them dared try to stop her or put a hoof in the way.

"I think You're the worse of the two, Soarin, honestly. Your behavior towards the mare recruits makes me sick, and now I find you treating a stallion recruit even *worse*?!" She slammed her hoof down on his balls a few more times, focusing mainly on his left one which hung a bit lower away from him, causing him to squirm and flail, his hooves kicking wildly at the air as he hollered about his aching gonads.

Secretly, Thunderlane was somewhat enjoying Soarin getting his comeuppance, and his shaft was throbbing in time with his heartbeat, even with Spits' hoof on his nuts. Then she turned her attention back to him.

"And you! What kind of cowardly pervert are you, anyway? Look at you, you're about to pop just from getting your pitiful nuts busted, aren't you rookie?" When Thunderlane blushed and looked away, Spitfire grumbled at him and lifted her hoof, throwing it back again and smacking Thundy's nuts back and forth a little, making him whine and moan pathetically. "Jeez, you're weaker than I even thought. Go ahead then, ya perv, cum if you're gonna!" She said this and stomped her hoof down on his right ball, causing him to shriek a little and flail in pain. His shaft did throb a little though, and he'd been dribbling more and more as the torment went on. Spits went at him again, stomping down on that right nut, and grinding it into the floor with her forehoof. Thundy cried out again, moaning louder, and his cock gave a few hard twitches, so when Spits brought her hoof down again, he went off.

Not that there was much to it. His climax barely hit his own chest, and after a paltry few seconds, it was done and he was spent.

"Weak. You couldn't possibly please a mare with a set of jewels like these, unless she liked beating on your balls like this." She sighed and shrugged. "Nothing for it then, rookie. Turn around over here with your head towards Soarin." After Thunderlane complied, Spitfire straddled his face, and unceremoniously sat down, her snatch coming to rest against his muzzle. "I assume you know what I want, but don't rush it. I'm gonna keep busting Soarin's stupid balls until you make me orgasm, rookie. So take your time, and do at least THIS right."

"Spits, what in tartarus are you taAAAUGH!" Soarin tried to protest, only to get a vicious hoofslap to the gonads again. "Come on, Spits! My freakin balls are gonna break if you keep going!"

"No less than you deserve then, after trying to geld the rookie!" She said, stomping his left one again. "At least I only kept abusing him because it was getting him off! You'd have just gone ahead and busted him until he broke while he was choking on this ugly thing!" She slapped the end of his dick hard, making him cringe and whine. "I'm gonna go as hard as I want for as long as it takes the rookie here to get me off, and you're gonna lay there and take whatever I give you, and that's a direct order! Understood?!"

"Awwwgh... y-yes ma'am..." Soarin laid back, his hooves covering his eyes, not wanting to see what was happening to his poor testicles. It was bad enough he had to feel it.

As Spitfire started grinding on his face, Thunderlane slipped his tongue up against her slit and lapped at her as hard as he could manage, his breath coming out of his nose in warm puffs against her pussy. He could even feel his abused jewels tingling a little, getting aroused again a bit by the dominant female riding his muzzle.

Spits, on the other hand, had devious things in mind for Soarin's nuts, and as she stroked his fat prick with one hoof, she took his left nut up with the other, and put it in her mouth, sucking on in a bit for a few moments. Then she shocked the poor stallion by putting it between her back teeth and painfully grinding it between them, knowing full well he couldn't escape her torment. With a little effort, and a good bit of drooling, Spits forced Soarin's other fat nut into her maw, and started chewing on both his balls at once. Soarin felt like he was gonna faint. Or die. Either would be preferable to having his freaking BALLS chewed on.

