Life Moves On

Spitfire ended up heading back to Soarin's house. It was further to fly but she thought his bed was more comfortable for what she was planning. After they had piled through the front door, before it had even finished swinging shut the two pegasi were locked together in a passionate kiss, the smaller fiery mare locking her hooves around Soarin's neck and pulling him closer.

Spitfire's tongue probed at Soarin's teeth and he quickly opened his mouth, allowing her entry. The mare could taste the cider from earlier in the evening in the kiss as their tongues playfully fought for dominance. After a short eternity, but still less than either would have liked, the two pegasi broke apart, gasping for air.

“Goddesses, you have no idea how much I've wanted to do that after today's show!” Spitfire panted.

“Heh, I think I have some idea,” Soarin replied, leaning in to gently grasp a yellow ear before swiftly moving down and kissing and nibbling at the lithe pegasus' neck, starting to push the collar of her fleece lined jacket out of the way.

Spitfire let out a soft moan at the sensations but forced herself back from the stallion, in spite of almost every fibre of her being urging her not to, “Soarin, stop,” she breathed.

The stallion backed off immediately and his ears flattened, “Sorry, I thought you wanted-”

“Oh yes, I absolutely do!” Spitfire quickly cut him off. “But I've got something special in mind and didn't want to get carried away and spoil it.”

“Oh?” the stallion perked right back up, intrigued.

“Just wait down here a sec, I'll call when you can come up.”

Spitfire slowly made her way up the stairs, exaggerating the sway of her bare rump and flicking a wing out at the end of each sway for emphasis. Her fiery tail swung with each step, allowing Soarin teasing glimpses of the treasure beneath. At the top of the stairs, the lithe pegasus looked over her shoulder at the captivated stallion down below and winked at him, before quickly darting into the bedroom and slamming the door behind her.

Soarin couldn't help but pace around the ground floor of his home as he waited for Spitfire to beckon him but by the fifth lap he took his clothing off and tossed it into the washing machine before he flew to the upper floor and just sat waiting out in the hallway, his tail thrashing impatiently. He didn't know what could possibly take so long but he resolved himself to be a gentlecolt and not try to peek through the keyhole. After what felt like forever, Soarin heard Spitfire shout for him to come in. The eager stallion almost tripped over himself in his rush but managed to catch himself at the last possible moment and swung the door open as normally as possible instead of simply bursting in. His eyes went as wide as dinner plates and his thundering heart skipped a beat at what he saw.

Spitfire lounged seductively on the bed, her hindlegs just hanging off the edge facing the door and tail flagged high to one side, her wings already half raised away from her body and her chest fur fluffed up. The mare was wearing long stockings on all four legs, striped in the signature blue and yellow of the Wonderbolts. The stockings on her back legs framed her burning phoenix cutie mark and were carefully attached to a blue garter belt, made of material so thin it was translucent, itself framing a pair of panties that replicated the pattern of the flight suit the mare had been wearing just hours previously. Topping it all off, Spitfire had a pear of flying goggles strapped around her forehead as she looked back at Soarin with one half lidded eye.

“Since I helped you out of your clothes earlier, I thought you could return the favour,” the yellow pegasus said huskily.

Soarin could only stand there dumbly in shock, immediately feeling pressure start to build between his legs.

“I take it by your slack-jawed impression that you approve?” Spitfire teased.

Soarin nodded dumbly, before frowning slightly, “How did you sneak all of this in here?”

“My jacket has a lot of pockets,” the mare replied.

“You had them with you the whole evening?” Spitfire nodded in reply and Soarin whistled. “Naughty filly!”

Spitfire flushed a little and looked up, “I did have to borrow your goggles though.”

“Don't sweat it,” Soarin casually brushed it off. “Right now they look better on you than they ever did on me. Goddesses, you're so sexy!”

Spitfire grinned and rolled over on the bed like a cat, “So, are you just going to admire the view all night or come and get things started?”

Like a blue lightning bolt Soarin flew to the bed and climbed over the mare, careful not to tread on her outspread wings. Their lips immediately locked in a heated kiss as their hooves started roaming, Spitfire's velvety legwear making her stallion shiver at the unusual, soft touch. Spitfire moaned into the kiss as Soarin grabbed at a sensitive cutie mark before trailing the hoof up her back to gently massage between her wings.

