So how did this all start, exactly?
Winding up here, laying atop a horribly uncomfortable motel bed, in a room that smells like swear and depression? Well to be honest, its really not as bad as it sounds. Minus that part about the smell, of course.
It started when my friend Scooter bought up some tickets to the Wonderbolt show, and of course he was psyched out of his bloody mind, I mean, who wouldn't be? I laid a few hints out there I was interested in going, but of course he decided to take his girlfriend.
Scratch that, ex-girlfriend.
She caught him cheating on her a few days before, so they split, and I ended up with the extra ticket. Lets start the story out from there.
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The first thing that hit me about the stadium was obviously the sound, shortly followed by the lights. The sound was as if you were standing underneath a waterfall, being pelted from all sides by a rupturing sound. Then the lights, by God they were beautiful, but being surrounded by the night sky they stung like hell.
The stadium had to be able to have 200 hundred of my houses inside it, I mean the thing was huge, and the drop of to the ground below wasn't anything small either, the stadium being escalated far above the ground.
I always wear a dark blue hoodie, kinda a trademark thing, and have brown hair to top it off. My friend Scooter usually has some sort of sports team jersey on, and short black hair. He stands about a foot taller than me, sporting a obvious muscle advantage, for the fact he exercises and the fact I'm a bit small for my age.
I looked all around the stadium, taking in flashes of the people around me, gathering bits of audio and visual from gatherings taking place all around. I nearly got lost a few times on the way to our seats, taking a stop to smell some of the sizzling foods our look out over the ground below us. By far the most beautiful sight I've seen.
I finally got myself focused after about the fifth time Scooter had to yell at me to stay focused, guiding me to our seats, for me having no prior knowledge of the stadium. He was in a sense that of a older brother to me, always there to look out and guide me, help out in tough situations, but most importantly be the occasional ass. What are brothers for?
Our seats were rather nice, about halfway up the bleachers, a nice view out onto the field and far enough way from the rowdy "first rowers" who were always a bother.
I felt a little nudge at my shoulder, so I turned to see Scooter with an amped expression on his face. "Dude, this show is going to be sick! I don't know how you can sit there looking all bored when your about to see the greatest Wonderbolts show yet!"
I shrug off any hint of hostility that might've been meant, responding in a calm voice. "I'm just thinking, okay? You know me, always the thoughtful one. Anyways, what exactly makes this show so great?"
I hear the quiet sound of a snicker, followed by a clever smirk. "Oh, you've obviously never been to a Wonderbolts show, my friend. Each show is always better than the last! Can't complain about the views you get of that captain either, pretty nice ass there."
"Oh, never knew you felt that way about Soarin!" I throw at him in a mocking voice.
He shakes his head, yelling at me to shut up and turning back to his view of the stadium, chuckling a bit more to himself. I look back as well, seeing the show is meant to start soon, I lay back and prepare myself to be "blown away".
Suddenly loud booms go off, making my heart lurch a little, as fireworks high above us (brilliant combinations of blues, greens, and reds) signal the beginning of the show. Finding my angle not completely satisfactory, I sit up a little, just in time to catch a view of the six essential Wonderbolts come bursting up from below the stadium. They have little wooden plane like contraptions tied around them, connected at the waist and chest, with a handle meant for steering ahead. A small engine was placed in the back, which powered little jets under each wing to propel the plane forward. Followed a a trail of built up steam, they spiral around each other, quickly making their way high above all the ponies in the stands. They stop for a few seconds, then flip over upside down to face us, and begin a rapid descent down.
Their tricks continue, one after another, each one perfectly executed with precise movement and synchronization, making me more and more impressed by the second, until I can hardly keep my excitement in my seat. In fact, I didn't, toppling forward a row about halfway through the show, accidentally misplacing my weight. I collapse onto the large man ahead of me, forcing his head into a forward lurch directly into his bag of buttered popcorn.
In a shortened way of putting it, I was quickly escorted out of the stadium.
I solemnly made my way out the stadium doors, gathering more than a few dirty looks from people along the way, and found myself in the rain outside. I stretched my legs out, prepping myself for a long walk, before I made my way up high atop a nearby hill just a little ways down the street, onto a patch of grass a couple hundred feet above the stadium, the closest I could get.
I found a comfortable little spot, far enough away from the others with my same idea that I didn't have to listen to what they had to say, too bothered with myself to want interaction. I laid on my belly, peeking over the cloud to the stadium below, catching blurs and shadows of the action.
After what felt like a few seconds, I slipped back to awareness, not even realizing I had fallen asleep in the first place. I was in the same place, thanking to God I hadn't rolled down the hill in my sleep, but when I sat up, now found myself all alone. Beside one other person.
"Um, hello over there! Sorry to bother you, but um, could you possibly tell me what the time is?" I try to shout over, without sounding too loud or demanding.
I see as the person stands up, shaking out its legs before walking over and taking a new spot up beside me. "I have no way of knowing that." Apparently a she says, rather bluntly.
The orange haired gal beside me is somewhat addicting to look at, a light orange coloring of hair draws my eyes in, and making it hard to look away. Her VERY soft looking hair is slicked back in a ponytail, the tail looking similar to that of a flame, which is when I'm suddenly stricken by who this stunning girl is. Spitfire, Captain of the Wonderbolts!
