Up to 3 rounds

by Omegafr

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fleetfoot, Sex, Thunderlane, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Anthro
Length: 3359

Fleetfoot invites Thunderlane to a tennis match, away from the Wonderbolt Academy, for a little privacy.

Fleetfoot invites Thunderlane to a tennis match, away from the Wonderbolt Academy, for a little privacy.

Published 2025-01-26 13:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2025-01-26 13:40:00 UTC

Up to 3 rounds

Warm sand, leaning palm trees and refreshing air was a perfect description of the destination for well-deserved rest after a season of hard work. Leisure and relaxation would be the watchwords for quincunx going there, basking in the sun and bathing in the clear water their priority, but today it was two Wonderbolts who found themselves in this seemingly deserted space.

“Damn, I'm going to be late!” Thunderlane proclaimed as he came running from his last stop, his outfit preventing him from sticking out his wings.

He was dressed in a white polo shirt with black stripes around the collar and equally white shorts barely reaching his thighs. He was wearing two wristbands, which would come in handy in view of the heat of the day, the race he was currently undertaking and the match to come. Finally, he held his white racket in his right hand, ready to take on his opponent even if he'd never played before - it was his idea to offer him a tennis match. The long strides finally brought him to his rendezvous, a simple court halfway between the vacation resort and the beach behind.

He spotted someone on the court swinging his ball in the air as he waited, recognizing the mare from behind.

Hi Fleetfoot, sorry about the re...” He began apologetically, but stopped talking, running and then moving forward when he was a few yards away, as he didn't dare come any closer to the vision he had.

Like him, Fleetfoot had opted for a white outfit that matched his mane and tail color, a transparent visor for the view and a top with a short skirt and a purple band around his waist. In addition to the wristbands on her arms, she wore two more on her upper legs, tightening that part of her body a little more. The blush Thunderlane couldn't help but get was from her too-short skirt, which let her shapely buttocks show as long as her tail wasn't in the way.

“Hi Thunderlane, I've just arrived too don't worry.” She replied, turning towards him and catching the falling ball.

A silence of a few seconds followed, or Thunderlane swore he could see Fleetfoot's gaze sneaking up on him, was she judging his outfit for the match? Possibly, as she was going to be his teacher for today. So why was she blushing too? It's not that hot...

“Well, let's start with a few exchanges to see how you're getting on.” She affirmed as she set off across the court, the little hop over the net giving a clear view of her backside and her white panties with her tail flying to the side.

Thunderlane concentrated on the exchanges rather than what he'd just seen, Wonderbolt outfits are very tight but have the advantage of completely covering the wearer's body, so the risk of being aroused by bare skin is erased, the opposite happening here. The first few balls are difficult as Fleetfoot swings powerful serves and his are more easily caught, but a few minutes are enough for Thunderlane to get a full view of a full match, returning the ball several times thanks to his leg speed and agility.

Thunderlane wins another exchange and Fleetfoot fetches the ball on her own, comforting the stallion about his chances. The mare picks up the ball without bending her knees, giving her partner the best possible view of her round ass and panties already a little wet from the day. The stallion blushed widely before looking away, remembering that she didn't bend down like that at the academy but normally to pick something up. Was she doing it on purpose to break his concentration or what?

“Right, warm-up's over.” She affirmed as she returned to her seat. “So, now is our first match! What's our bet?” She asked, spreading her legs slightly wider than necessary, not helping to keep Thunderlane's face cool.

“My bet?” Asked the stallion, looking into her eyes, not really knowing what she was talking about.

Grabbing his racket with both hands, Fleetfoot kept his legs apart and pulled his shoulders up, creating artificial pressure on his chest, which tightened so much that, with sweat already running down his body, he could see them, no bra hiding them.

The mare's dark nipples and part of her cyan breasts became completely visible through the transparent fabric, the mischievous smile on her face and her ever-increasing blush conveyed the fact that it was all intentional.

