The captain's dependency

by Omegafr

Rating: mature
Tags: Thunderlane, Porn, Fetish, Sex, Spitfire, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3514

It's been a month since Spitfire hasn't satisfied his primary desires, and his booty call is no longer available. Too full of pride to face it uncovered, she turns to a precarious but successful solution, and decides to have fun with one of her ...

It's been a month since Spitfire hasn't satisfied his primary desires, and his booty call is no longer available.
Too full of pride to face it uncovered, she turns to a precarious but successful solution, and decides to have fun with one of her recruits.

This is my first attempt at a clop story, so I look forward to your constructive feedback.

Published 2020-09-02 10:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-09-02 10:30:01 UTC

The black one is a good one

"He should be here any minute!" Said a voice that sounded as if it was impatient in a confined space.

That voice belonged to Spitfire, the current captain of the Wonderbolts, who has become a central figure in the world of equestrian sport. A mare with fiery mane and a bitter yellow coat, she had the physique, skill and authoritative character that many admired in her. Many mares took her as a model of undeniable success, and many stallions could afford to fantasize about the pretty pegasus without any consequences, but the reverse was already a little more difficult.

Spitfire loves sex, she loves powerful stallions that would give her an unequivocal ride and she appreciated being able to do this at least once a week for some time now. This would of course remain in the most total privacy, if this were to become known, the mare would be in unprecedented shame, especially in view of her position. Her popularity would be tarnished and, in her opinion, would chill many of their admirers, not to mention the other problems it would create within the academy. So much so that she did not hesitate, from her beginnings in the wonderful world of sex, to watch a stallion in her daily life for several days or even weeks before embarking on an anal and oral routine with him.

She had never received any rejection from them, which made her activity less disabling, and a stallion refusing her would probably be considered crazy or gay.

She had been having an affair of this kind for nearly two years with an old college friend who worked at the Cloudstale Cloud Factory, relatively close to the Wonderbolt Academy. Not a week went by without her visiting him in his apartment for a warm party on the living room table or his cozy bed. Sometimes she even wanted to be penetrated and hugged against some wall, because Spitfire's other secret about her relationships was that she always wanted to be dominated, as opposed to the image she gave in public.

She knows that many would be disappointed to learn this, but the captain had dominated her first relationships without problems, without any resistance, and also without pleasure. So, from guy to guy, she found that playing the shy and terribly sexy and inviting student was the best role to release her semen on her partner's sex while moaning loudly while she was taken.

But this haven of happiness with this light brown pegasus was bound to come to end at some point, as it was finally transferred to the crystal empire's cloud factory, which was in dire need of manpower. He was devastated by the news, so he begged Spitfire to join him there.

Luckily, pegasus wasn't the type to fall in love with a simple booty call, but he had a few problems with it, though. Already, she was going to miss his friend's dark, long and venomous cock, knowing that she had been taking and sucking it for two years, and that he was putting all his strength into her pelvis to please her, a noticeable attention. But she admitted that changing her cock would surely do her good and discovering new flavors was not to be refused either.

The real problem was in finding this new cock, and with her daily schedule, she couldn't afford to wander the streets looking for a well-built and trustworthy male. On the contrary, she even thought she only had time to suck a few minutes a member of a random stud.

She had to use all her ingenuity to find a solution that would satisfy her quickly and anonymously. It had been a month since she had swallowed nothing and she was starting to become more and more unpleasant towards the recruits because of this, she was literally no stallion to fuck and it irritated her. If her friends or teammates had to learn her remedy to be a captain like her, they would be speechless for a while, hence the urgency.

So that's how she remembered the fantasy that some of her former sex buddies had mentioned: the glory hole.

Its primary function being to keep the identity of both partners secret is enough to be the perfect solution to the Spitfire problem. More over, she already had several rather attractive recruits under her hoof with members under their tight suits who were just waiting for her mouth to be conquered. And so she put her plan into action today.

And that why she's now in a simple cardboard box, big enough to let her move at her ease though.

