Up high in the sky above a large crowd of ponies, a team of pegasi adorned in their familiar flight suits soar through the air performing their dazzling aerial feats for their audience. The Wonderbolts have been at it for nearly an hour now with only a few fly by’s in between to catch their breath. You and the ponies around you can tell that this next feat will be their last, from the way that they slowly separate and ascend higher into the sky. Once they’ve reached the proper altitude, the team bursts downwards at an angle, all diving for one central point and leaving a trail of smoke reflecting the color of their manes and coats.

Your focus in particular is on the one composed of amber and gold, one that might fool you into thinking the sky was set ablaze if you hadn’t known the mare at the head of the contrail. Through your binoculars, you can just see Spitfire, the captain of the Wonderbolts, keeping her form as she races towards her goal. It’s too far to be certain, but you think that she might have looked towards you and winked confidently. Pulling your binoculars away just in time, you see all six fliers meet in the center and spin around to avoid crashing into each other, and continuously revolve in place as they hasten towards the ground.

You and the others gasp and hold your breath as it looks like the group might not be able to slow in time and prevent themselves from crashing into the ground. Just in the nick of time, each pegasus flips their legs from underneath and slams them to the ground with a thunderous boom as they land. The crowd stays silent a moment as the Wonderbolts remain still, until Spitfire raises her head and forms a confident smile as she opens her eyes. The crowd explodes in an excited cheer as she and the rest of her crew raise a foreleg and wave to their audience. You applaud for only a few seconds before you race away from your seat, eager to get down to where they’ll be exiting before the mob of fans can form. Outside of the staging area, you see two robust stallions serving as security. One of them flashes you a knowing smile and steps to the side to let you through. You run past Soarin and Fleetfoot and see the one you’re looking for: Spitfire, with her flight suit pulled back, getting her hooves examined by a physician. You rush over and ask if she’s okay.

“Oh, hey missy.” Spitfire acknowledges you, sounding a bit flustered. “You weren’t supposed to see this.” You take a knee and look at her legs. You can see around her hooves there’s a touch of swelling. Your face reflects your worry as you look at her injury. “Don’t sweat it. Doctor says I’ll be fine by tonight.”

“Actually, I said to stay off of them until tomorrow night.” The mare in front of her corrects.

“Yeah yeah, same thing.” Spitfire dismisses her diagnosis. You wrap your arms around her neck and take a deep breath, trying to keep your emotions under control. “Hey, chill out, you’re embarrassing me.” She leans her head back and stares into your eyes. “I’m fine. I promise.” Pulling her flight suit back up and masking her bruises, she jumps in the air and keeps herself above the ground. “What do you say guys? Ready to fly out of here?”

Spitfire’s suggestion is met with a resounding of whoops and cheers as the pegasi take flight and hover out of the entranceway. The ponies fly by with a skirmish of fans on either side of them wanting to get as close as the security team would allow. With you and Spitfire towing the line, you make your way onto the covered chariot, and the stallions at the front trot all of you away from the frenzy of ecstatic ponies. After a while of traveling, the chariot stops outside of a large hotel and the Wonderbolts are escorted inside. The majority of the Wonderbolts are sharing a large suite together to stay within the salary of the team; however, Spitfire has dipped into her own savings to purchase a private room for the two of you. Once you have your keys, Spitfire leads you up to the suite. The inside of the room fascinates you: a large room with two sofas, a coffee table as well as a dining table, and a separate bedroom away from the dining room and bathroom.

“Not bad, huh?” Spitfire comments, as she locks the door behind her. You agree as she floats up behind you and rests her hooves on your shoulders. You lean your head back and lean against her as you move your hands up and run your fingernails across her hooves. You feel her mouth press up against your neck and kiss you as she’s lightly pushing you forward, and you make your way towards the sofa in front of you. Once your legs touch the furniture, you kick off your high heels, then spin around and fall on your back against the cushions, and let Spitfire leap at you, resting her forelegs on your breast and splaying her hindlegs out behind her, with the flat of her hooves facing upwards. She lightly moves her face towards yours and pecks your lips, humming as she feels you slip your hands around her and caress her back lightly.

