Blazing Tails

by dermuffinmeister

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Romance, Other, Sex, Spitfire, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3955

Flying in the famous Wonderbolts is as good as being a celebrity, right? Well, maybe for the Commander and Lieutenant Commander, CDR Spitfire and LTCDR Soarin'. But, what about the rest of the team?

The newest addition to the amazing, astounding, all around stupefying wing known as the Wonderbolts, Lieutenant Fire Streak shows his prodigy even among his outstanding peers. Two years into his second enlistment as an officer in the Equestrian Navy, Fire Streak cashes in his thirty days of leave. He and his commander arrange to go on a ski trip while they're both in Manetana (yeah you can kill me whenever). The powder is fantastic, the wind cold, and the sheets are lost somewhere in the fray.

Published 2012-12-12 06:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-12 06:20:01 UTC

Chapter 1

Midday
47 Miles Northwest of Flanke, Manetana

"I win again!" Spitfire shouted as she spun to a halt, sending snow into the treeline.

Fire Streak swerved his way down to his boss's position, only half-meaning to let her win. "Yeah, nice one," he said light-heartedly, his legs only slightly tired. "Come on, this is easy stuff. Let's take the Miami lift up and go down the M."

"Fine, haha... Since you won the first race, and I won the last four, why don't we say... loser buys wherever I, the winner, pick? Or would it be picks..."

"Fine by me, Commander."

"Streak, please. We're not in uniform or even on base, call me Spitfire. Or mistress, your highness, Frau, Queen-"

"What about Frauline?" FUCK, that came out too flirt-

The Lieutenant's light-speed mind froze in it's tracks when his boss winked. "Buy me a drink first, and we'll talk, okay?"

"W-works for me," Fire Streak said, smiling and cursing himself for sounding like a rookie.

Commander Spitfire put her goggles back on and spanked him with her pole, an action easily worthy of a harassment charge alone. "Put a wiggle in it, Streaky. I'm hungry for steaky."

Fire Streak shifted his weight and began to slide. He pulled his balaclava back up and pushed off hard. He soared to the lift quickly, avoiding novice skiers and saplings. CDR Spitfire caught up and rode the duo lift up with him. He touched her ski with his, scraping off snow. She scooted close and made a little noise with her throat, not quite a sigh or a moan. Fire thought much of the sweet nothing. "We're taking the face, right? Not the pussy way down." Commander said too softly, knocking her blue ski with his red.

"Naturally, frauline.” Commander giggled (giggled!) and stretched in place. The Lieutenant knew she was strong under her tight winter clothes, her large bust really not typical in her profession.

The race was on the instant the skis touched snow. Fire Streak veered right while Spitfire took to the trees, utilizing rabbit trails to navigate around the sparse crowd fixing snowboards and the skiers waiting. The powder was hardly virgin, but the snow was great regardless. abandoned the typical courtesy, swaying around the slope, utilizing the fairly gentle slope to gain speed. Spitfire was nowhere to be seen, he must have gotten the drop on her.

As he took the first corner, however, a fiery-hued frauline jetted past. Fire Streak nearly lost it at forty plus, but he regained his center and sped on.

"SLOW DOWN ASSHOLE!" a mother yelled. Fire Streak didn't even give her the courtesy of the bird. He crouched down and wished he had waxed his skis a bit more. He caught Spitfire's pace, then began to accelerate more. She stood erect and slowed some to avoid a crowd of beginning skiers, their tiny skis spread in obtuse angles to control their descent. Fire Streak saw a single way around that didn't involve deceleration: cutting through a tiny trail.

He risked it, and it paid off. His agile body found the joy and terror of weightlessness as the face of the "M" dropped in front of him. Luckily, not a soul was in front of him. He splayed his form and screamed in horrified, adrenaline drowned fury.

"YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! OOOOH FFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! Streak leveled out, using the wind whipping by to his advantage. He extended his legs, just like in a plane ejection, and hit the snow hard after a seven story fall. He buckled his knees and fell over sideways, utilizing his helmet greatly. The hard plastic saved his head as he curled up and slid down the mountain. He felt his feet going down first, so he tried bending his ankles under him, and found success. Miraculously, the pilot found the snow under his skis, his body unmarred.

"FUCK YEAH!" He shouted, and shouted some more. He stopped at the juncture with another main trail and looked up. "EAT IT, COMMANDER!" Spitfire was quickly meandering down.

