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- For a fetish roll thread. In a weird stroke of fate, I got Lingerie, Ass Play and Anal. Weird. Spitfire, natch.
- >The clatter of hooves against the ground snaps you out of your daze.
- >From beyond the door, you can hear the tired grunts and pops as Spitfire stretches and eases out the kinks of a day spent in the air.
- >Soon enough, the door opens and you flash her a smile.
- "Hey there, hotstuff."
- >"Mmf."
- >Well, it's about what you get out of her most days, so you can't really complain.
- >You turn down the heat on the stove and move over to her.
- >The golden mare is still snug in her flight suit, the miracle fabric clinging to and highlighting every contour of her body
- >Including the very out of place lines around her hindquarters that slope down along the curve of her flanks, drawing even more attention there than usual.
- >You slide your finger along her panty line and smile as she shudders
- "Exciting day?"
- >"Like you wouldn't believe. They got wedged up during one of our flight tests and have been rubbing against me all day."
- >The Wonderbolt Captain wets her lips and quirks an eyebrow.
- >"Maybe, you'd do me a favor and help me out of this suit?"
- >Well, she doesn't have to ask twice.
- >The thin teeth purr as you slide the zipper down, letting the flashy mare step out of her uniform and shake down her hair.
- >Spitfire makes sure to give her flank an extra wiggle as she wriggles free, the soft pink lace underwear clinging to her nethers like a second skin, showcasing her puffy, needy lips and plump anus.
- >"Mmm, much better dear..."
- "I'll say."
- >You give a small laugh and let your fingers roam about the proud pony's pronounced posterior.
- >She gives a shaky sigh and you see the tension ooze out from her body as the fabric shifts from too much to just enough and then back again
- >"Ah, it feels so good to be able to breathe again."
- >You can't help but pinch her panties a little, tugging them back against her overstimulated pussy.
- >The Captain winces and gives a short gasp before rolling her eyes.
- >"Come on you grabby human, don't you have a meal to see to?"
- >Spitfire's tone is cold and reserved, like she's speaking to a recruit, but there's an ever so slight quiver in her voice.
- >You pause for several seconds before dragging your index finger along her plump pucker
- >"Ahhh!"
- >The too cool attitude is gone in an instant as the gold mare shudders, nearly stumbling forward onto her snout as her legs threaten to give out from under her.
- >You chuckle and give the bung button another press.
- "I think we can wait a little while on food, don't you? Food isn't the only need you've got right now, is it."
- >"Sh-shut up!"
- >Spitfire's face has taken on a light red color on her muzzle while her eyebrows have tilted downward in an attempt to be stern
- >Clearly she's trying to regain control of the situation.
- >How cute.
- >Puffing up her chest, the Captain makes her move.
- >"I've been in the air all day and what I need is to refuel. So if you can't do that..."
- >Spitfire's words catch in her throat as you slide your finger under the line of her panties
- >You catch your tongue between your lips in a playful smile as uncertainty flickers in her eyes.
- >"Hon, pl-"
- >Too late.
- >Smiling wide, you slip your finger inside her anus.
- >Spitfire gives a raucous grunt unfitting of a commanding officer that you feel down in the floorboards.
- >Well, it's either the grunt or her collapsing onto the floor, whimpering helplessly.
- >"P-please!"
- "Please, what?"
- >You bend your finger so that your second knuckle is pressed up against her raised rectum and turn your wrist to the left and then to the right
- >The Captain whimpers, burying her face in her hooves as she tries to silence her cries.
- >Out of the goodness of your heart, you leave your finger motionless for a little while
- >Spitfire's hot, relieved sighs paint the cool floor with a thin sheen of moisture as she tries to collect herself.
- >Only she doesn't do it nearly fast enough for your liking.
- >A second finger joins the first, moving all the way down to the bottom knuckle this time.
- >The once limp mare jerks upright, or at least her front does.
- >Spitfire's forelegs seem to lock into place, throwing a hitch into her back as she attempts to force herself further down onto your fingers.
- >Despite that, she manages a breathy moan of distress.
- >"N-n-nooooo!"
- >With a dark chuckle, you wriggle your fingers against her insides, alternating your fingers like a pair of legs, making sure always to maintain contact with either your fingertips or your fingernails.
- >In spite of her whimpering, you can feel the toned pegasus' muscles milking your fingers with a deep, lusty hunger."
- >Through breathless sighs, the mare moans.
- >"We, we shouldn't."
- "I'm pretty sure we should. You have needs after all."
- >To drive the point home, your fingers slide deeper into the mare's rectal railway, forcing a portion of the plump pucker inside.
- >Spitfire's eyes roll back and a pleased smile flits across her face
- >"Nn, yeah."
- >But all too soon it's gone and the furrowed brow makes a comeback.
- >"I-I mean no! You know what happens to me when we do that."
- >Chuckling, you slide along the floor on your knees, placing your lips near her ear.
- "I do."
- >Your fingers begin to pull out of her rear, pushing back against her squeezing muscles the entire while.
- >Spitfire squirms and gives an helpless whimper as she feels you exiting her.
- "You get all wound up and go in to training with bags under your eyes."
- >The confines of her lacy panties stretch just enough to pull all but the tips of your fingers from her hot hole, and so you pause.
- >You can feel a gentle pulling from the ace's anus, trying desperately to find itself filled again.
- >"T-that's right. And I can't fly right either. I don't get anything out of it, I may as well just not show up."
- >Time slows to a crawl as the two of you square off.
- >It's not quite fair though, as Spitfire's already in such a state, you can almost smell the arousal pouring off of her.
- >After several long seconds, you let your warm breath tickle her ear as you whisper
- "Then I suppose, you had better let them know you're a little under the weather tomorrow."
- >With that, you jam your fingers back into the mare.
- >Spitfire cries and collapses onto the floor again, writhing and kicking her legs against the ground.
- >"N-no, no, nnnn!"
- >Your fingers pump relentlessly into her hershey highway, earning hitching gasps as repayment.
- >At last, legs still flailing, the pegasus breaks.
- >"Yes, yes! Please, I'm so close!"
- >With a heavy cry, Spitfire grinds her muzzle into the wooden slats on the floor.
- >A heady rush of pheromones tickles at your nose as her ravenous rectum clenches down on your fingers.
- >"Oh, oh that's the spot, ace!"
- >With an enthusiastic sigh, the mare rubs her heated cheeks against the floor, trying desperately to cool herself down.
- >It's another twenty seconds or so before the mare grins and shakes her head, sending her mane flying about like a wildfire.
- >"What a rush there, hm? I knew you were a good choice for a wingpony."
- >She seems much more relaxed now, the tension completely gone from her body.
- >The cheeky mare even goes so far as to walk away from you, pulling your fingers out in the process.
- >With a pleased grin, she stalks over to the stove and eyes the progress of the meal.
- >Seriously?
- >You clear your throat, earning a curious look from the satisfied Spitfire.
- "Uh, aren't you forgetting something?"
- >The Captain cocks her head to the side and raises an eyebrow, to which you sigh and point to the engorged erection nearly erupting from your pants.
- >"Oh, that."
- >The Wonderbolt ace shrugs and tosses her mane to the side a little.
- >"I don't think so, champ; I'm just feeling too loose right now."
- >Wait.
- >Seriously?
- >You scowl, but notice the cheeky grin returning to her lips.
- >"Besides, I have to let the other 'bolts know that I'm not going to be coming in tomorrow. We'll just leave out the part where you're going to break me like a wild pony."
- >...
- >It'll do.
- >You smile and wash up, the two of you going about finishing preparing for dinner.
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