“Hey,” She whispers after breaking the kiss. “You think you could help me out of this thing?” You open your eyes and smile at her as you move your hands along her back and up over her head. You slip your hands inside of her mask, caressing her cheeks a moment before pushing the material back to set her head free. You gently help flip her over so she’s laying on her back against your form, and drift down her neck towards her chest until you locate a zipper. You slowly pull down all the way until it reaches the bottom, right above her waist, and pull your hand back up across her belly, making her giggle a bit as she squirms against you. You guide her forelegs out of her sleeves and pull the suit under her back so you can do the same with her hindlegs, then push the uniform to the floor so you can resume hugging your partner and revel in the warm orange coat against you.

After a few minutes of the two of you enjoying each other’s embrace, Spitfire begins to stir. “I think I could use a bath. I’ve still got the sweat from the show clinging to me.” You pull back your arms and allow her to jump off of you, but she looks back at you with those alluring orange eyes. “Come with me,” She suggests, with a devilish smile. You wonder if she’s joking, but her smile makes it clear that her offer is genuine. You pull yourself up and follow her towards the bathroom. Once inside, you see a tub that might just be big enough for the two of you to enjoy yourselves in, and Spitfire comments on how much bigger it is than the one in her house in Cloudsdale. She twists the knobs to let a flow of warm water begin to fill the tub before she turns back at you.

“What, you gonna bathe with your clothes on or something?” You smile nervously, holding your arm to the side. “Oh, I see. You’re probably dressed all the time where you come from. You’re not used to being naked in front of someone, are you?” You shake your head as she hovers in front of your face. “Here, I’ll help you.” Spitfire unsnaps the buttons on your blouse, tugging your sleeve down past your arm as she circles behind you and pulls off the other. You feel her hooves glide down your back and slip under the end of your shirt. She flies up to lift your shirt, gently helping your hair through the collar and up over your head. She pauses a moment as one of her hooves rests against your back, just above your bra.

“Hm… how do you get this off?” Spitfire asks, puzzled. You instruct her that it’s held together by hooks that need to be pulled in the opposite direction to unlatch. “So, you take one up and over… oh, I gotcha.” she says, pressing down one side with her hooves, and lifting the other side with her teeth as she pulls them close and slips the little hooks away. Once it’s loose, you feel your bra fall away from your chest, and you instinctively pull your hands up to hide your breasts.

“There we go. Hey turn around, I wanna see.” You turn around slowly, keeping your chest hidden and still smiling nervously. “Wow, you’re really nervous aren’t you?” she asks. “Don’t be. You’ve been seeing naked ponies everywhere you go. It’s totally not a big deal.” She flies up and touches your hands with her hooves. “Just relax…” You take a deep breath and let your hands drop, Spitfire still holding her hooves against your hands.

“Wow, they’re cute.” she says, getting an eyeful of your perky breasts. “You’re doing good, we’re halfway there.” You feel a tingle between your legs as Spitfire lowers herself and unbuttons your jeans with her hooves. Taking a hold of the hem of your pants and unmentionables in her teeth, she slides her hooves in and circles them around to properly lower your pants to the floor, until they’re bunched up around your feet. With your underwear gone, you’re now standing completely naked in front of the pegasus you’ve felt so fond of since you found yourself in this world.

Spitfire looks up at you with a warm and reassuring smile. “You’ve got a beautiful body.” she tells you softly. Her words make you blush, but you finally feel relaxed in front of her now even with nothing to hide from her anymore. She flies up and takes your hand in her hooves, flying backwards and guiding you towards the tub, just reaching the perfect height. Once you’ve stepped in, she reaches back and shuts the water off, and dips down into the water, submerging her head and mane underneath. You lower yourself until your buttocks come into contact with the water, and hesitate a moment to let your skin adjust to the warmth, before you resume descending. Finally sitting against the bottom of the tub, you let out a relaxed sigh as Spitfire reemerges, her fiery mane soaked and slicked back against her neck.