"Oh, sorry to bother you then...Ms. Spitfire?"
"Please, just Spitz, or fire, or Spitfire. No Ms. though, we're all friends here." She flashes over a kindly smile, tantalizing me by the kind look in her beautiful eyes, and the softness of her glistening lips.
I quickly shake my head, forcing all those thoughts away out of my head, not wanting to come off as a creep the first time meeting this woman. That was the kind of person I was, and not the kind I wanted to be either, she was just very distracting.
Then I saw the look she was giving me from my furious head shaking."
Her eyebrows raised in a look of concern, she asks "You okay there, fella? You seem troubled."
"Nope, everything perfectly fine here, Spitfire!" I realized how stupid that sounded, both by the use of her full name and that fact my voice cracked halfway through.
She lets out a meek little yawn, flopping backwards onto her back and stretching out. "Hey, come relax. The stars are out for once tonight." She looks up at me, with a look of gentle friendliness, mixed with a bit of being tired.
I only stare at her for a few seconds, distracted by her slender, curvy body, before I snap myself back to focus and does as she says, laying down beside her on the soft cloud. I move about a bit, nestling into a comfortable position beside her, the shining stars directly before me, especially beautiful tonight. Being clear of all the smog, we had a picture perfect view of the galaxy laid out before us, and it was breath taking.
I hear a ruffling sound beside me, looking over to see her positioning herself upon her side so she was facing me. "That was a pretty nice performance you had down there, lucky you got out with just a warning. The guards down there can be pretty brutal sometimes."
"Oh, really? I think I could've handle them!" I playfully smirk, finding myself oddly comfortable with her, me usually stuttering a whole ton talking to one this pretty.
"Oh, is that so? A guy as little as you?"
"Hey, I'm not that tiny! I'm average sized! And hell, your smaller than be!"
"Well I gotta be aerodynamic." She giggles a little, cute as hell "Whats your excuse?"
I simply shake my head, laughing it off. "But anyways, glad you enjoyed my performance. Yours wasn't that bad either"
"Woah there sassy!" She slugs my shoulder, gentle but playfully enough.
I suck up a deep breath, gathering the motivation to roll over onto my side, now face to face with her. I can't help but feel a little heat rise in my cheeks, taking in the sweet smells of her sweat. "So why are you up here anyways?"
"Just to get a little quiet, you don't know what its like to be a celebrity. Never really have time to do what you want."
"Well, then what do you want to do?" I ask, legitimately interested, always interested to know about other people. One of the quirks about having few friends.
"I dunno. Have a family, get married, have a less intense job after I retire? Nothing I can really just sit down and do in a night." She lets out a soft sigh, and we are close enough her warm breath brushes over me.
I watch her quietly, taking in her small features, thinking about how she smells and the taste of her breath. Suddenly I get overflowed, wanting nothing more than to feel her against me, and I lean forward, pressing my lips firmly against hers, feeling her tender kiss.
Surprisingly she doesn't fight it, letting our lips lock in a tender kiss, as she slowly puts a arm around me, pulling my body up close so it pushes against hers. I feel her warmth against my chest, her small tender body against mine, her small breasts against me chest and I can taste the passion in her kiss.
Soon I feel her wet tongue slip into my mouth, and I meet hers with mine, softly rubbing it as we continue to kiss with great passion, our mouths pressed close together. Thoughts rush into my head, feelings filling me up as I find our wet tongue wrestling, out taste mixing together inside her mouth, and I can't control myself.
I feel pressure building up by my waist, and apparently she does too as she slowly pulls her lips off mine to look down, and after a moment of fear I do as well. Sure enough, I see my large, bulky erection, and feel as though I would rather be dead.
"You liked that, huh?" I hear her soft little voice say, and all I can do is nod, not able to face her.
In a flash of movement I suddenly feel her body pressing down as mine, as she rolls over onto me, smiling giddily. I go directly into a blushing fit, unsure of what she plans on doing, until she leans down and begins kissing my neck, eliciting a few moans from me. She continues placing tender kisses on me, working her way down my body, all the way until shes right above my manhood, now harder than ever.
She casually carresses my lump through my pants, sending shivers up throughout my body. Finally, she undoes my button and slips them down to my knees, soon followed by my boxers, leaving my cock to pop out in front of her.
She makes a spot eye level with it, softly lifting it up with one hand and rubbing over its fleshy length with another, eyeing it lustfully. She leans forward, sticking her orange tongue out and giving a long lick up the shaft of it, sending pleasure throughout my body. She continues to give sloppy licks, taking in the taste of my cock and apparently enjoying it.
She licks up to my sensitive head, swirling her little tongue around it to coat it in her spit, before she locks it in her lips, tenderly sucking the meat.
I grip tightly onto the grass for support, my head thrown back as I struggle to control myself from climaxing too soon, but she sends pleasure throughout my whole body.
She slowly lowers her head onto my cock, taking in a few inches of my member and continues sucking softly on it, licking around on it inside her mouth, massaging it with her tongue.
Suddenly without warning, my waist tenses up and I feel immense pleasure surge through me, as I begin letting a load out of my warm cum into her mouth, but she doens't pull away.
She takes load after load into her mouth, until I die off, and she spits most of it away, swallowing the rest down. Smiling up at me, I hear her say "Want to get a room?"