“I'm putting this... up to 3 rounds.” she spoke after making sure Thunderlane felt the same as she did, scrutinizing every movement of his scarlet face and wide-open eyes fixed on her chest. What she couldn't see, however, was the stallion's tongue biting the inside of her mouth to slow her arousal, which would soon be visible in such tight shorts.

Clutching his racket handle almost hard enough to break it, the stallion looked back at every mare's nipple he'd seen in his life, unable to imagine one more tempting than the one he was seeing now. He thought about what he should do in this situation, how he'd handled advances in the past, the first step was always to make sure he wasn't mistaken about his intentions.

Recovering his senses, he decided first to remove his polo shirt, which hugged him as tightly as Fleetfoot's garment; his own chest was perhaps already visible, so it was useless anyway. Placing the racket on the ground, he withdrew and tossed the garment into a corner, causing the mare's smile to widen as she waited for an answer. Now on equal terms with her, he felt more comfortable answering.

“Just so I'm not misunderstanding your question, you're talking about the tennis match, aren't you?” He asked, glancing at her pink pupils.

“You're the one who understands what I mean.” Come directly in reply, which would leave Thunderlane in the dark if it weren't for the seductive gaze that so leered at her bare torso, except she wasn't hiding anything.

He laughed at that, finally relieving the pressure. He'd only been on the team a short time but already felt very comfortable there, he finally approached her.

“You didn't ask me to come here just for a tennis match.” He confided, for he was sure of his realization. Unlike a Rainbow Dash still embarrassed by her interactions with studs or Spitfire who kept her strict appearance too long to make anyone want to dig into that terrain, Fleetfoot was the perfect form between member encouragement and casual flirtation.

“By Celestia thank you, believe it or not but you're the first stud on the team to understand that.” She relaxed her role too, throwing her racket and visor to the ground, stepping up to the net to meet him in the middle of the court as he laughed harder.

“You can't be serious, the guys are just too shy!” He defended as he stepped over the net and looked again at the mare's chest, which looked like it had taken a water bomb specifically there.

“So much so that it's frustrating, and you're the unlucky one who's going to have to satisfy me after all this.” She affirmed, wrapping an arm around his neck and sticking her right breast with Thunderlane's torso, cooling him like a block of ice.

“I wouldn't call it bad luck in my case.” He stared at her confidently, resting his left hand against her waist. “Did you say three rounds?”.

The tennis court floor felt a little too much like concrete for Thunderlane, who found himself stretched out on its surface, his back to his legs and his wings perfectly straight to give his companion the space he needed to get to work. Only his hands came to rest between her thighs and wrists, never to let go as she performed her dance.

The sight of the stallion seemed to come out of heaven itself, the clear sky in the background bringing out the face of the magnificent mare resting on him. Her volatile mane struggled to stay in place, as did her half-open magenta eyes as she began to move up and down his erect member, her vulva providing a welcome massage. Her palms rested on his chest, pressing gently so as not to disturb his breathing, which followed the rhythm of her descent, one rising as the other receded in a masterful balance. The soft moans that came from her lips were as enticing to him as her breasts, which were still swaying even behind her useless garment, the sweat continuing to pour out, leaving each of her curves more and more visible. Even the drops dripping from his muzzle or mane tips onto his dark face fed Thunderlane a little more into the act rather than hindering him, beginning to stroke his thick thighs as the bouncing continued.

“I really needed this, thank you Thunder.” She thanked her partner, who also had his eyes half-closed and let out moans from his lips without warning, Fleetfoot making sure to keep his shadow over her face so that he was never forced to close his golden eyes completely.

“I understand better why you wanted us to meet up so far away from the academy, to make sure no one saw us.” He spoke as the atmosphere grew more boiling after each minute, the Celestia sun participating. The wet sounds of each slap accentuated the need for them to cool off, maybe fucking in the sun wasn't such a good idea for Fleetfoot, accentuating his libido to levels rarely reached. Thunderlane was also flat on the warmer ground, but the sensation of being worked over by his partner shadowing him made it more bearable for him.