With his hoof pinned between a squirming mare and the bedsheets, Soarin felt he didn't have enough leverage and rolled them so they were moth lying on their sides. In this new position, Soarin could press and massage the base of her wings much more firmly and started peppering kisses and nibbles down the yellow mare's neck, causing her breath to hitch. Soarin kept travelling along the mare's back until he reached the base of a wing. The stallion gripped the base of the appendage gently with his teeth, using his tongue to gently probe the scapular feathers on the leading edge of her golden yellow wing, while still massaging the powerful flight muscles on her back and barrel with a free hoof.

Spitfire couldn't help but flop her head into the pillows and let out a low, satisfied moan. The quills of a pegasus' feathers bed into skin tightly packed with nerve endings so they can instinctively feel air flowing over their wings in flight and make tiny, minute adjustments with the delicate control muscles. All of these nerves were being excited by the blue stallion's careful preening and sent shivers of pleasure racing up Spitfire's spine.

Soarin continued outwards, towards her wing tips where it was even more sensitive, giving her alula a tweak earned him a pleasured gasp from the mare rapidly becoming putty in his hooves. It was a familiar dance, he had preened her like this more times than he could remember over the years. It was a point of pride that he had learned every little tweak and nudge that excited the yellow mare while leaving every feather behind in perfect condition.

Preening like this was a deep show of trust between partners. If not careful it would be easy to leave feathers out of place requiring more self preening later or, more seriously could damage vital flight feathers. In casual encounters wing play would rarely happen.

Right now Spitfire was in heaven as the blue stallion carefully tweaking a primary before running it through his mouth and carefully zipping together and loose or frayed barbs, all the while bending it just enough to magnify the oh so subtle sensations of his ministrations. The mare felt the excitement building in her core and her tail started twitching as she felt heat building between her legs. As Soarin worked back along Spitfire's wing through towards her secondaries her marehood flexed and winked, her clit rubbing against her taught panties in the process. The material was different to her flight suit, offering slightly more friction and adding to the sensations. The mare was on the verge of losing control altogether and decided to take charge, so she carefully removed her wing from Soarin's grip and scrambled over to her knees, panting.

“All right, enough of that for now,” she gasped, trying to sound as authoritative as possible given the situation. “Against the headboard.”

Soarin moved to comply, sitting up and resting his back against the head of the bed, his wings splayed to either side and his hind legs spread slightly. The look on the lithe mare's face was almost predatory as she crawled up to the stallion, noting that his cock had already slipped from its' sheath but was still relatively limp, flopping around under gravity but noticeably twitching with excitement as Spitfire eyed it up.

The mare playfully pounced like a cat, kissing and nuzzling her stallion, grinding her covered mound against his dick while the two pegasi pawed at each other like they were teenagers again. Spitfire nibbled at Soarin's neck as she rocked her hips against him, feeling his stallionhood stiffen between them, rubbing over her covered pussy and teats. When the yellow pegasus felt his erection throbbing and stiff under her, she looked Soarin in the eyes with the most “come hither” look she could muster.

“Time to really get this show started,” she purred, and crawled down the stallion's body, kissing and licking at the well defined muscles on his chest as she went. Quickly she was between his legs, and took a moment to admire his mottled penis, standing proud and twitching gently in time with Soarin's heartbeat, sniffing at his musky, masculine aroma before diving in.

The experienced Wonderbolt started off slow, opening her maw and gently sucking and licking from the base of his shaft, mapping every bulging vein with her tongue. As she got to the medial ring she gave it the lightest tug with her teeth, making her stallion gasp and squirm above her, before she licked all around it, all the while staring innocently into Soarin's eyes.

The blue stallion was enjoying himself immensely as Spitfire continued to work, taking a hoof and rolling a testicle in it, marvelling at the perfect heft of it and gently massaging it before moving onto the other, all the while still moving up towards the flared head of his cock. The yellow mare licked the ridge at the back of the sensitive head of the stallion's penis, eking out the teasing before she got started in earnest.

Spitfire couldn't hold out for long though and moved to the tip of Soarin's cock, swiping her broad tongue over the flat head in one sensuous motion, making the stallion shudder. So far the stallionhood hadn't really tasted of anything, just clean skin from the earlier shower and just the barest hint of sweat from the flights to and from the club. But now as the mare's tongue passed over his urethra she picked up some of the excited stallion's pre. Strangely sweet and salty simultaneously, and undeniably male, it sung to the most primitive parts of Spitfire's brain and she loved it.

