Author's Note
Apologies for any grammatical or formatting errors; this story was written back in 2013. I will be honest when I say I have no plans to fix any potential errors that may be present, as I'm posting the story as it was all the way back then. The only alterations have been to the author name, to include my two most common handles to avoid confusion.
With that being said, I hope you all still get the same enjoyment out of it as you did back then (when this supposedly hit the featured page too. Still unsure if that was true or not, but hey. Someone told me it did for a little while, which was nice :) )
Dancing With Flames
Dancing With Flames.
By Cyclone/TornadoFIM
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The sun was setting over the horizon of Equestria, as the Wonderbolt academy that was suspended in the area was shot by the amber sun rays coming from the setting sun. The clear, orange sky glowed like a light bulb as the beautiful sight stunned all the residents of Equestria below. For one mare, the sunset was just like her best friend. Amazing, majestic and heart-warming.
Within the Wonderbolt Academy, only two more members were left within the offices after agreeing to work after hours. Of course… it was only them two. Within the seemingly silent corridors walked a nice and slim golden mare who wore her tight, Wonderbolt jump suit. The leather that gripped to her flame colored skin squeaked as both of her legs moved to take her down the corridors. Instead of the spiked up, flaming orange mane she usually had for shows was now a beautiful flowing mane that draped down onto her neck and the edges just touched her shoulders. Her beautiful golden eyes sparkled in the sunlight that brightly gleamed through the windows. The seemingly small wings upon her back were folded.
Upon reaching one of the offices, she noticed a door half open but not fully. The window on the door was made of a frosted glass, and black bold letters were written on the door: Spitfire’s Office. As she opened the door, she saw a pale blue stallion with a furiously spiked back mane that was a darker blue color. His eyes a bright green color as they stared down at the paperwork laid out on the table. The office itself was rather basic -- picture frames of members of the Wonderbolts and pictures of Spitfire herself. A poster of the Wonderbolts was pinned to the wall by the door on the inside of the office and a large trophy cabinet sat at the right hand side of the rooms. The blinds hung in front of the windows were half closed, allowing some of the amber glow to shine through. He sat at the desk, wearing the office suit that was worn before shows. The top three buttons were undone, and the jet black tie hanging down, lying loose. The navy blue blazer was hung on the back of the chair, as the male worked his way through many stacks of papers. The mare however just smirked at him until he noticed her.
“Oh, boss. I didn’t think you’d be here at this time…” he said upon noticing her. “I’m sorry about intruding in your office… I should go now.”
“That won’t be necessary, Soarin’. And it’s beyond working hours, just call me Spitfire for tonight,” Spitfire smiled softly at him before her eyes focused on the papers. “You need help with those?”
Soarin’ looked to his boss which was standing in the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame of the door with a caring look in her eyes. He snickered slightly and then shook his head slowly, before fixing his eyes back onto the majestic mare with a smile.
“No, I can handle it,” Soarin’ responded. “But… you can stay if you like.” With a smile, Spitfire walked in and then closed the door behind her, keeping her eyes on the stallion at her desk. Walking up to the desk, she leaned against the front, peering over the work Soarin’ was doing with a small smirk.
“That paperwork looks hard,” she said with a slightly seductive tone to her voice. “Are you sure you don’t need help?”
Soarin’ soon sat back in his chair, looking at Spitfire with a raised eyebrow and a sly smirk creeping onto his face. With a small chuckle, Soarin’ soon looked back down at the paper, yet again grabbing the quill he had in his hand and then got back to work.
“Go on… pull up a chair. I could use the company.” As Soarin’ spoke in a soft and soothing tone, Spitfire grabbed one of the chairs by the trophy cabinet that sat beside the desk and then sat down on the chair looking at Soarin’.
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The sun was beginning to fade behind the horizon which slowly brought the moon out from hiding. As the darkness covered Equestria, the moonlight from Luna’s moon brightly beamed through the blinds creating a relaxing atmosphere within the office. Soarin’ was just coming towards the end of the large pile with every hour that passed. Finally finishing off the last sheet of paperwork, he sat back and rubbed his eyes with a soft yawn.
“Well, I don’t know about you Spitfire… but I think I’m going to head on home,” Soarin’ yawned as he lifted himself out of the chair. As he did, he took the blazer and hung it from his back. Spitfire just nodded in a reply, before following Soarin’ to the door. As he opened the door to leave, he stepped out into the seemingly pitch black corridors of the empty academy.
However, before he could leave, Soarin’ felt something tug on his back. Coming to a halt, he glanced back at the young mare behind him before she lunged at him, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. His eyes opened wide, as a strong, bright blush appeared on both of their faces. Spitfire’s eyes were closed already as she held her lips on his.