“Yeah, too bad you've got a little brother at home, that would have made it easier.” She moaned before a deep groan as she ground down with more force, Thunderlane's cock wet enough to avoid the pain. She began again without losing her rhythm, blushing all over her face as she felt him knead her thighs and seek out her rear, leaning more on her torso to allow him access. Thunderlane would hold out for her as he chuckled at her remark.

“Sorry I have a family to take care of, and not to shock him when he finds me in a pussy one day in our living room.” He justified himself by pinching her beauty mark, which brought out a high-pitched squeal at his gesture and prompted her to improve her thrusts.

“Damn, when I think it could be me that pussy, instead of boiling in the sun at the other end of Equestria!” She groaned loudly and closed her pupils to prevent the sweat from reaching her eyes in order to concentrate, Thunderlane got the message by letting her do it even if she had to crush her ribcage to free herself.

It was only after many more in-and-outs that she finally tasted the promised release. She didn't stop bouncing as her juices drenched the stallion's entire member, the sensation bringing a groan from him to accompany it. After several spurts, she caught her breath with labored breaths and slowed her movements, lifting her head and opening her glassy eyes that could only see the blur around her.

“So I win round one.” Thunderlane punctuated to snap her out of her trance, confidence dripping into his voice as he plotted her ass and knew what he wanted now.

Instead of replying, Fleetfoot concentrated on getting out, her juices spilling a little more as she finally stood up and spread her legs. The feeling of emptiness was depressing, but as she had predicted, they were only at the beginning of their escapade. She watched him rise and wipe the various liquids from his body with the wristbands, which she imitated.

“I'll give it to you, it's been a long time since I've cum, but I'm warning you, nobody's made me cum twice in one fuck.” She insisted as if to challenge him, even beginning to believe he might be up to the task. Their respective gazes communicated all they needed to know.

“You don't mind the back door?” Asked the stallion directly as he pulled his shorts off his knees and Fleetfoot dropped his panties from his stockings.

“It's rare a stallion wants to try this, so I'm game.” She led him near a tennis court post to hold onto it with her hands, lifting his cock to reveal his secret entrance as she stared seductively at Thunderlane. “At this point, you can go straight in.” She told him with a confident wink.

“So kind.” He wasted no time in positioning himself in front of her tight hole, grabbing her still-covered hips as he slowly tested to enter. Fleetfoot joined him and, knowing she was well positioned to take him without risk of falling, stepped back with a jerk, alerting Thunderlane and causing him to cry out in surprise at the intrusion.

“AH!” He raised his head a second later to see her laughing at his surprise with mischievous eyes, him grunting before starting to push, getting out and in more slowly due to the limited space available. Fleetfoot resuming her passive role, she moaned as much as before, which sounded like music to the ears of the stallion who imitated her. Each thrust against her folds was easier than the last, the cyan mare's insides massaging her sex ardently as she remained as still as possible in the face of the force put into each blow.

Fleetfoot's wings felt cramped in her suit, so she removed one strap and then the other so she could deploy them to their maximum wingspan, not bothering Thunderlane as she let them flap up and down, creating air in rhythm with the thrusts she received. Another thing set free were her breasts, which were also swaying in harmony with the rest of her body, her hard nipples confirming that she could still cum.

Her partner began to rock back and forth on her back, reaching her drenched mane with his muzzle, sniffing some of the scent present before resuming his ministrations on her, his own wings joining hers in their jerky movements. Entrusting his weight to the wonderbolt, he let go of her sides to reach the attention-starved mare's breasts, beginning to play with them as he had her buttocks earlier.

“AH yes, don't stop!” Ordered the excited mare, taking in her friend's thrusts and weight as if it were a daily activity. She controlled the thing and allowed him to do all this, her dominatrix mind continuing to feed despite her position. Naturally, Thunderlane listened to him as if they were at the academy, running his fingers between her nipples, which he was careful not to pinch, not just yet, unlike the rest of her chest, which would end up covered in marks, just like her ass, which was getting fucked by violent slapping.