"Spiiiiiiiiits, pleeeeeeeease! Oh OH goddess! Bucking hay bales, do youHOO have any AIIIEEE-DEA how bad that freakin' HURTS?!" Soarin kicked his hooves at the ground around him, his hips bucking up towards Spitfire's face, and tears of pain and exertion running down his cheeks. As if to say that she did, Spits clamped down a little, securing his balls in her maw, and started pulling them away from his body, tugging at them painfully and stretching his sac tighter and tighter around them. Soarin howled in anguish, his front hooves up on his face, daring not to try and stop her, despite how badly it hurt. All the while, his dick stayed hard as a rock somehow, a fact that didn't escape Spitfire's notice. She moved her other hoof up to the other side of his stiff prick and started jerking him off with both hooves, in earnest.

All the while, Thunderlane was watching the goings-on with a little grin on his face. Here he was now, eating some delicious mare puss, while Soarin, big bad dumbass he was, was getting his nuts crunched and a dry hoofjob. The thought alone had him almost fully hard again, and he was putting everything he had into making Spits come. Not for Soarin's sake mind you, just because he was having fun, and despite her earlier abuse of his balls, he felt like she did too. After all, she'd saved him from having to choke on Soarin's stupid dick some more, and she *was* his commanding officer, so a little respect in this case, he felt, might go a long way.

Spits was torn. She was *really* loving the rookie's efforts on her pussy, she was leaking like a faucet and getting close to climax already. On the other hand, she was also really enjoying tormenting Soarin's fat, ugly balls in her mouth, and the sounds he was making were *priceless*, so she figured, heck, if Soarin came before she did, she'd just keep going until she got off too. If she came first, she'd let him go, maybe give him a good stomp again, and then shoo him away. Her tail brushing over it made her aware of Thunderlane's boner being back, silly stallion he was. If he made her cum, she figured maybe she'd make Soarin watch as the rookie got to bang her, but maybe that was just hormones talking.

Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, Soarin cried out pathetically as his dick began to jump on its own, and he came. A LOT. In fact, he practically painted himself white as Spits aimed his hot, spewing jizz back at his face and chest, and he cried out again in more pain as he not only took one in the eye (dumbass, spits thought), but also as Spits chewed down *just* a smidge harder than before, making Soarin squeal a little as he thought she was going to pop him. Luckily for him, he was a bit more resiliant than that, but this only meant that Spits didn't have to back off at all, leaving Soarin breathless and whining as she kept torturing his testicles even after he'd emptied them.

Thunderlane almost laughed out loud, but thankfully his mouth was too full of mare crotch to do any such thing. He redoubled his efforts, sucking and licking at Spitfire's dripping cooch like it was the antidote, and by goddess, he wanted to LIVE. He didn't have to wait too long though, as he nibbled on her clit a little bit and she gasped audibly, and rammed her crotch against his face over and over, groaning out loud as she came too, as well as spitting out Soarin's nuts, which were red, swollen and throbbing.

Soarin curled up around his aching nuts as though his life depended on it, and sobbed a little, trying to buck up a little but not having much luck.

"Alright dumbass," Spitfire said, her knees a little wobbly. "Hit the showers and head to your bunk. I hear a word of complaint out of you tomorrow about this and you've HAD IT, you follow me?" She watched as Soarin nodded and started eagerly crawling away, then she turned to Thunderlane. "As for you, rookie, it looks like you're not entirely worthless after all." She pointed briefly to his twitching pecker and grinned. "You still got some fight left in you?"

"Y-yes ma'am." Thunderlane said shakily as he stood up as well.

"Well then meet me in my office ASAP." She made sure Soarin heard her say that. "There's a foldout bed there, and the soundproofing is better." She winked. "Also, don't be surprised if you get some looks for a while, I bet the whole damn squad heard us!"

Thunderlane blushed a little as his erection jumped at the idea.

'Boy, what a weird day.'

Author's Note

Welp, that's all she wrote for that chapter! Depending on the reaction this one gets, there may be more forthcoming involving these three, and maybe other characters, who knows? :D

Anyway, if you're still here, thanks for reading this far!

A Better Night

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!!~~