Chief slid to a stop and circled around under her underling. Spitfire took off her helmet, completely ignoring the few skiers snaking by. She stood, her mouth wide. "Holy shit... that earns a fucking coin, Fire Streak. A fucking coin and a half. You want dinner? Name it," Spitfire whispered.

A coin... oh hell yes. A coin from an O-5 was as good as twenty points on the next EVAL, or advancement exam. He stood stolid, adrenaline boiling in his flesh. His ski pants were uncomfortable and Spitfire, the big-busted squad leader, was suddenly super sexy. "Cool... cool." Fire shook his head violently and felt sore already. "Come on, let's get steak."

"You got it, Streaky," Spitfire said in a hush. She lifted her goggles and gave the indescribable look that simply said “come and get it”.

"Can we get it in a little while? It's only thirteen-hundred and I'm kinda hungry...” Spitfire rolled her head around and coughed. “For, uh... well, I don’t wanna imply fraternization but-"

"I've got some rubbers-"

"Oh hell yes. Let's fucking bounce!" Spitfire pulled down Fire Streak’s face cover and kissed his lips fiercely, giggling again as her great ass was pinched. "Ooooh, fuck, we have to keep this secret-"

"I know. Come on, you didn't park close at all." Fire Streak and Spitfire skied down quickly to the base and hobbled in heavy ski boots to the parking lot, powder clinging to their clothes and skis. The trek circulated blood around his body enough to the point where he could think. He did, however, follow three clunky steps behind his boss, just enough space to get the best view.

* * *

Fire Streak took the elevator while Commander took the stairs, two minutes apart to avoid suspicion. Spitfire opened her door for him, completely nude and with a magnum condom in her teeth. Her big breasts hung so naturally from her toned, perfect body. Fire stepped in and rubbed her sides with his bare hands, breathing deeply as he reached for a large tit. Spitfire moaned as her nipple pressed into a rough palm. Fire Streak stared at the rubber in her teeth and let her know that it might not be big enough.

She didn't hold the condom for long. Lieutenant Fire Streak tore his clothes off the second the hotel room door closed behind him.

"Holy fuck, Spitfire, your tits are way bigger than I thought they were." Fire took them both in his hands and forced Spitfire to the bed. She moaned and spread wide for him, her wet pussy already hitting his nostrils. Fire Streak forced his tongue into her mouth and pressed the underside of his girth into Spitfire’s slit.

He relented and kissed her neck more tenderly, hiding the massive bruise on his side from where his ribs hit his elbow that hit the ground.

Lieutenant Fire Streak got on his knees and gave his world-famous squadron leader the best cunnilingus she had ever gotten. The way her toes curled as her legs, her fantastic legs, wrapped around his head was proof of her joy. Fire Streak huffed and sucked on her little clitoris hard. He dragged tongue through her hot pink, letting her wet, pristine labia slip into his lips. He nibbled and bit his way to victory, or at least until Spitfire whimpered for him to stop.

Fire stuck his thick fingers in, as per request. The tightness of her insides was unbelievable for a woman of her age. She must be thirty, but she looked a third less. Fire's two fingers brought Spitfire to a sitting position. She stroked his hair and moaned praises at him, primarily utilizing four letter words.

He stopped and tasted her juice, so sweet.

"N-no, don't stop, Streaky, please!" Spitfire begged. "Come on, want me to squirt for you?" she whispered, thrusting her hips just the tiniest bit.

Fire Streak just nodded and showed her one large finger. He winked and stuck it in, spreading her legs wide. He loved to feel Spitfire's hot thighs part at his touch.

"Ooooh Streaky... there. There, there, yes, oh god yes there!" Spitfire leaned on her elbows and shook with intense pleasure. "FUCK ME WITH YOUR FINGERS, RIGHT TH-ere.... what's wron-" Fire shut her up with a wet finger in her lips.

"It's afternoon in a hotel. Stop talking."

"Oh.... right. Sorry." Spitfire giggled and fellated her lover's finger, tasting her fluid unashamed. She moaned hotly as Fire stroked her pussy with his free hand. He got onto the bed and kissed Spitfire, just after watching her vaginal fluids and spit fall from her finger to her chin.

"Make me cum, Fire. Make me cum so fucking hard. I wanna squirt all over and then feel your hard cock in me, making me cum again and again. I... I just need to get off right now!"

