The Fire Maned Pegasus of Cloudsdale

You follow Spitfire back to her house in the Cloudburbs. The sun is going down, and night is fast approaching. The flight is calm, yet eerily silent. You don’t know what awaits you when you get there, but you have a pretty good idea where the night will be headed.

The both of you arrive at the house. The lights are off, and everything is quiet. Spitfire gives you a look; a look you thought you would never see. The way she looked at you, suggests that an unforgettable night is in store for the both of you. She unlocks the door, slowly opening it to the dark rooms inside. She tilts her head to you, allowing you to enter.

Slowly, you walk inside, as she goes about turning on all the lights. Your gaze follows her, as you close the door with a back leg. She trots up to the stairs, once again looking to you.

“Come along, you.” she says with those oh so seductive eyes of hers.

As you follow her up, you notice her put an extra bounce in her step, allowing you to stare at the flawless, spandex covered rump of hers that had caught your attention so long ago. You first realized just how perfect she was a long ways back, when the two of you first went to the movies. She dropped a coin on the ground, and as she bent down to pick it up, you had your first real glimpse of her plot. Your mouth dropped from its jaw from how finely tuned and shapely it was.

Thinking back to that moment, you did remember her being down there for quite a long time. Did she know that you would look at it? Did she want you to?

You make it to her room, but she doesn’t turn on the light. Instead, the moonlight, now raised up, thanks to the Princess of The Night, bleeds through the window, illuminating practically everything. Spitfire looks positively angelic from the light.

“You remember my room, right?” she asks.

“This is where I took care of you, when you were sick.”

“How long has it been, since you’ve been in here?”

“In your room, specifically?” You’ve been to her house countless time, but the last time you set hoof in her room was…”A year ago.”

“I like remembering that night…” she reminisces, “Beating your flank at Super Equestrian Fighter IV, watching The Mare Do Well Rises shoulder to shoulder, you bringing me soup, and that delicious tea.”

“Yeah. It was a pretty fun night.” you admit.

“And then…you wrapped your wings around me; keeping me warm until morning. I didn’t want you to leave. I wanted you to stay with me. It was then that…” she pauses.

“That what?”

“That my crush became something…more.”

She brings a hoof up to the collar of her outfit, taking the zipper by the hook. Slowly, sensually, she brings the zipper down all the way to its stopping point. She takes the outfit off her body, bringing it to the floor, removing the goggles from the top of her head, and throws them onto a nearby rack.

“Wow.” you say, looking at her glistening body in the moonlight, “I’ve seen you take your outfit off before, but…not like that.”

“Did you like it?” she asks as a sly smile hits her face.

“I think you know the answer to that question.” you chuckle. You liked it. A lot. You take the camera off from around your neck, and put it onto the stand next to you, making a quick glance to make sure it wasn’t recording this time. No light. It’s off. Good.

Spitfire blushes, looking down at the floor, rubbing the carpet nervously with her hoof. She gradually walks over to you, step by step, it’s almost unbearable. You just want to grab her and kiss her, but she’s still quite a distance away.

“So…” she trails off as she gets closer, “Did you ever imagine the two of us? Together?”

“Yes.” you say, not hiding the truth from her anymore.

“Judging by what you told me, what happened back at the Cloudosseum wasn’t how you imagined your first time with a mare would be. So tell me…” she is nearly face to face with you. She puts a hoof on your chest, gently caressing it with sexual intentions. “What did you imagine your first time would be?”

“Slow…” you get closer to her, “Gentle…” you are nearly there, “Romantic….” Your lips hover over hers. You let out a smile…”With a bit of a kink to it.”

She breathes out a chuckle combined with a moan. “Heh. Points for being honest.” She puts a hoof on your cheek, “You gave me what I wanted today…” she grazes the side of your head with hers, “It’s only fair that I give you what you want…tonight.”

“I…” you can barely take it anymore, “I guess it is.”

The both of you are ready for this.

Your lips connect. The kiss is nothing like how it was back in that dressing room. It’s not sloppy, or messy, but passionate…romantic…with the eroticism still well in place. She moans as you move your tongue against hers. You never did a French kiss before, but you knew exactly HOW do to one. Books are great, aren’t they?

The tongues playfully dance, lapping up their saliva. Spitfire moves her forelegs around the back of your neck, tightly embracing you, as your kissing becomes even more passionate, even more erotic.