The yellow mare carried on licking around the wide, flat head while now running a silken hoof up and down his length, coaxing more precum out and lapping the beads up with her skilful tongue as they formed. Spitfire was enormously pleased to see that by now Soarin had been reduced to the same state of bliss that he had reduced her to just minutes before, and decided to turn things up further.

Stretching her mouth wide, she carefully worked the tip of his cock into her mouth, all the while lashing her tongue against his underside. When she felt the tip threaten to bump the back of her throat her lips were just touching his medial ring. The yellow mare started to slowly bob up and down, savouring the spire like a particularly delicious popsicle, pulling back to just the tip before slowly working her way down again. Spitfire couldn't ignore the burning wetness between her legs any more and almost subconsciously snaked a hoof down between her thighs to rub at her mound through her taut panties.

Soarin's dick throbbed appreciatively and the stallion groaned, turned on beyond measure at the sight of the fiery pegasus now almost demurely sucking him off. The yellow mare took a deep breath through her nostrils before relaxing her throat as much as she could and slowly pushing down, feeling the fat head of Soarin's cock bumping against the back of her throat making her gag a little. The first time after a while was always tricky. The yellow pegasus screwed her eyes shut and her ears flattened against her head as she concentrated, working the cock into her gullet almost agonisingly slowly. The medial ring slipped past her jaws as she sank lower, her throat stretching out around the stallionhood. Reflexively swallowing around the thick piece of meat, Spitfire slowly worked more of him into her. It was difficult, but Spitfire was nothing if not determined. She hadn't let anything beat her yet and she wasn't about to now.

The yellow pegasus kept making agonisingly slow progress, moving only a fraction of a centimetre at a time, but Soarin was in heaven, it had been a long time since Spitfire had gone down on him like this and the feeling of her tight throat stretching around his girth and reflexively tugging at it all the while Spitfire was involuntarily making extraordinarily obscene moans around his pride was testing his willpower not to simply give in and blow his load down his mare's throat right now! The yellow mare's nose bumped into soft fuzz on Soarin's pelvis and her wings twitched as the little pony in her head did celebratory aerobatics. She still had it! Spitfire could only hold it for a few seconds though. She'd been unable to breathe this whole time with Soarin's shaft blocking her throat and even though her pegasus anatomy meant she could cope with lower levels of oxygen than any of the other tribes of pony her lungs were still burning, screaming at her for air. Reluctantly, she quickly pulled herself off the throbbing stallionhood and started gulping down great lungfuls of precious oxygen.

“W-wow, that was incredible,” Soarin panted.

“We're not done yet, stud,” Spitfire growled as she wiped her streaming eyes, her voice much more hoarse than usual. “This time I'm not going to stop until you finish.”

Spitfire guided Soarin's hooves to the back of her head, next to her ears, “Just let me up if I tap, OK?” Her unoccupied hoof squeezed at one of Soarin's cutie marks for emphasis.

The stallion nodded eagerly and Spitfire went back to work, taking his cock back into her throat and allowing Soarin to guide her motion with the hooves on her head. As always, he started off slowly and carefully, as if the mare would break at the lightest touch. Gradually he started gaining confidence and started jerking her on his dick more quickly and swabbing her throat more deeply. This was more like what Spitfire was after. One of her deeper fetishes was to be used carelessly for a stallion's pleasure, reducing her mouth and throat to little more than a cocksleeve. It had taken a long time to get Soarin to open up to the idea, he really was a big softy. Even now as he was really starting to get into it, his back arching in pleasure Spitfire could feel the care in every motion just behind the roughness. The stallion really didn't want to hurt her and if she was being honest Spitfire couldn't help herself love him for it. A lot of stallions would simply give in to their own pleasure without any restraint at all.

Occasionally taking Soarin out of her throat to snatch a breath she was really starting to get face fucked now, the blue stallion's hips gently thrusting up to meet her descending face. Reflexive tears were streaming from her eyes and she was making obscene gluking noises around his head each time the stallion plunged himself into her throat. Already turned on beyond belief, Soarin knew he couldn't hold out for long even if he wanted to, pent up as he was.

“I'm close!” he breathed.

Spitfire simply hummed around him and came up one last time for air before redoubling her efforts, driving herself onto him even harder than the stallion was guiding her to. Pressure started to build rapidly deep in the stallion's pelvis. Spitfire felt the broad head start to swell and quickly drove herself as deep as she comfortably could before his flare expanded and became rigid, stretching her throat to uncomfortable limits and locking in place. The yellow pegasus threw her hooves around the stallion's waist as he bucked and jerked, trying to blink the tears from her eyes to see the adorable expressions on his face as she bought him to he highest peaks of pleasure he was capable of.