“Spitfire what are you--?”
Soarin’ soon lost him in the flooding ecstasy that filled him. As his eyes slowly closed, he soon began to kiss her back pushing deeper into it. The warm feeling in the bottom of his heart soon dominated his emotions, his blush brightly glowing off of his cheeks as he wrapped both of his arms around her and pulled her into a gentle embrace. He began to caress her by running his hands through her smooth and silky mane before progressing onwards down her neck and then down her back which was suited in the tight jumpsuit she wore that gripped onto her skin.
Feeling a wet, smooth tongue enter his mouth, his tongue reacted to it before it began to dance with hers and then interlocked with it. At this moment he felt her pull him back into the office, before he kicked the door closed and as he did, he felt her slam against the wall with the poster on. As he stroked the roof of her mouth with the tip of his tongue, he used his other hand to slowly roll the jumpsuit down Spitfire’s shoulders, revealing the bright gold skin beneath it. She shuffled around within the suit slightly to make it easier for Soarin’ to remove it from her body, before she lifted her arm out of it and then used her fingers to play around with the buttons in Soarin’s shirt before removing each one from the slit they connected into one by one. The suit began to slip off of her by each sudden arm movement, slowly bringing out her tit from the cup of the Wonderbolt suit.
Gently stroking her cheek as his other hand moved down towards her flank, they broke away which caused Spitfire to tilt her head backwards. A rope of saliva broke off from their lips, splashing down her neck. Soarin’ soon began to gently peck and lick her neck, as each of the breaths he released were warm, soothing breaths traveling down her smooth neck. The curvy mare who was moaning in delight bit her lip as Soarin’ allowed his tongue to fluently travel down her neck and down onto her breasts before reaching her nipple and then gently sucking from it. As he fell deeper into the lustful feeling, he pushed his muzzle into the soft skin. Spitfire gasped a little in pleasure when feeling the pressure of the stallion’s face press against her body.
Soarin’ soon grabbed her naked arm and then used the other hand he was using to caress her body to undress the other side. Just like before, she aided the stallion in stripping her from her tight suit. The suit squeaking slightly as the rubber rubbed against her skin when she pulled her arm out of its socket and the breast pushing its way out of the rubber cup. As he broke apart from her chest, he gently stroked his muzzle back up her chest, then her neck and then her face before kissing the mare passionately on the lips once again.
The two lovers fell to the floor, Soarin’ landing on top of Spitfire as they both slammed onto the hard surface of the floor. He placed both of his arms under her as he pulled her body into his. Sliding his tongue down her chest and then across her nipples, he kept going leaving a trail of saliva behind until his tongue met the zip that was only just covering her vagina. Slowly unzipping the remainder of the suit, a small slit that showed some soft pink flesh was seen instantly. Licking his lips and beginning to drool, he stared at it as he tried to hold back the urge.
“D-do it… just do it!”
Spitfire begged Soarin’ to eat her out. Her lust was overpowering her as the flimsy suit that her legs were still contained in began to spread apart to make it easier for him. The two lips that made the slit revealed a wet pussy ready for Soarin’ to take. Quickly shoving his face into the soaking pussy, he began to swirl his tongue around as both his tongue and muzzle was inside her marehood. With the juices swirling around on his tastebuds and the fluent tongue flimsily guiding its way round the soft, wet vagina, the sweet taste of her juices on his tongue made his wings pop out instantly.
Spitfire began to pant and moan out in pleasure as she grabbed his head and only shoved him deeper into her clit. She bit tightly down on her lip as her head tilted upwards to the feeling of a tongue swirling around inside of her. She wanted to scream, but holding back the louder groans of delight, she began to claw at the floor with her free arm. Soarin’ used two fingers to stroke Spitfire’s clit, and as he did, Spitfire couldn’t hold back her cries. She just wanted more and more!
“Gah! Fuck that feels so good!!
“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!!”
Her heavy breaths interrupted each of her moans as they were let out; the tasty juices were now dripping all over the floor and splashing all over Soarin’s face. He pulled his muzzle out of the wet pussy he had just been licking out, before catching his breath back. The two fingers that were gently rubbing her clit were soon jabbed into her twat as soon as he caught his breath back. The two fingers that were inserted into the wet and fleshy pussy were already getting soaked in the juices leaking from her. She emptied her lungs with a loud cry of pleasure.