"I hope the rookie's had a good workout!" She said, loving the extra aroma of a stallion after work, and proving that he was probably training hard.

"Damn chore, why am I the one doing it this week?" Complained about a stallion with an unusual haircut. "I'm working my ass off at practice, though."

This week, the task of cleaning the training suits fell to Thunderlane, who had to wait until all the other recruits were in the booths to borrow them. And while he was still sweating from his previous route, he was forced to go to the back room, where a washing machine was set up. With a large box full of overalls, he flew to the entrance, where he was finally able to settle down and enter using the keys to the door.

After a slight sigh, he closed the door again, not liking the scene where Rainbow Dash would come and make fun of him and compare him to a maid. It must be said that the disaster she made the day she had to take care of this task forced Spitfire to dismiss her again. Thunderlane thought this was unfair, that and the fact that she was still a better outfielder than he was.

However, he resisted the idea of giving up and started cleaning up, knowing what powder to use so he wouldn't color the outfits in candy pink at least. He turned on the machine and had to resign himself to waiting ten minutes, the boredom could begin, his eyes now wandering around the room full of boxes of all kinds.

He was so bored that he hadn't noticed when he came in that one of them was different. Larger to begin with, but also with a hole at the bottom and the inscription "glory hole" above it, all accompanied by an arrow.

It took the stallion's brain a while to figure it out, especially since his brain shut down the moment he entered here. But when the two ends were transmitted, he was very disturbed, knowing exactly what it meant.

Who would make such a bad joke here, he wondered, especially among the wonderbolts, except Rainbow Dash of course. But since she had no access to the room, he ruled it out.

He doesn't seem to want to come closer for the moment, I will have to force him to come, deducting the one that was hiding inside the said box and who had written the said inscription. Without speaking in case he recognized it, it gave a slight knock to the box, giving an indication of its existence.

As he looked at the brown box, it began to make a distinctive sound, definitively waking up the stallion, not to the point of making him jump, but his eyes were totally open and concentrated.

Despite the roaring sound of the washing machine behind him, he was sure he heard and saw the inanimate box move. Was the inscription more than just a joke, could it be that...

"Impossible!" Said Thunderlane out loud, it couldn't happen. Scenarios of this kind of fiction couldn't really happen, especially in a prestigious academy like the Wonderbolt Academy, but curiosity began to make effect. He stood up and moved on the tip of his hooves to the suspicious box, inspected it to see that it was completely closed except for this hole big enough to see through with his eye.

He did so, but saw nothing inside, it was empty. In any case, that's what his eyes told him about his peripheral and incomplete vision. For fear of being the victim of a hidden camera, he moved back a little before speaking.

"Uh, is anyone in there?" He asked out of instinct, worried that a pony might be trapped inside, which would make the inscription a very bad joke.

Spitfire, which was positioned under the hole so as not to be seen, heard the request, and recognized the voice. It was this promising recruit, a black stallion with his original mane, she think she was happy. Legend has it that dark skins have a larger than average one, well, it's time to find out with the darkest skin.

All she had to do was show her desire without using his voice. She simply gave an extra blow, hoping not to startle the stallion.

Thunderlane almost flew to the ceiling when she heard the suspicious noise again, someone was in it.

"Are you stuck inside?" He asked as he stepped back on his clogs.

He only received another blow in response. Not knowing what it meant, he spoke again.

"Give one knock for yes and two for no! Are you stuck?" He explained for further explanation.

The person gave two blows.

"What? Does that mean you're here of your own free will?"

One more blow, but not two.

"But, why? Can you talk to me?"

He got two hits.

"What do you mean, you're gagged or something?"

Inside, Spitfire had to choke a laugh and gave two shots, she should think of a scenario like that for later, it sounded pretty exciting.

"You can talk to me then, why don't you talk?" asked the Mohawk stallion, really questioning his choice.

The person here is here of her own free will, she's not trapped or anything, so why is she hiding...

Thunderlane ends up reading the words in front of him again, and imagining the unlikely scenario that is taking place. He decided to find out for sure.

"Uh, you know... there's something written on the box."