Gazing towards you, Spitfire edges forward and pulls her hooves up onto your shoulders, looking longingly into your eyes. She looks so adorable at the moment; you coddle her cheek with your palm, which she leans into lovingly. She rests the other side of her head against your wet breasts and snuggles against you as you pet her. After a few moments of you stroking her wet coat, she raises her head up and kisses you while she repositions herself, so her hindlegs are straddling your thigh. She pushes her stomach up against yours as you kiss her lips, and moves your hand from her cheek down her neck, and across her wet back. Your hand continues to move downwards, stopping just short of her rear, and you give her lower back a gentle scratch.

“Nnh…” Spitfire moans, disconnecting from your mouth a moment. She begins to slowly grind her groin against your leg. “Lower…”

You ease your hand further down, breaching the water and rubbing your palm against her toned behind to give it a firm squeeze. You hear her give out an uncharacteristic squeak in response.

“Keep… keep going.” she says with a smile, her cheeks beginning to turn a shade of crimson.

Inching your fingers towards the center of her hindlegs, you feel around until you rub against a familiar split. Her body jumps as you touch her.

“Ah, right there!” Spitfire exclaims in a hushed tone. You can feel her entire lower body tense up as she flexes her hindquarters back, hopefully making it easier for your slender fingers to access. “Ohhh yeah, right there. That’s nice...” As she moans out, you see her wings twitch outwards a bit, but they never fully extend. She must be concentrating rather hard to keep them under control. You rub your finger across Spitfire’s slit, causing her to shudder. She has her eyes closed tight, and her mouth hangs open slightly as she’s panting. You lean forward and guide her mouth to yours again. She whimpers a bit as you slide your fingers against her winking pussy. The cool and self-confident captain of the famed Wonderbolts is now your personal finger puppet, and moving your digits in just the right way yields the most delightful results. You slowly push three of your fingers inside her, all the way to your knuckle, making her wait in pleasurable agony for them to reach as deep inside as they’ll go before you slip them out.

Spitfire’s so worked up at this point. Her little mewls in your mouth are begging for you to give her release. Slipping your fingers out of her lips, you keep them stretched open a bit while your middle finger strokes the nub of her clitoris. You feel Spitfire’s body shake against yours as she breaks the kiss and rears her head back, crying out in bliss.

“Ah! Ah, ah, ahhhh…” Spitfire braces herself against you, tensing her body up and trying desperately to hold onto the building feeling inside of her loins. “Ahh~!” You feel the pegasus shake against you as she presses her chest up against yours. You slip your hands up her hindquarters and up to her back, gently stroking her soaking coat as her moans begin to quiet down. With her cheeks glowing, she kisses up at your chin, while her hooves stroke the sides of your breasts. “Again,” she whispers in a lustful voice. “Please...?”

You run your hand up Spitfire’s wet neck as you look into her eyes, and tenderly rub her ear. She lets out a lustful sigh as you touch her. You slip your unoccupied hand back down to her nether’s and find her tender opening, quickly rubbing your fingers against the surface of her folds. Her passionate moaning resumes quickly when you touch her, and she hangs her mouth open, quickly losing herself in bliss. You lean your head in and touch your mouth to Spitfire’s, coaxing her into a kiss. Spitfire does her best to lock lips with yours, but her mind is in another place as she’s building up to a second orgasm. You slide your middle finger in between her entrance while you keep your index finger out, and gently rub her swollen clit. The pegasus’s wings quickly flush out, one of them being restricted to the wall at the side of the tub. With her lips being caressed by yours, Spitfire begins to desperately moan into your mouth.