Soarin’ slowly removed the two fingers he had inserted into her, gathering as much of the juice as he could before lifting the now gooey and soggy fingers to his face. Looking at mostly naked mare on the floor who was panting heavily and looking back into his eyes with a seductive grin, Soarin’ shoved the soggy hand into his mouth and began to suck from the fingertips before shoving the length into his mouth. A sweet and salty taste filled his mouth as he twisted and licked the fingers inside of his mouth, before adding the thumb which was also slightly wet from the splashing. The mixture of different mouth-watering tastes within Soarin’s mouth collided as he began to suck vigorously on his hand to suck any remaining drops of juice from his hand.
After finishing up, he moved close to the now soaking and dripping vagina. The two pussy lips allowing the juices to ooze their way out of the slit they were contained within. As he scooped up the remaining liquid with a nice slow, enduring lick to savor the taste, he soon reached down into his pants before unzipping the zip on the front. As he slowly brought the small zip down the length it could, a large blue cock behind the zip all curled up was revealed. Spitfire stared in amazement at it before licking her lips.
“Like what you see?” Soarin’ teased the mare staring at his penis that was behind his pants. “It’s all for you…”
As he said those words, he wrapped his hand around it before slowly revealing the large cock and then supporting it up in his palm. Running his palm up and down his length, he moaned as he felt his smooth hand apply a soft touch to his own dick. Spitfire got onto all fours, as she crawled over to Soarin’ as he carried on teasing her. The drooling Spitfire yet again licked her lips before she arrived at the tip of the large penis. He winked slyly at her as he held it up and poked it against her mouth.
“I know you want it…” Soarin’ whispered in a seductive accent. “You can have it. It’s all yours!”
“All of it.”
Spitfire opened her mouth slowly; Soarin’ entered her mouth nice and slowly feeling the saliva from her mouth get spread all over onto it to act like a lubricant. As he felt her wet and smooth tongue slide against his cock, she also began to suck on it. Soarin’ let out a soft groan in pleasure. The wet tongue wrapping around the huge cock that managed to fit perfectly inside of her mouth. Proceeding to suck yet again, Soarin’ started to moan out in pleasure as he gently thrusted in her mouth. She grabbed it and then pulled him ever so closer, as the tightness of her throat grinded against Soarin’s member.
“Ah, Spitty -- that feels so good!”
He felt a couple of fingers play around with his balls; he gently pushed her into his cock as he added a few jolt thrusts into her. The sucking feeling was making Soarin’ moan as he was on his knees and tilting his head up into the air and vigorously biting his lip. Spitfire began to speed up, now moving up and down his length with her mouth and also flailing her tongue around the hard dick in her mouth. The now completely wet penis sliding in and out of her mouth easily, as she played with the small hole at the front with her flexible tongue. The cock was beginning to throb and as it did, Spitfire stuck one of her free fingers up one her pussy and wiggled it around quickly.
“Agh! I’m g-g-going to cummmm!”
Soarin’ screamed at the top of his lungs before a thick and gloopy white liquid rushed its way down Spitfire’s neck. The feeling within Soarin’s cock, the ticklish and pleasureable feeling that made his cock vibrate and throb in delight made him beg for her to go faster. He whimpered in a begging fashion and the sweating and lustful mare on the end of his cock began to use her tongue to sweep up some of the sperm that did not make it into her mouth. She gargled at the salty, white but tasty liquid stuck to her throat. She pulled away to catch her breath back, but she did keep licking the small hole which allowed the ejaculation to flow out to clean it out.
The sticky and soaked Spitfire was panting as cum dripped from her lips and onto her tits, the stained and soaked fur on Spitfire’s skin was gooey just like the cum she swallowed. Soarin’ leaned down to clean her breasts of the cum, swirling his tongue around the thick liquid upon her chest. Cleaning each and every spot and adding a few loving sucks, he swallowed it and then pulled away, panting.
Spitfire fell back, out of breath and energy as all of her lust was spent. Same went for Soarin’ as he laid down beside her, resting an arm across her as they both panted to catch their breath back. This was beyond anything they had both expected, and that was a good thing. They were both left with a pleasure filled smile on their faces. They may have not been ready to do the proper thing, but what they did was good enough for them… at least for now.
“W-well that was fun…” Soarin’ commented tiredly. “Really… really fun.” The out of breath lovers cuddled each other. Soarin’ applied a loving kiss to Spifire’s forehead before laying his head back down on the floor, and Spitfire gently caressed his mane while looking into his emerald green eyes.
“W-well… I’d hate to sound soft, but I love you so much,” she held him close in a gentle embrace. Soarin’ returned the hug and then pecked her cheek before closing his eyes.
“I love you too…” he mumbled as he dozed off. “Spitfire…”