Even their combined moans couldn't match the sound of Fleetfoot's plump buttocks bucking with every stroke of Thunderlane's hips, the stallion now giving all his strength and holding himself together with his chest. Fleetfoot was going crazy that both ends of her body were being assaulted like this, especially as she had to keep her balance on a pole that could wobble at any moment. But she'd hold on, the heat, the open-air act, a decidedly talented new partner and the current relentless sodomy were so many factors keeping her balanced.

With another deep moan from Thunderlane on her back was the signal that it was all going to end, the stallion grinding his breasts and sticking to her as much as he could along the length of their bodies, keeping his cock buried to reward her for holding out. Cum flowed in and out of the mare's buttocks as she tried to keep as much of it inside as possible, some of it spilling out between their legs.

“Fuck, that was good, and I'm taking this round.” She said as Thunderlane came to his senses and left the mare's back.

“You're not as tight as I thought, or maybe you're too excited not to take me.” He remarked with a laugh.

“Says the stallion who just came but is still hard.” She remarked in turn after a glance at his still erect member. “Cloud Chaser hadn't lied to me about that.”

“Of course she wouldn't lie about me, so this third round?” Asked the stallion confident of his chances of victory.

“I'm on the pill so I'd like you to get back in my pussy.” She said as she sat up and spread her inviting legs, having removed what was still left of her miniskirt and being completely naked like her partner.

“Perfect, I still wanted to have fun with your breasts anyway.” Thunderlane stooped in front of her and wasted no time in lying on top of her bare body as he positioned himself in front of her entrance.

The thing interrupting him in the process were the mare's lips connecting with his after a hand caught his neck, surprising him enough to stop and start playing the domination game with their tongues. Sucking sounds filled the air as Thunderlane finally found the entrance to her pussy and began her thrusts, Fleetfoot stroking her mohawk. The final stage was reached when he placed a hand against her breast to massage it, tenderly unlike earlier.

The lips of each were delicious enough to remain in this position with eyes closed by both parties, breathing through their snouts to appreciate the other's taste. Fleetfoot wasn't really any more bothered than before by Thunderlane's weight on her forcing her against the floor, it just made her imagine her next times with the stallion in a more appropriate place. She kept her entrance wide open for his convenience, the guy working on three parts of her body at the same time as she lovingly stroked his gray mane and neck, starting to move down towards the base of his wings.

A few moans into the other's mouth later, Thunderlane decided it was time to move on to his final idea, he withdrew from Fleetfoot's still eager lips and lowered his center to her breast which one hand was attending to. The mare, confused and almost disappointed by the change, let him as he began to lick her second hard nipple and put more force into his grip. He brought his second hand to focus on her two splendid breasts, squeezing, licking and sucking them with intensity, warming Fleetfoot again with his aggressive actions. A new point was reached when he began biting them to get out all they could hold, causing their owner to rightly cry out.

“OK, here we go again.” She pointed as she brought her fingers against the base of his wings, expertly tickling them and urging them to unfurl, Fleetfoot moving his to the same wingspan. She couldn't contain her moans as her pussy and breasts were heavily used, but the sensation of softness as well as her teasing wings also strengthened Thunderlane, whose mouth was full at the moment.

Several minutes passed before it was over, the third round being for competitive reasons the one that lasted the longest. Although neither would admit it, a tie seemed a good compromise, their sex joining them as they laced up at the same moment, their fluid mixing in Fleetfoot's pussy as the stud above her kept his entrance closed by his girth.

“FLEETFOOT!”

“THUNDERLANE!”

They let go of each other's chests and wings to hug, squeezing hard enough to merge if that were possible as fatigue finally began to set in. The typical smell of sweat and sex now covered the area, along with the still-striking heat of the sun, but both Pegasus were finally breathing for their lives, Fleetfoot laughing with joy.

“That was... awesome!!! Let's do it again whenever you want!”

“Thanks for the experience Fleet, happy for us both!” He replied, laughing with her without ever physically leaving each other's side.