First Time for Everything
In the Wonderbolts locker room, everything seemed to be perfectly normal during after hours. Everything except for a pair of ponies sneaking forward to meet each other in the center of the large room. Normally, everypony would already have left for the day, choosing to go home to their friends and families. For two ponies however, it was a special day, and they had to be very discreet about what they were about to do.
It was, after all, why they had chosen this secluded place to meet in the first place; they knew that nopony would be here, and thusly, they would be safe from scrutinizing eyes. Sure, a lot of ponies liked to do this sort of thing with each other in their free time. Two famous ponies doing such a thing however would be seen as scandalous, and ruin their public image forever! A pair of athletes on the same team, especially if one was the other's supervisor, would probably make newspaper headlines within a day.
Spitfire looked nervously back and forth; normally she wouldn't be worrying, and would be her normal, spunky self. Today however, she had to be as careful as possible to avoid the eyes of any onlookers; even Soarin' was feeling on edge. She didn't want any of the press to get a hold of this, not only because it would be a huge scandal, but also because it was her first time ever. She wanted it to feel amazing and special, just like one would see in movies or surfing through those late night chanels, searching for something to watch.
"I think we're clear..." Soarin' whispered, leaning in close to Spitfire's ear.
Chills of anticipation rocketed through her spine as she imagined the pleasure that she would experience within a few minutes. She could just imagine the taste and texture of it in her mouth; the glorious juices blasting through her and leaving her breathless. She couldn't wait; this had to happen right now! Casting a last glance around the empty room, she turned to address Soarin'.
"A-are you ready? Are we ready for this? I've never done this before... You're going to have to take charge."
"No problem!" Soarin' shouted, suddenly regaining his confidence at the assurance that nopony else was within earshot.
Slowly, he brought his goods out, letting them rest gently on the floor. He felt a strange sense of excitement and anticipation coursing through him as he gazed at her beautiful features. She was so smooth! So tender looking! Without even knowing it, drool started to make its way out of his open mouth, as he subconciously let his tongue droop out of his mouth. He couldn't wait anymore; he couldn't take it! He took off, starting to rush at her before she stopped him in his tracks.
"Hey, this is my first time. That means that I get to go first. Let me have a go," she cockily stated, regaining her confidence once again.
"Okay, just be careful," Soarin' uttered worriedly.
It wasn't that he didn't like her, it was just that it was her first time. She was inexperienced, and he was about to let her handle his goods by herself. She just always had to take charge, even at a special time like this. He just hoped that she wouldn't damage them or hurt herself somehow. He knew Spitfire; she could find a way.
She pulled herself closer, eyeing it with wonder. She had never imagined that they could be so big! How was she even supposed to fit this thing inside of her mouth? Surely that wasn't something that normal pony could do, nopony had a mouth that large! Maybe if she just...
"Like what you see?" Soarin' interrupted with a smirk, "Or just don't know what to do?"
"Hey! I know what I'm doing! How hard could it be?"
She lowered her mouth to it, giving it a little nibble to test it out. Immediately her head shot up, almost conking Soarin' in the face; it was delicious! Why didn't ponies do this all the time?! She quickly brought her head back down, viciously licking it with a fiery passion that brought her namesake justice. Soarin' watched in amazement, a low, throaty moan escaping from his lips as he watched helplessly in ecstasy. She may have been inexperienced, but she was working it really well! Soarin' eyed her hungrily.
As much as he was interested in what was going on, he also wasn't feeling... He wasn't feeling as fullfilled as he thought he should. She just didn't know what she was doing! He'd have to take control of the situation and show her just how it was supposed to be done. Slowly and gently, he pushed Spitfire away, as she landed on her back, legs splayed out in all different directions.
"You're not doing it right. Let me show you how it's supposed to be done," Soarin' whispered into her ear, sending chills down her fur.
He eyed, the glorious form before him for a moment, gazing in awe. He had never seen a more magnificant specimen before! Everything considered, she was better than any other that he had ever viewed in his life. It was getting him excited, and he felt the need to start the vicious attack immediately. He lowered his face, nibbling slowly on it and savoring the moment, eliciting a gasp from Spitfire. Slowly, he began to lower his face even more, coming close up to it and getting a better view.
It looked so... delicious. Taking the initiative, he plunged his face into it, started to lick and eat excitedly. This caught Spitfire off guard, and with a magnificent erruption of the juice of all things good, delicious, and holy, she exploded. Copious volumes of the miracle liquid splattered about the room, coating everything and making a huge mess.
"S-soarin'! S-stop! You're making too much of a mess! We'll have to clean this up! Stop being so sloppy!" Spitfire gasped at the unbelievable mess before her.
Soarin' just continued to eat her out, ignoring all of his surroundings, with Spitfire's pleas falling on deaf ears. She knew that she was close to being finished; she'd have to get in on this soon to get the maximum pleasure! Quickly, she brought her hoof down, rubbing it in the glossy liquid that was now coating the outside. Bringing her hoof up to her mouth, she licked the substance, absolute pleasure rocketing through her body at the taste.
She could feel it, that sense of satisfaction and fullfillment, the sense of enjoyment that everypony had always described to her before. Why had she never thought to do this before? Especially with a pro like Soarin' as a partner. It was reaching its climax; she was about to be finished! She felt it welling up inside her! Finally, it exploded out, spraying Soarin's face, and causing him to back away.
"Eww! That's so gross Spitfire! Geeze!" Soarin' complained.
"Oh come on! Have you even looked at yourself?" Spitfire qucikly retorted.
His face was covered in her juice, some of it dripping off of his face and onto the floor; his mane was messy looking and unkempt, something that nopony had ever seen from the famous athlete. Spitfire looked even more unkempt, if that was at all possible with how little work that she had actually performed. She looked at the mess around the room and sighed to herself. This was going to be a lot of trouble to clean up, and they would have to be quick and discreet about it so that nopony would find out about what they had done.
Soarin' casted a smirk towards Spitfire before addressing her, "So, did you like it? Did you have fun?"
"Yeah. I can't believe I've never done that before! It was so amazing!" she said, giving him a gentle smile back.
"It's not something that you can do all the time ok? People will start to think really badly of you if you do. Just save it for special ocassions ok?"
"Oh alright. Thanks for showing how great that was though."
Spitfire looked at the empty, messy tin lying on the floor in between them. Who knew that it could have tasted so good or been so filling? It had been great, even if Soarin' had lost his control and eaten most of it himself; she couldn't blame him though, he was a fanatic after all. Slowly, she and Soarin' made their way over to a supply closet, pulling out a mop and a bucket of soapy water.
"Geeze Soarin', did you have to go so crazy and lose control like that? I mean, I can see why you like pie now, but now we have to clean this whole mess up! How'd you even get cherry juice on the ceiling?" Spitfire huffed with the mop in her mouth.
Soarin' merely gazed at her sheepishly before replying, "Sorry... You know how much I go crazy for pie... I can't get enough of it, and that one was de-li-cious!"
"Just help me clean up this mess, and try to be more careful next time. Nobody needs to know that a pro athlete is ruining her figure by eating pies all the time! Besides, with all this mess? Who knows what somepony would think that they saw if they had seen us doing that before?" Spitfire stated.
"Yeah, I can imagine that would have sounded pretty bad... It woulda sounded like we were-"
Soarin's sentence was cut short by the sound of rustling wings. From behind a corner in the hallway, a rainbow blur rocketed out, soaring quickly into the sky.