“Mm... mm, mm, mmmm! Mmm~” With a final shudder, you feel a quick warm force jet out against your hand. You push her lips closed and rub your palm against the slit again, drawing out even more sounds of pleasure from her.

“Hah... oh...” Spitfire swoons as she lays her head against your chest again, and you continuously pat her back, as if you were helping rub away any more pent up excitement that might be lingering in her body. After a few minutes of blissful silence, she begins to stir and grabs a bottle of body wash and motions it to you. You squeeze a dollop of the gel and massage it into her damp coat and her brilliant mane, working up a thick lather of suds. Spitfire unplugs the tub and rinses herself off before she steps out, allowing you to do the same. You both dry yourself off with the hotel towels, and then eye the pair of bathrobes hanging on the wall. Spitfire looks from the robe sized for ponies, and then looks up at you, desperately stifling a giggle. “Unless you happened to bring a pair of jammies with you, looks like you’ll be dressing the way ponies do: wearin’ nothin’ at all!” she says, swishing her tail. You give her a mock frown in response. “Hey come on, you’ll get used to it. It’s not like you’re going outside like that.”

Keeping the small towel wrapped around your head, you follow Spitfire out of the bathroom, and let the cool air of leaving the humid room hit your naked body. You turn your head from side to side instinctively, making sure there’s no one else in the room. Now that you’re sure it’s just you and her, you let the joy of being all natural overtake you. In fact, as you make your way towards the bedroom, you let your hips sway to and fro in a proud sauntering fashion. Right next to the large bed is a tray topped with champagne and various cheese snacks and veggies, with a note reading “A pleasure to have the Wonderbolts staying with us. Have a wonderful night! –Staff”

“Yup, one of the perks of being a Wonderbolt: free booze!” Spitfire smirks as she drifts towards the table and grabs two crystal glasses and motions one towards you. Once you have it in your hands, she uncorks the bottle with her teeth, and wraps a wing around it, pouring it in your glass and hers. The two of you clink glasses and take a sip. Spitfire lies next to you, her orange tail resting over your leg.

“Oh, those cheese snacks look good,” she remarks, looking back over at the tray of food. “Think you could get me one of those?” You teasingly ask her why she can’t get them herself. “Come on, you’re closer to it.” she responds. You roll your eyes, finish your glass of champagne, and lift yourself to your knees as you reach out towards the snacks. You’ve almost got one in your hand, when you suddenly feel something warm drag across your vaginal lips, followed by the sound of a deep inhale.

“Ah…” you hear Spitfire exhale. “You smell sweeter than I gave you credit for.” You turn your head back just in time to catch a glimpse of her standing on her hooves, with her nose pressed deeply into your vaginal lips. You make a remark about how it seems her hooves have made a full recovery. She winks at you and says, “I told the doc I’d be fine by tonight.” She then carefully steps across the bed, and brushes her face up against your cheek. You look at her face, and see an expression full of tenderness, but with that competitive smirk that she wears before every air show. You know how much she wants it from you, and you can’t lie to yourself: you want it too.

The two of you press your mouths together, quickly pushing your tongues past each other’s mouths and feeling up every inch inside. Spitfire advances towards you, gently guiding you to lay on your back while she rests on top of you. The pegasus drags one delicate hoof across your breasts while she kisses you, the toe of her hoof tickling your nipples. Her empty hoof finds its way to the back of your neck and gently brushes your soft skin. While her forelegs are busy tending to your upper body, her hindleg finds itself wedged between your thighs, brushing up against your tingling folds. You begin to whimper from the pressure against your nerves, and Spitfire takes notice. Giving your mouth a final peck, she slides her face down your chest, shifting herself downwards so her foreleg can properly reach your fissure. With her hoof pressing against the surface of your entrance, Spitfire presses her mouth into your belly, peppering your soft skin with gentle kisses. As she presses into your clitoris, you feel your legs clench as the feeling in your loins quickly begins to build, rapidly pushing up to a peak...