Fire Streak snickered and grabbed her face, squishing her cheeks in and forcing her to pucker. "You better cum hard, bitch," he whispered louder than gunfire. Spitfire moaned and shook in place, staring wantingly into his eyes. Streak gave her a wink before pulling her in front of him with a strong arm.

LT Fire Streak got back down and dipped three fingers in to taste, making Spitfire muffle her cries into a pillow. She flipped over on command. Fire Streak admired her trust.

He stuck his fingers in again and rubbed her g-spot until her ass was shaking like a loose drain pipe in a hurricane. He moved directly behind and smacked her hard, then again, a third time, slapping her tight, tight ass as hard as he thought was kinky. Fire Streak was rewarded with a girlcum shower. Spitfire screamed into her pillow and squirted in spurts for over thirty seconds. Spitfire wasn’t shy, either. Her pussy was a fire hose on pulse mode. Streak tasted the delicious girlcum all over his hands. He put his cock to Spitfire’s pink and forced his big, raw member in. The final spasms felt amazing, as did the spritzing, soaking his sack and shaft with off-white cum. Only the tip could fit in her cunt, but that was still fantastic.

Spitfire fell limp to the bed after her explosive orgasm. “Ooooooooh my god, Streaky,” she spoke through panting breaths. “That was one hell of a release... I’ve... that was good, baby.”

“Glad you liked it,” Fire Streak whispered as he laid down next to her, his damp dick painfully stiff. He grabbed her side and smiled as she rolled over.

The sheets whirred as Spitfire and Fire Streak scrambled lazily to get under. The room reeked already, but there wasn’t a chance in hell the wet bed was going to dry out within the hour. Spitfire kissed her date intimately, slowly tracing his nice teeth with her tasty tongue. Fire Streak forced his into her mouth, getting a wonderful moan out of her throat. His rough hands traversed Spitfire’s legs and ass and back and back down for more, his legs lifting and pressing into her wet twat. Spitfire shuddered and smiled, breaking the kiss with a tired giggle.

“Streaky baby,” she whispered. “I don’t know how much I got left, baby.”

“Aw, come on, commander,” he whispered as he palmed one of her amazing breasts. “I’m hard as a diamond here, just for you. You sure you don’t want a bone in you?” Spitfire gripped his length and sighed, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorta out of practice, but...” Spitfire trailed off and dipped her head under the covers. She laid sideways and hugged his thick shaft with her tits and wet lips. Fire Streak adjusted and let her work in the heat down below.

Spitfire licked off his sweat with a smile, even if Fire couldn’t see. He placed one hand on her messy black hair, the other behind his head. Fire Streak tried his best to relax, but he was too damn horny. His massive hard-on throbbed as a warm, soft pair of lips puckered around the head. He could feel Spitfire’s incisors softly grace his hot head. She seemed to spit on it, then use her fingers to coat the rest with her lube.

Spitfire continued to tease, only sucking in a little past the head, but she still loved on the whole shaft with strokes and licks. “Mmmmah...” Spitfire moaned as she sucked on the base. “I forgot how much I loved doing this.” She kissed his tip, then went for gold. Spitfire’s mouth opened wide and bathed his cock with her hot breath as her tongue flatly licked the bulging underside. Spitfire took him into her mouth, sucking and groaning as she pulled her face off. She went down again quick and sucked off slowly. Lieutenant Fire Streak was in heaven.

Commander Spitfire whimpered and went deeper, deeper, stopping to breath as she sucked him off with agonizing slowness. Fire Streak gripped her hair and bucked his hips gently when she went down this time, and she got the hint. She took a deep breath and went down again. Fire’s cock prodded her throat softly, but couldn’t enter. Spitfire gagged and regained her composure. On her second try, she took the veiny length into her throat. The noise of a long rod pushing deep, deep into Spitfire’s face made Fire Streak’s manhood jump. He felt like serving up cream soup for lunch already.

Spitfire coughed and coughed as she sat up. Fire Streak was quick to pull her back down and touch her hot slit as he held her close. “You alright, baby?” he whispered into her ear.

She nodded and touched his groin muscles. “Yea-ah, I’m okay. Just, too much too soon,” Spitfire whispered back. Fire Streak still felt the pressure of Uncle Sam breathing down his neck. If a soul found out about this, they were both as good as discharged. God dammit, this had scandal written all over it. Luckily, the blinds were still shut

“Want that bone now, Commander?” Fire Streak whispered after he bit Spitfire’s ear. Her newly black hair smelt so good. He swirled his finger slowly around her clit as he rested his wet girth on her back.