“Oh my…” she gasps, “This is amazing.” You kiss her neck, as she lets out another pleasurable moan. “We should have done this, ages ago.”

No words from you. You bring her closer to the bed. You are the first to lay on it, letting her be on top. Despite all the conflicting feelings you had back in the Cloudosseum, one thing was certain…you loved her being on top. She grinds herself against you slowly; watching her hips gyrate is one of the sexiest things you have ever seen. As she rubs up against you, your member rises to the occasion, becoming rock hard within seconds. She looks at it, welcoming it like an old friend returning home. You can feel your legs becoming wet by a mysterious fluid…though it’s not mysterious at all, when you glance at her moist sex, ready for you.

You put your hooves on her hips, ready to guide her to your length, but she stops you.

“No…not yet.” she says, “I want this to last.” she puts her hooves on your member, “Let’s get the quick one out of the way.”

You watch as Spitfire moves her way down to the foot of the bed, bringing her closer to your throbbing member. She uses her hooves, and strokes your shaft up and down. Feeling every inch of you, finally getting the chance to inspect what you really got. She smiles as she leans forward, giving it a little lick. You gasp and moan with delight, as she moves her tongue up and down your length, a couple drops of pre-cum emerging from the tip, trickling down onto her taste buds. She licks it up with enthusiasm, reveling in its flavor.

“I think it’s good to go now.” she says, “Tell me when you’re close.”

In an instant, she wraps her lips around your member, and buries it down all the way past the back of her throat. Like before, your wings unfurl instantaneously, going to its maximum wing span. You really do have some impressively wide wings.

“HOLY…..!” you practically yell.

Spitfire bobs up and down of your shaft, taking it all in in one go. She’s good…very good. There’s no question that she has done this before, but you don’t want to think about those other stallions, you want to think about the fact that it’s YOU she is pleasuring now.

She starts off slow, but quickens the pace every few seconds, then back to slow, then back to quick. Your length is soon slathered in her saliva, as you can hear the pleasured moans reverberate your shaft, driving you crazier than you already are.

You can barely take it. You buck your hips up, almost like you're rutting her mouth. She likes it, she REALLY likes it.

The pressure within you builds and builds. You clench your teeth, trying to hold back what desperately wants to come out. Not yet. Not yet.

“Spitfire…I…”

She can take the hint, feeling your shaft pulsate in her mouth. She stands on all fours, plunging your length deeper down her throat. Her pace has quickened, her moans louder, you continue to try and hold back, but resistance is futile. You let out a loud groan, as you slam your head down on the pillow, bucking your hips up one final time.

“I…GAH!!!” you yell.

She freezes, as you climax hard in her mouth. Your seed shooting down her throat, and into her stomach, one strong spurt after another.

Within seconds, you stop, finally able to catch your breath, as a bead of sweat drips down the side of your head. Spitfire slides your length out of her mouth. She licks her lips, tasting any residual seed that eked out. A smile graces her face.

“Very good.” she says, “But it’s not over yet.”

“I didn’t think so.” you chuckle.

She lies down next to you, retaining that seductive smile.

“Now, it’s your turn.” She looks downward at her ready slit, spreading her legs for you.

Oral sex was something you never thought you would try. To be honest, you want to get to the real sex, rather than this foreplay business, but if she wants it, she’s going to get it, no matter what the hell you say. You can only pray your first time at this act doesn’t lead to utter failure.

You move your way down to between her legs, practically changing places from each other. You stare at her slick and ready sex, wondering just what to do with it. You’ve read all about a mare’s neither regions at school, taken a sex-ed class, but when presented with one right in front of you, you almost draw a blank.

Almost.

“I’m ready.” she whispers, presenting herself even further to you.

That sweet smell emanating for it is enough for you to say ‘hell with it’, and just wing it.

You put your muzzle against it, nostrils spreading her wet folds, the delectable smell rushing through you; already, you can hear her gasp. You go even further, using your long tongue to give it a slow, methodical lick, taking in the taste that she has inside. A moan escapes her mouth. Keep going, dude. You seem to be doing great.

Dispensing with the teasing, you insert as much of your tongue as you can inside her slit, tasting every inch of her. Her inner walls constrict, tightening against your hungry tongue. She moans with undeniable pleasure, as you move your hooves up to the tiny nubs above her crotch, playing with them.

