Vapor Trails In Her Sky

"Well, looks like these two are done finally."

Both their ears perked up, and Vapor tilted her head upwards, while looking behind her at Fleetfoot. For a bit of time, both lovers actually forgot about their viewing audience and as that realization played out, both looked around them.

A few ponies had left at some point and now it looked like only half of the trainees remained. Both could see visible erections and wet patches in flight suits, signaling they enjoyed it more than they should have. Spitfire was still present, yet she was still looking away red faced and annoyed; her expression scrunched up. Vapor looked back to Fleetfoot as the mare started to approach them and both eyeballed her with curiosity as she came to a stop near their heads.

"Hope you two enjoyed that," Fleetfoot said with a cheeky smirk on her face. She leaned in and spoke a bit quieter as to only the three of them could hear. "Because I know I did."

They both smiled sheepishly as they began to blush. Sky pulled his tired body up and off of Vapor's, and she felt her weak body quiver as a bit of semen ran down her thigh. She arched her body up and looked down between her legs at the mess they made and couldn't help but blush more at the sight of it.

As she did that, she quickly pulled herself up and brought herself to stand at attention before their teacher. Sky did the same and Vapor couldn't help but notice that for a pony who wasn't too keen on having sex beforehand in front of everyone, his body and attitude now oozed with confidence.

"Permission to shower and clean up, ma'am?" he asked, doing his best to not grin ear to ear.

Vapor followed suit and did the same and for a few seconds they just looked to the smirking mare and waited.

"Permission granted, but remember. No more after this, or you'll have to deal with your Captain's fury once again," she said as she turned her eyes to Spitfire's. "I don't think she'll be too lenient after this."

All the ponies present turned their eyes to the orange mare who still looked very flustered and annoyed, yet not wanting to appear weak, she spoke out.

"Correct, if you two are caught fucking around anymore after this you'll get the boot. Now everyone get your asses inside and clean yourselves up!" Spitfire ordered.

As Spitfire stood in spot trying to take everything in she just witnessed, the trainees started to head into the building in order to either relief themselves or get ready for the next class. Standing in place she noticed Fleetfoot making her way to her and couldn't help but notice the mare's cheeky smile.

"Quite the show wasn't it, Spits?" Fleetfoot asked her as she came to a stop beside Spitfire and sat on her haunches.

"Yeah… quite the show indeed," Spitfire’s voice trailed off as she moved her eyes in the opposite direction.

"Aww, what's wrong? You enjoy it a bit too much?" Fleetfoot asked, her voice filled with snark, as a big grin appeared on her face.

"No, I didn't. I'm more horrified they actually went through with it," she replied, her face growing more flustered before she looked away to find something to distract her.

"Well what did you think was going to happen?" Fleetfoot asked as she got up and walked back in front of Spitfire’s field of vision. "You literally let the equivalent of two horny lovers fuck in front of everyone."

"That's the thing, I honestly didn't think they would. My plan was that they would get cold hooves, beg for forgiveness and promise to not fuck around again. I would have let them go back to class and the issue would have been taken care of," Spitfire told her as she brought a hoof up to her own face face and rubbed it down to the entirety of it.

"And you never thought this would be the outcome?" Fleetfoot questioned, starting to understand the general idea behind the rather ill-constructed plan.

"None whatsoever. Why would I think otherwise anyway? Stinger's inflated ego got taken down a peg in the trials and Vapor never liked being the center of attention when they were training together. Heck, even he was scared to go through with it back when I first told them about the idea," Spitfire replied.

"So I'm guessing the big factor here was Vapor? Fleetfoot asked.

"Yeah, at first she calmed him down with some mushy pep talk and a kiss while inside. I brushed it off and didn't think much about it because when Stinger left the room he still looked very nervous and scared. It was when they actually started and got into it that I realized I fucked up. I never thought she would be that assertive and take control like she did."

"Improvise. Adapt. Overcome; your lead pony assessed the situation, took control of the problem, handled it the best way she knew how, and in the end it made you look like a joke. Looks like someone paid attention in my classes," Fleetfoot replied, rather smugly, tilting her head as well.

Spitfire opened her mouth to speak, but quickly found herself stopping from talking. She puffed up her cheeks in frustration and let out a deep groan of annoyance as her hoof dug into the asphalt. As blunt as Fleetfoot was, Spitfire knew that was the exact answer.

Seeing the frustration from Spitfire, Fleetfoot couldn't help but laugh. While she enjoyed the show, she found it much more enjoyable to see and hear Spitfire's thoughts and reactions to the whole situation.

"Stop laughing, this isn't funny!" Spitfire snapped as she got up and began to trot away.

"Oh I think it's hilarious. Especially when you think about the irony of the situation… isn't that right, Swallowfire?"