She nodded. “Just, don’t blow inside, alright, hun?”

“Wouldn’t dare.” Fire Streak laid back and grinned as Spitfire showed her stuff. She stood on all fours, her front towards the ceiling. Chief kneeled and took her favorite toy in her hand.

“Sit up on some pillows,” she said over her shoulder. “I hope you’re not too tired.”

“Bitch please,” Fire Streak said flatly as he gathered the cheap hotel pillows carefully in a pile. The messy blankets served to support his efforts as well, God bless that patriotic comforter. Spitfire moaned out softly and sat on her haunches, impaling herself on her underling. Fire’s eyes went cross as his cock slipped into the hot, tight slit. He sat up with his strong core muscles and gripped Spitfire’s slim hips. She sat up some with her legs to get thrusted up into. Fire Streak watched his dick spear up into Spitfire with increasing speed. The wet, tight hole felt fantastic, and Spitfire’s sexy, erect back was a wonderful sight. His muscles didn’t displease for well over five minutes.

Even after the fantastic foreplay, and the great drought in his sex life, Fire’s limit held. Spitfire, however, began to waver. She leaned back some, much to Fire Streak’s pleasure, and shook her chest. She stood on her hands, her medium length black hair dangling haphazardly above the petty officer’s face.

“Yeah, baby, fuck harder,” she said harshly. “I love your cock in me, Streaky. Oh my god, yeah, that, oooh, right there.” Now, at this awkward angle that pushed his bulging cock perfectly into Spitfire’s g-spot, Fire Streak felt his abs begin to tire.

“Your pussy is so good, Spitfire,” He grunted. “I just want a different position.” It was tough not to shout out.

“Ah... okay, ahn...” she sat in his lap, moaning into Fire Streak’s mouth as he kissed her deeply over her shoulder. His strong hands gripped Spitfire’s heavy tits hard, but his throbbing dick remained still as they made out. Spitfire ground her hips around some as he rubbed her clit.

“God damn,” she whispered. “That’s too good, you’re gonna make me cum any minute.”

“Good,” he whispered. Fire Streak thrusted up into her some, lifting her whole body on his as he held onto her earlobe with his teeth. Spitfire’s tight slit was amazing, so hot on his throbbing rod. He played with Commander’s clit like crazy until she was whimpering like a schoolgirl who got kicked in the shins. Fire Streak bit her shoulder and pinched her little nub like crazy, moving his head with her body as he pushed his manhood into her.

Spitfire couldn’t stop shaking. Streak stopped playing and threw her off, but quickly mounted her again. They caught each other’s lustful eyes as Fire Streak spread a pair of delicious thighs. He laid his member on her slit and pushed air out of his lungs.

“Come on, baby,” she whispered in the most sexy voice. Her dark nipples rose and fell slowly in the bright room. Fire smiled back at her and pushed his cock in again. Spitfire gasped as he speared her fully. The petty officer laid down on his love and kissed her deeply as he began to hum her intimately. He felt her moan into his mouth as his tongue snaked into her lips. Spitfire bit his mouth muscle gently as he began giving her the good stuff. Fire Streak sucked her breath down and listened to every sound they made. His dick was on fire in her tightness. Spitfire’s slimy, hot, ribbed walls milked his rod for all he was worth.

Suddenly, Spitfire arched her back madly, stifling her screams into his neck. She bit down and came again, convulsing and squeezing his cock spasmodically with her sex. He had no choice but to grin and bear the teeth sinking into his neck. It was all he could do not to let his cock explode inside. Spitfire’s toes curled behind his back as her feet pulled him in closer.

“E-easy, girl, you’re gonna make me cum,” Fire Streak said hoarsely into ear.

“S-sorry,” she stuttered, calming down some. “Just too good, Streak.”

The teeth marks on his shoulder were deep, a tiny spec of blood sat where a canine dug in. Just seeing the purple-tinted skin on his flesh made him grin masochistically. “Oh, Spitfire,” he whispered, gingerly touching the fresh, albeit minor, wound.

He pulled out and felt his rock-hard cock throb. “Where do you want your cream, hon?” Fire Streak knew he had only a few seconds. Just seeing her sexy body, all sweaty and her amazing black hair all messed up was making him on the verge.