Spitfire felt the heavy throbbing in Soarin's cock as he lost all control, almost able to feel the first heavy pulse racing up through her mouth inside him. She started swallowing before the initial load, both bracing herself and making Soarin see stars in the process. The stallion's cockhead erupted deep in the mare's stretched throat, almost forcing itself down into her stomach. Spitfire eagerly swallowed the heavy cum, loving the feeling of it sliding the rest of the way down her throat.

Soarin's flare started to soften in the last couple of pulses and Spitfire pulled up off of him, the last weak dribble pouring out over her tongue, giving her a taste of his virile seed. She couldn't help but cough and splutter a little as his softening stallionhood came out of her mouth, trying to catch the lewd spray of cum and spittle with a foreleg. After Spitfire had caught herself she turned to Soarin and made an exaggerated show of swallowing what she had left in her mouth before opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out.

“Enjoy yourself there?” she asked, wiping her eyes with a clean towel she'd strategically placed next to the bed before cleaning her leg and mouth off. She didn't want to stain these socks!

“It's like I've died and gone to paradise,” the stallion answered, now sprawled out flat on his back.

“That good, eh?” Spitfire purred, crawling back up to Soarin. “I hope you're not done yet though.”

“Oh no, not by a long shot,” the blue stallion replied, bringing the yellow mare in for a kiss and wrapping his hooves around her. This time they were more restrained, although Soarin could still taste hints of himself in Spitfire's mouth. He didn't mind though, he'd returned the favour often enough.

The fiery pegasus was content just to be held, gently grinding herself against one of his legs while Soarin basked in his afterglow, gently smooching and nuzzling one another. The blue stallion gently moved a hoof down between the mare's legs and gently started to stroke and massage her mound, stimulating her clit through her panties. Spitfire purred appreciatively and pressed eagerly into a kiss with Soarin, their tongues dancing as the orange pegasus arched her back and rubbed herself more vigorously against her stallion.

Soarin broke the kiss and pulled the squirming mare more closely against himself with his spare hoof, earning a series of pleasured gasps as he nibbled at her ear then started nibbling down her neck, all the while keeping a hoof rubbing between her legs.

Spitfire realised where things were going and tried to pull away.

“Wait a sec there, Soarin,” she gasped.

The stallion immediately stopped what he was doing and let her roll away, looking at the orange mare with concern.

“What's wrong, are you all right?” he asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” Spitfire replied, reaching down to fiddle with the straps of her garter, “I just want to get these off.” Spitfire reached down with her forehooves to start pushing down her panties.

Soarin reached down and stopped the mare's hooves.

“Allow me,” he said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

The orange pegasus groaned and rolled her eyes but a smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Well, I did say I wanted you to do some undressing,” she replied, rolling onto her side.

The blue stallion grinned and shuffled down the bed, kissing and nipping teasingly at Spitfire's toned chest and stomach, eliciting a giggle from the mare. When Soarin reached the thin strip of material across the top of Spitfire's thigh he gently gripped it in his teeth and slowly pulled it down. Soarin nuzzled the image of a burning phoenix on Spitfire's flank as he carried on gently tugging at the garment, eliciting a soft moan from Spitfire; her cutie-marks were especially sensitive.

Soarin internally lamented that in this position he wouldn't be able to see the fabric revealing Spitfire's teats or peeling away from her sopping marehood, but his hardening cock twitched at the thought of it. The fiery mare wiggled her hips to help the stallion undress her.

Soarin tossed the sodden garment away and looked down at Spitfire. She was looking at him over her shoulder, blushing heavily. Her tail was flagged up, sprawling over the bed, giving Soarin an unobstructed view of Spitfire's marehood. The outer lips were swollen with need, allowing a tantalising sliver of bright pink visible between them. As Soarin looked, Spitfire's pussy winked open, flashing her clitoris out into the open for a heartbeat and spreading herself open in a flash before retreating, adding another small amount of moisture on her outer lips.

The stallion repositioned himself, gently rolling Spitfire onto her back and moving between her legs. Spitfire laid her head back and sighed as Soarin started peppering her inner thighs with kisses and nibbles, venturing close to the source of her tension but teasingly veering away, instead moving up to take a nipple in his mouth and sucking gently on it. Spitfire let out a gentle huff at the sensation, the stallion moving a forehoof to massage the other teat simultaneously.