“Keep doing that!” she tells you. Not one to disappoint, you do so with gusto.

Looking up, you can see her biting down on her hoof, burying her head in a pillow, floating on cloud nine. From what you can process, you are doing rather well. You move your tongue out of her, focusing your attention on that thing just above her slit, which you’ve remembered is called a clitoris. Knowing what you know about such a thing, you go straight to work, licking it vigorously, her hips thrusting upwards, shoving it into your mouth. The taste is indescribable; you can feel yourself becoming hard once again, with each passing lick.

“Sweet Celestia…” she gasps, “I’m gonna….I’m gonna….”

She doesn’t say another word, instead, she shoves your muzzle against her sex, as she screams with uncontrollable joy, and her inner orgasmic juices flow out into your mouth. Your eyes widen at the sudden flood of sexual juices racing onto your tongue, but you do not yield. Instead, you welcome it. Every drop of it swirls in your palate, nothing left out in the open, on the bed sheets, or on the floor. It’s one of sweetest things you have ever tasted in your life.

She looks down at you, as you swallow everything with one impressive gulp.

“Two minutes…” she chuckles, “That’s some kind of record.”

You crawl back up on the bed, hovering over her, and give her a deep sensual kiss. She looks down, and sees that you are more than ready for the main event. She gives a sly smile.

“You’re not one to waste any time, are you?”

“Nope.” you shake your head with a grin.

“Then, what are you waiting for?”

Carefully, you make sure you are at just the right angle. The tip presses against her entrance, you are good to go. With one powerful thrust, you insert your member into her, causing her to grab onto you, pulling you down on top of her, bringing all your weight down with you. She softly moans and coos, as she feels you inside of her, absolutely loving it.

“Wrap your wings around me.” she whispers in your ear.

You unfurl your wings, and wrap them around her body, holding her in a grip, with nowhere for her to go…just as she planned. You slowly move in and out of her, as the both of you breathe louder and heavier at each thrust. She moves her forelegs onto your chest, rubbing it the same way she did a year ago, when you sheltered her from the cold.

“You remember this?” she asks. You nod. “This is what I wanted to happen. I wanted to feel you inside of me.”

“You could have just told me.” you chortled.

“If I did, would you have done it?”

“Probably.”

She looks into your eyes. You don’t conceal anything from her. That night, your heart was pounding at her touch, if she asked that of you, you would have done it. You would do anything for her. She can see that simple fact through your expression.

“You totally would.” she smirks.

You increase the speed of your thrusts. Her breathing becomes long exhales of euphoria, as you continue to hold her tightly to your chest. She bites down on your shoulder, letting out moans upon each plunge.

“Do you want me to slow down?” you ask, noticing that she is biting down on your shoulder hard.

“No.” she pants, “Don’t stop.”

You don’t stop. In fact, you go just a bit rougher. She stops biting you, instead resting her head on your shoulder. Her hooves travel down the scar on your back, caressing it with all the love she can give you. She circles her left hoof around the center of your scar, where the lightning bolt hit that fateful day.

“You know…in some weird way…I’m glad you got struck by lightning.”

“In some weird way…I’m glad too.”

She moves her hooves to your face, feeling your cheeks, as she brings her gaze back to you. Her lips part, and she gives you a long kiss; her tongue feeling your palate, before going down, playing with your own tongue. You continue to make love to her, gently, but with a bit of roughness to it.

“No more…” she whispers.

“What?”

“Don’t go easy on me.” she says, “Harder. I know you can.”

You can’t disobey her. You thrust harder. She squeals with delight. You’re not pounding as hard as you were back at the Cloudosseum, but you don’t need to be. She is happy the way you are…for now.

“Do you love me?” she asks.

“You know that I do.” you say with a smile.

“I want to hear you say it. Say that you love me. Once more.”

You soon get even harder, you get even rougher, and your thrusts become a powerful force to be reckoned with. She moans with pleasure, letting out loud breaths of ecstasy as you plunge yourself into her tightening sex.

“I love you, Spitfire.” You see her smile upon hearing those words. “I love you so much.”