“Just grip it,” Spitfire whispered, her chest still heaving up and down after her cardio.

Streaky obeyed, holding his cannon by the base firmly.

“Okay,” Spitfire whispered with a gulp. “Just barely wrap your hand around that long, hard cock. Don’t grab it too hard, baby.” Of course, Streak listened like a good pup. “Just feel how hot and slick it is, alright? Okay, stroke quickly, but don’t grip it. Imagine all that cum all over me, yeah?” Spitfire grinned and stared Fire Streak down, groping her tits roughly for him. “Yeah, just picture all that sperm covering my big tits. Okay, slow down, I see a lot of precum. Hmm, you like it, Streaky?”

“Oh yeah,” he groaned, so close to climax. “I fucking love it when you talk so filthy. Keep going. Make me cum, step by step.”

Spitfire’ eyes lit up. “Oh yeah? You like staying rock hard for me? Okay then, baby, keep at it. Just slowly rub it, just keep at that state. Feel your hand grip your rigid fucking cock. Feel how it’s pulsing and begging just to unload. Don’t let it, not yet. Stroke it slower, baby, yeah.” Spitfire motioned for him to come closer. She spread her pussy open for him and guided his free hand to her slit. “Make me cum again, and I’ll help you cum hard.”

“Yes, ma’am!” It was his turn to smile wide. He pushed his first two fingers on his free hand into his date’s twat and pulled up, coaxing a moan out as his digits ground into her g-spot. Fire Streak rubbed her like crazy while just barely bringing himself pleasure.

“Oh my god, yeah!” Spitfire quietly shouted. “Fuck me harder with your fingers, baby. Oh god,” she said as she touched her clit. “Make me cuuuuum!”

Spitfire laid her head down and arched her back within a few seconds. She was so close already, Fire Streak couldn’t believe it. He forced in a third finger, then slipped in his pinkie. Spitfire moaned out harshly as he laid on his side, placing his throbbing cock on her waist. Instinctively, Spitfire grabbed it and pinned the organ to her hot, soft skin. She thrusted her hips as Fire fisted her. He punched her insides gently and quickly, agitating Spitfire’s sex until she exploded.

It didn’t take very long at all. Fire Streak panted hotly as Spitfire bit a pillow and screamed. She spurted some girlcum all over his forearm, but not very much at all. She shivered for about thirty seconds, then fell completely limp, her right hand finally releasing Streak’s twitching, tired erection..

“Fuck,” Spitfire whispered, leaving her mark on a goose down pillow this time. “Just... cum and lets sleep, okay, Streaky? I’m... beat...”

Spitfire smiled and watched intently as Fire’s soaked hand lathered up his rod. “Yes, ma’am,” he whispered, aiming his rod at her stomach. Fire Streak barely jerked off at all before he released the floodgates. He held back for as long as he could, then let his sperm fly. The first ropes were unbelieveable. The series made Spitfire chuckle as her sexy flat stomach was covered shot by hot, sticky, thick shot. Streak’s brain was mush as he continued to grunt, spilling his seed all over Spitfire’s lower torso. The aimed load veered off course and dripped all around her stomach, sending lines up past Spitfire’s face. His cock finally relented when his sack was emptied.

The damage was considerable, unrealistically large. Fire Streak sat back and panted hard, still twitching and painfully.

“Oh holy fuck in heaven, I think we should... clean up, Streaky,” Spitfire said with a little laugh. She played with the semen on her belly for a bit, never tasting it. She took a smell, however, and Fire Streak saw she wasn’t very disgusted.

“Yeah,” he mouthed. Fire Streak coughed and found his throat was like a desert. “Yeah,” he said clearly. “I’ll get some tissues.

Operation: Clearskin took nearly half the box of shitty hotel tissues. Fire Streak used a wet rag to mop up the residue on his hands, cock, and of course, Spitfire’s torso. After the mission’s success was secured, the Lieutenant found the bed underneath him and his CO snuggling into his lap, her great, great ass in his lap.
Matt Gottshall:
Maybe leave this out, it reads kinda awkwardly.
Matt Gottshall:
Suddenly?
twisbest:
that's the best line in the fic

Author's Note

The joke with Flanke, Manetana is that there is a town called Butte, Montana. The only things in that town are filthy Burger Kings, below average weed, and the Military Entrance and Processing Station (MEPS). What's neat is that I went through there to become a sailor.