He got a punch in the box.

"Uh, it says... glory hole. Did you write that?" He said, then, being generous to say his words in front of probably a stranger.

She was hit against the box. Thunderlane blushes at the answer.

"Uh, so you're here to..."

A blow harder than the others was thrown, seemingly impatient, which definitely turned the stallion in the right direction.

It's true that it's been a few weeks since I've had this kind of attention, maybe I should give in, he thought. He checked that the room didn't have a camera, then asked unsure.

"Okay, so... last question, are you a stallion or a mare? I need a proof!" He insisted, the disturbing situation in which he found himself preventing him from using all his conscience.

Thunderlane, that's her name, the captain thought to herself as she remembered. All that was needed was to prove to him that she was a mare with libido to spare, something that was easy to show thanks to her tumultuous experiences. She made only one turn on her already open lunge to make a shy moan that no one would think would come from a mare like her, keeping her cover.

This one made Thunderlane shudder with envy, his heart beating strongly as he finally decided to go even further.

"Okay, I see. So... even if you don't want to show up... I'm going!" He said to the stranger before getting into position.

He knew how to recognize a real moan of pure pleasure from a fake when he heard it, and that was enough for him now to believe in the improbable situation that was about to happen. With his front hooves resting on top of the cardboard, he moved his crotch to be aligned with the still sufficient entrance.

He knew his limb would become the size of the hole when she started her business, but he didn't care that much. He moved forward one last time to appear on the other side.

Not bad at all, Spitfire thought to himself as he finally saw his present slip through the slot. It was about the size of its old plan when it was at its best, so she was going to have some work to do with such a big chunk.

She examined him for a few more seconds, checking the thin, inconspicuous veins and the dark, inviting tip before finally catching him dry in his hoof. While she wasn't expecting such soft skin to feel, she had heard the surprised groan of his owner, who must have been delighted to understand that it would be exactly what he wanted in the end.

She also felt a few drops of sweat on her limb, and licked her lips with her raspy tongue in anticipation of the taste. A slight shudder came out of the stallion's mouth and he began to compare the mare's actions inside with his past experiences of jerking off.

This excited the mare all the more, and with the added expectation and patience she showed, she started without further ado. Her lips curled around the dark, soft tip and Spitfire's wandering tongue gave him repeated blows before continuing with several spanking turns. She never left the feeling of finally and again having a cock in the corner of her mouth, and she didn't seem to be the only one to enjoy it. As Thunderlane on the other side tried to put more of her limb through both holes simultaneously, one superfluous, wooden and round and the next hot, wet and in action.

Spitfire couldn't take it anymore and seeing the already overwhelming size of the sex overtaking, she pushed herself to the hole in the cardboard and engulfed the whole thing in a noisy gulp. This surprised Thunderlane wonderfully, being only able to give proof for good work by him long moaning and hardening sex inside the mare's mouth. It definitely looked like Rainbow Dash, and he hoped she was the one impaling herself on his penis right now, the thought eating away at his brain.

Despite her provocative and mocking nature, the cyan mare had already shown signs of interest in Thunderlane, and on the other hand, the stallion already had many adventures with Ponyville mares, but Rainbow Dash was still missing from the list. So he could only imagine his colourful friend giving him this fellation as it was so different from the care Cloudchaser or Rarity were giving him.

Far be it from him to think that beyond his superior and rival Ponyville, it was the captain of all the wonderbolts who was taking care of him at the moment. And Spitfire quickly continued her actions, keeping her limb in her mouth as she moved her tongue back and forth and across it continuously. She washed her genitals clean of any sweat that training had accumulated, drinking it like a cheap drink she loved so much.

"Mmmph, not bad, but can be much better." Dropped the stallion smiling over the crate, knowing he shouldn't put Rainbow Dash on a pedestal directly, only a small compliment followed by a pinch of possible improvement would make her even more enterprising.

The non-cyan mare responded to his comment without having to be Rainbow Dash, removing a few inches from the manly sex before taking it up again and again. Multiplying the back and forth, her lips massaged without the support of her tongue the black cock she was dreaming of. And even if she would prefer to be the one who would get fucked, a glory hole simply forces the mares to lead the dance contrary to what she appreciates the most.