“Sh, sh, shhhh, settle…” Spitfire murmurs after pulling her hoof away, and gently stroking your arm. “What’s your hurry? We’ve got the whole night to ourselves.” Your body is shaking from being so close to orgasm. Now Spitfire’s treating you gingerly, and letting your body cool down, in the slowest and most agonizing way possible.

“Ready for the next step?” Spitfire asks, placing a kiss on the top of your hand. You hastily nod your head, as she slips her hooves across your inner thighs and keeps them spread apart. The Wonderbolt captain dips her head down and pushes her tongue into your pussy again, drinking up your fluids. This time, she’s able to press her nose into your nub a bit as she rubs her hoof against your inner thigh. She takes a deep breath through her nostrils, inhaling the scent of your arousal, and her orange wings instantly flare up.

You in turn begin to moan out loud as your arms hang back behind you, one draped over the other. Each press of her tongue into your caverns sends an enticing pulse through your body, from your loins all the way up to your head. Your body feels the need to close its legs together, but Spitfire has her hooves pressed against them to protect her head. You look down past your chest towards the pegasus with her muzzle buried in your loins. She looks up at you a moment to make eye contact, then pulls her head back just slightly enough to expose some of her tongue. She dives back in, pulling her lips up and wrapping them around your clit as she begins to gently suck around the tiny nub. The sudden pressure causes your legs to shiver, as you arch your back and bring your hips slightly upward, feeling a pulse of arousal course through your body. Spitfire does well to keep her head mouth right on your button even as you writhe, making sure to keep the pressure on until you’ve reached a finish.

Spitfire pulls her head up from your lap, and licks her lips. She places her hoof on your tummy and rubs in circles as you continue to writhe against the bed. “Mm, you’re a little firecracker,” she murmurs, as she looks up at you. “ I just love lighting you up and watching you burst. Think you’re ready for one more?” You smile and nod. Spitfire pushes your leg up and slips her hindleg underneath. Her other leg reaches over your stomach, as she mashes her pony vagina against your own. The sensation of feeling your bodies connect makes your heart flutter. She has her teeth clenched as she’s bucking into you, putting everything she has into driving you home. You can feel from how wet and warm she is that her pleasuring you has built her up all over again, just as much as she had been in the tub. Her cheeks are red and she’s trying to hold herself back from giving in before you do.

“Yeah, yeah come on babe, I know you want it so bad. Almost there, you’re gonna love it so much… come on…” Her chants almost sound like she’s pleading as she continues.

You brace yourself up on your hands so the two of you can stare at each other. Spitfire’s concentrating hard on rubbing her lower lips against yours. Your excited juices mingle together as you embrace and feel the heat emanating from each others bodies. Her determined blushing face makes your arousal spike for the final time as you scream out, and your arms give way. With your head lying against the end of the mattress, your hips push out and along with a surge that shoots from your loins and spreads through your chest, you feel yourself squirt the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever felt in your life. You hear Spitfire sigh out as a bit of wetness washes over your lower lips. Spitfire pulls herself up and crawls over to you, lifting your upper body up in her foreleg as she kisses your trembling mouth. You lean forward and collapse on top of her as she brushes her hoof against your damp back.

“Heh… that’s quite a performance we put on, don’t you think?” she asks you. You smile and shake your head at her jests before you lean against her shoulder, hardly able to stay awake. “You know… I think I could get used to this.” you hear her say before you drift off to sleep.

Author's Note

I know most of you were wanting Fluttershy; hang tight, she's on her way, I promise! But I wanted to switch it up for once, and submit a story to be enjoyed by the female cloppers who wish they had a pony lover (yes, they exist, and no they don't live in the pots of gold at the end of a rainbow.
Hopefully you all enjoyed this, a big wonderful thank you to Yumberduddle for the pointers she was able to offer me. Keep on cloppin'!