As the first nipple became erect in his mouth, Soarin switched to the other mound and started lavishing licks onto Spitfire's second teat. The mare moaned and tried to grind her hips up towards the stallion, her engorged pussy desperate for attention and winking incessantly, but he just kept tenderly massaging the small mounds of her teats.

“Soarin, please!” Spitfire pleaded. “Stop messing around and just eat me out already!”

The stallion quickly moved to oblige, letting go of the nipple in his mouth and pressed his muzzle into her engorged slit. He didn't give any pretence to subtlety, diving right in and pushing his tongue in as deep as it could go before gently rubbing his tongue against her clitoris, positioning his mouth so the nub rubbed against his lips during her frequent winks.

Spitfire's back arched off of the bed, her spread wings twitching. Her hips ground desperately into Soarin's muzzle as her stocking clad forehooves held his head in place between her legs.

“Oh goddesses, Soarin! Please don't stop!”

The stallion had no intention to. He was relishing the moans and gasps coming from the pegasus mare who was normally so gruff in public. Soarin could feel the fiery mare's tunnel trying to clench down on his tongue and the grip of her thighs and hooves was almost uncomfortable. Soarin knew all of Spitfire's most sensitive of spots, working each of them over in turn, alternating with deep licks into her tunnel to gentle nips outside, occasionally teasing her winking clit with his muzzle or a swipe of his tongue. The mare arched her hips, trying to thrust into Soarin's face all the more, all the while moaning like the sweetest of music to Soarin's ears.

“I'm so close!” Spitfire breathed.

Soarin rubbed at the mare's cutie-marks with his hooves and when her next desperate wink came the stallion gently captured the engorged bud with his lips, sucking gently and swiping his tongue over the tip. That was all it took to send Spitfire spiralling over the edge. Her entire body trembled as her tunnel rhythmically clenched down on nothing and she splashed copious amounts of juices into Soarin's muzzle. The stallion lapped up as much as he could, prolonging Spitfire's orgasm with gentle ministrations.

Spitfire's peak eventually came to an end and she relaxed her grip on Soarin, who carefully moved over her, carefully stepping over the wings haphazardly splayed out over the bed. Spitfire looked up at him with half lidded eyes, still catching her breath. Soarin leaned in and nuzzled her.

“Enjoy yourself?” he whispered huskily into her ear.

“Mmm.” Spitfire murmured, moving to catch Soarin in a gentle kiss, heedless of her own taste still lingering on his lips, dimly aware that the stallion was returning the favour from earlier in the evening. Shifting her hips, Spitfire felt something prod against one of her thighs, dragging on the straps to her garter. Stealing a glance down, she could see Soarin's stallionhood back to full mast.

“Looks like somepony's ready to go again,” she said.

“Well, I just reduced the sexiest mare alive to a puddle on the bed, can you blame me?” Soarin replied with a cocky smirk.

Spitfire playfully batted at him with a forehoof. “You want to watch that ego before you can't fit out of the door!” Spitfire giggled. She quickly regained her composure and reached up to stroke Soarin's shoulders with her stocking clad hooves, giving him a smouldering look as she did so.

“Still sexiest mare alive, huh? I guess flattery will get you anywhere,” Spitfire huskily breathed. “Come on and rut me, you big goof.”

Soarin rolled his hips, feeling the flared flat tip of his cock dragging across Spitfire's velvety fur, seeking it's familiar target between her legs. With practised ease he quickly found the hot, slick treasure and pressed his cockhead gently against her engorged lips, just enough to slightly part her entrance. Feeling the marehood flex and wink, slightly pulling itself apart, Soarin simultaneously thrust, suddenly pushing his flared tip into her warm, welcoming embrace.

Spitfire drew in a breath at the sudden penetration, gripping Soarin more tightly. The stallion knew that Spitfire greatly enjoyed the initial thrusts into her while she winked and slowly worked his way in an inch at a time. No matter how often they'd done this over the years, Soarin couldn't help but revel in the sensation of her hot slick walls hugging his dick, fitting perfectly snugly like a glove.

Soarin stayed still for a moment. Spitfire loved the intimacy of this position, able to bury her face in his shoulder and enjoy their closeness. She felt safe and secure in the stallion's embrace, able to feel his excited heart beating in his chest and also more pointedly pulsing through his stallionhood buried deep inside her. On occasion, the two pegasi would spend a lazy morning spooning and mating slowly and softly, letting time run slowly by like honey.