It's while listening to another euphoric moan from Thunderlane that she finally cracks and withdraws from her tasty stalk brutally. She wanted to moan that she couldn't stop, and needless to say that this was compromised when she had a large cock in her throat taking up all the space. It was her turn to be serviced.

"Are you... are you catching your breath?" asked the stallion who no longer felt the warmth and intense pleasure his almost familiar lips gave him.

His answer was only a new thrust on his now hard, lubricated and taut limb. But far from the softness of the upper lips, it was now the lower lips that encompassed the still eager stem. She sank straight down as deep as she could, letting her desire to be caught do the rest, even eclipsing the passing pain to concentrate on the good side of this penetration.

This good side was accentuated by Spitfire's first completely audible moan, closing his eyes and stopping at the end of the hole, Thunderlane's cock was completely inside as it had been before. The stallion also gasped, but more surprise than good. Nevertheless, it had the effect of driving him crazy with desire, getting sucked off by the mare he was thinking about was already at the height of his fantasies, but having the opportunity to fuck her yourself must have been a step up.

That's why, as soon as he was surprised by the past event, Thunderlane started to make rough movements to his partner, passing a few centimeters of her sex out of her and out of the hole so that he could insert them again with force and roughness. According to him, Rainbow Dash could not help but love this taking of control, since she was the one who wanted it, Thunderlane made it her mission to satisfy her.

While he was still speeding up the increasingly jerky movements without being hindered by the narrowness of his mare, Spitfire was standing on all fours on the other side. She was giving her all to stay in place, she wouldn't move until Thunderlane had finished kicking her hard. That's what she was looking for, to be taken for a sperm-drinker, that's what she wanted during her escapades with her usual booty call, and that's what she still wants when she's not there. And being hidden from her benefactor only gives her more opportunities to moan ferociously, bringing him confirmation to continue.

The two Pegasuses continued their merry-go-round for a good five minutes, accompanied by an inviting groan and tongues hanging from the corner of their lips. Spitfire didn't expect so much endurance from him, and was overjoyed to see him give it his all to fuck her. But all good things must come to an end.

"Ahh... I'm gonna come, you want me to..." tried to warn Thunderlane first, clinging so tightly to the box that he could crush it with his hooves.

It was without counting on the mare, who had planned everything and quickly withdrew. Thunderlane could start to unload, and didn't stop even when something else curled his dick. It was her lips.

Letting go of everything he had, the stallion couldn't refrain from emptying his semen tank into the mare's already returned throat. He hoped not to choke her with so much juice, but ignored it for a long time, suspecting that Rainbow Dash could easily swallow everything he brought her without complaining. It was when he heard Rainbow Dash's deep groan on his still hardened dick that he gasped for joy, letting him finish.

Spitfire groaned at length on her limb as she still penetrated his mare with her hoof, her own juice falling and dripping down her back thighs to finish her run on the floor of the box she had locked herself in. When she swallowed Thunderlane's excess semen, she finally let go and let it out.

"Wow, that was awesome!" Returning Thunderlane with a bit of trouble to find her balance on her hooves. "Let's do it again anytime, no matter who you are!" He nodded as he returned to the washing machine that had long since stopped running.

Rainbow Dash or not, he was definitely having a good time.

Spitfire gave no sign of life after that, busy catching his breath while the stallion left with his initial chores completed. She took advantage of his absence to finally talk.

"So it's true what they say about black stallions?!" She let go before an idea popped into her mind.

The next day, before the start of the daily morning warm-up, Spitfire made his remarks in front of the full line of new faces, always in his familiar authoritative tone.

"Rookie Thunderlane is tasked until further notice with washing machine duty after final training each day."

While the other recruits, especially Rainbow Dash, couldn't stifle their giggles, Thunderlane smiled cheerfully.

Author's Note

This is my first Clop story, so tell me if you like or not and what can i do for write better Clop.