She laughs and cries out at the same time, pressing her hooves onto your chest. Her inner walls continue to tighten, making each pump bring you closer and closer to one hell of an orgasm. That familiar pressure deep inside you has made its way back, and it is stronger than it has ever been.

“Spitfire…I’m close…”

“I’m closer…hold onto me!” she reaches up, grabbing you, holding you close to her.

You wrap your hooves around her, going faster and faster. Now you have matched you pace from earlier in the day. Actually, you may have surpassed it. The pain within you is nearly excruciating. You want to cum now, but not until she does. You want to wait for the right moment.

“I’m cumming!” she shouts, “I’m cumming!”

She wraps her legs around your waist, letting out a loud, pleasurable scream, her inner walls reach their maximum tightness, and you can feel her juices soaking your shaft.

That’s your cue. Bring it.

“Spitfire!” you shout, as you explode into her.

You fill her up with your seed. You are almost surprised how much is coming out, since you have already climaxed twice today. She looks at you with widened eyes, as she can feel your seed flow into her stomach, warming her insides. She has reached her limit, both hers and your fluids leak out from her sex, dripping onto the bedsheets. It is then that to two of you can finally catch your breath. She feels your chest once more, as you both sweat profusely, shaking from everything the two of you just did.

“You’re trembling…” she says softly.

“So are you.” you can feel her shiver against you.

“That was…that was….”

“That was something, wasn’t it?” you smirk.

“Yes…that was definitely something.” She leans up, and kisses you on the lips once more.

You retract your wings, freeing her from your sexual grip. You slide your softening length out of her, and roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. She moves a foreleg onto your chest, playing with that same tuft of fur that she loves to tussle around with, and gives your chest a series of soft kisses.

“We should do this every night.” she says.

“I don’t know. There could be days where I work late, or if I have to go in early…”

“You say that now, but I’m sure I can persuade you.”

“I’m pretty sure you can.” You both chuckle. “Those reporters sure missed out on quite the story.”

“Oh, well…there have been rumors that we were already sleeping together.”

“Really? Why wasn’t I aware of this?”

“I kind of hid those articles away from you. I didn’t want you to get embarrassed.” She glances over at your camera. “By the way, why were you looking at that camera beforehand?”

“Back in the dressing room, when you took that off me, it sort of…well…definitely recorded our little session.”

“Really?!” she’s shocked.

“Don’t worry. I erased it with the air show.”

“Oh…” she sounds almost disappointed, “That’s a shame. I wanted to see it. How was it?”

“It was us having sex…so it was fine. But I only brought one tape with me.”

“Well…maybe one night…we can do a little recording for ourselves.”

“That’s awfully tempting.” you smile, “You promise not to give it to the press, or put it on the internet?”

“You know how much I like the attention.”

“Spitfire…”

“I’m kidding.” she chortles, prodding your stomach with a hoof. “The press would have a field day with this, though.”

“What about the others?”

“You mean the other Wonderbolts?”

“I mean Soarin, specifically.”

“He’s been okay with it for a while now.”

“Really?”

“I told my team how I felt about you. Telling them what happened wouldn’t be much of a shock to them.”

“I never thought he’d be okay with it.”

“Even if he wasn’t, I wouldn’t have cared.” she sighs, smiling. “I have an idea. Let’s go somewhere. You and me. Just the two of us.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know. Anywhere, where we can be alone together. It’ll just be for a little bit. Like a weekend getaway.”

“I’ll check and see if I have enough bits saved up.”

“Dude, I’m Spitfire. You’re covered.”

“Hey, I’m not going to ride your back the rest of my life...financially, of course.” You chuckle, but she doesn’t. You watch as her gaze becomes more of a look of confusion, looking into your very being. “What is it?”

“You…want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

“Why not? You’re all I got, Spitfire.” you see her eyes water, “Hey, what’s the matter?”

“Nopony has ever said that to me.”

You reach out with your hooves, holding her, caressing her mane, kissing her on the forehead.

“I’m glad to be the first.”

“You won’t be the first…you’ll be the only one.”

“You have no idea how good that makes me feel.”

“I have a pretty good idea how that makes you feel.” She holds you closer. “You know, there was something I wanted to tell you, back at the Cloudosseum. I would have told you then, but I didn’t have the time.”

“Really?” you wonder, “What is it?”

She looks up at you and smiles.

“I love you, too.”