Today however, Spitfire wasn't in the mood for that sort of thing. She needed rutting. She rocked her hips back and forth, grinding Soarin's cock within her. The stallion got the hint and slowly withdrew, his medial ring rubbing over her clitoris and flared head rubbing all along her canal as it withdrew. Instinctively, Spitfire's marehood flexed and winked, trying to pull the stallionhood back in, to fill the sudden emptiness it left. With only the flat head of his cock still in her clasping pussy, Soarin thrust back in one smooth stroke.

“You have no idea how much I've needed this,” Spitfire moaned, “it's been too long.” In truth, after the earlier show, riding high on the waves of adrenaline she'd wanted nothing more than to jump Soarin in the showers but his wing had prevented it. Spitfire wouldn't dare voice this though, it would only make Soarin feel even worse about his predicament.

Spitfire's inner musings were wiped out by Soarin's next thrust. The stallion had settled himself lower so the soft fur on his belly rubbed against Spitfire's teats as he moved, adding to her stimulation. The orange mare gripped Soarin more closely, locking him in a deep kiss even as she locked her legs around his rump and rocked her hips against him.

Soarin broke for air as he picked up his pace. He loved being able to look down at Spitfire, her mane messed up on the bed and more importantly her half lidded eyes and smile showing the stallion she was loving this as much as he was. The fabric covered hooves gripping him tightly only adding to the experience. The firm clenching of Spitfire's inner walls against the entire length of his cock as he pistoned into her was divine. He knew he wasn't going to last long, but the way Spitfire was gasping and arching to press against him he knew she wouldn't either.

“Spits!” he panted. “I'm close!”

“Me too!” Spitfire responded, also gasping for air.

The stimulation of Soarin's medial ring grinding over her desperately winking clit, the head of his cock rubbing her walls in just the right way, his fur rubbing her teats and just his closeness was driving Spitfire wild. She could feel herself tensing like a coiled spring ready to release, she just needed one extra little push.

Soarin felt the familiar insistent pressure building between his legs and his steady rhythm became erratic. Spitfire could feel the stallion's cock begin to flare, stretching her deepest barrier. She thought about Soarin's impending climax and unbidden imagined his seed filling her and leaving her with his foal. That was all it took and she plunged over the edge, crying out Soarin's name and buried her face in his neck, trembling as she came harder than she could ever remember. Soarin felt Spitfire's soft tunnel squeeze his stallionhood, milking it for all it was worth. He thrust into Spitfire one last time, hilting himself as deeply as he could, his flared cockhead pressing against her cervix.

Soarin's balls pulled close to his body and he started releasing potent pulses of seed deep within Spitfire, held there under pressure by his flared head and forcing it into the mare's waiting womb. Spitfire could feel Soarin's dick pulsing within her and the sudden liquid warmth flooding deep within. This served to prolong her own orgasm, her pussy milking him for every precious drop.

After a short eternity, Soarin's spurts petered out and both pegasi came down from their respective highs. Spitfire relaxed her grip on Soarin and he collapsed to the side on the bed, his rapidly softening cock pulling out of her and allowing a a deluge of their combined juices to pour from Spitfire's marehood, dripping onto the sheets the sheets. The yellow pegasus rolled over as well and the pair lay face to face, gently rubbing noses briefly before Spitfire turned around again so the pair could comfortably spoon,

“That was incredible,” Spitfire said as enjoyed Soarin's warmth like a big fuzzy blanket.

"Mhmm," Soarin groaned in agreement, "That was really great."

"We should really do it more often," he added with a playful wink.

Spitfire playfully swatted at the stallion.

"See, what did I say about living life between your legs?"

"You love me for it though, knowing that you're irresistible," Soarin said.

Spitfire hummed in agreement before settling back into the sheets more comfortably and sighed.

"Still, it's been a really crazy day today, hasn't it?" Spitfire said quietly.

"I still can't help but worry about the future though. About what it holds. For the Wonderbolts, for us," Spitfire's voice was barely above a murmur.

Spitfire felt Soarin cuddle her just that little bit closer.

“It doesn't matter what it does, we'll face it together,” Soarin replied.

“Thanks, Soarin.”

“You're welcome. I'll always be here if you need me.”

Spitfire hummed in agreement. She felt Soarin slowly fall asleep, finally overcome by the day's exertions. For Spitfire though sleep didn't come as easily as she thought about what the future might bring. Eventually though, the warm comfort of the stallion holding her and her own fatigue finally caught up to her and she gradually drifted off into slumber.