Spitfire x Anon

LEFT, LEFT, LEFT RIGHT LEFT!
>You run in line with Spitfire's shouts, your breathing heavy as you struggle to keep pace
>It had been four weeks into your mandatory service with the Wonderbolts acadamy; Rainbow Dash had suggested you join to

"Get a feel for the service"
>Due to your status as hairless ape that can't fly, you were mostly drilled into the ground with pushups, running,

obstacle courses, and Celestia knows what else they had you feel like doing
Alright recruit, that's enough!
>The orange pegasus snarls as you grind to a halt, panting and gasping for air as you wipe the sweat from your brow
>It's late in the evening, the sun is setting
>You've been doing drills for nearly the entire day, save for meal breaks
>On the plus side, you're in the best shape you've been in your life
Alright recruit, back to your bunk for some R&R
>Relieved, you head back to your measley tent, self segregated from the rest of the cadets

>The sun's gone down as you try to get some rest
>Suddenly, the base's loudspeaker breaks the silence
Private Anon, please report to the Captains quarters. Private Anon, to the Captains quarters
>Great, just the luck you needed
>You double time it over to the captains quarters on the other side of the base, not wanting to keep pissy feathers busy
>Opening up the small cabin, you let yourself in
>Funny, nobody else seems to be around
>You knock on the office door, ready for a chewout fron Spitfire
Come in, private
>You open the door, closing it behind you
Now private anon, I'll bet you're wondering why I called you here..
>You nod; you were at least somewhat prepared to get a decent nights rest before
You know you're a...special cadet; and that you get...special training...
>Your eyebrows furrow; Sarge normally doesn't talk to you more than 30 seconds, and it's ususally in shouting
>You stand at attention, telling her you're not quite sure what she means
Private anon, I'm going to have to give you a special drill; you're to follow my orders expicitly, or I will have you

dishonorably discharged so fast you'll think you were caught in a pegasi hurricane

>Spitfire's voice returns back to that cold, domineering tone. You continue standing in your rigid position
Now, it's time for an inspection. Disrobe, private
>You dumbly blink; she can't be serious, can she?
>Not wanting to take the chance, you strip off your hastily made uniform; finally removing your underpants
>You shiver as you cup your privates, your skin crawling with goosebumps as the orange pegasus eyes your exotic looking

body
What's the matter private, cold?
>She trots over to you, brushing her tail against your legs; instinctively provoking another shiver from you
Drop those hands private; that's an order
>You slide your hands away, revealing your member to your superior. She eyes it curiously, before trotting over to the

door, sliding the lock
Private, I want you do get on your hands and knees now
>You stare at her, incredulous for a second
YOU HEARD ME MAGGOT. GET DOWN, NOW
>The sudden shout brings you to the ground; kneeling onto the carpet
>Your face goes beet red and your heart begins to race; what on earth had gotten into her?
>Too afraid to turn around, you feel a sudden, sharp blow to your left cheek, your rear flashing with pain as an audible

SMACK fills the office
>You cry out more out of instinct if anything, bending your body into the floor

>Bracing yourself this time, you feel another strike to your rear, the sharp pain causing you to grit your teeth
>Throughout Spitfire's assault, you feel your member starting to harden as your CO continues to strike you
>She trots over to your side, kicking you onto your back and revealing your stiff cock
What's this, Private? This turning you on?
>Your bottom flares in pain as you nod, the orange pegasus spitting out the riding crop in her mouth
Don't you move, maggot. You're mine for tonight, you hear?
>Not wanting to incite any more anger from Spitfire, you lay still
>She grins, crawling on top of you, placing her groin on your face
>Her visible slit presses against your nose as her tail swishes across your chest
I'd get licking if I were you, Private
>Not wanting to leave a lady waiting (Or in this case disobey orders), you start licking at her lips, penatrating her

snatch with your tongue
>Spirfire lets out a moan of pleasure, her wings splaying out as you service her
>You start to swirl your tongue inside of her, starting to flick at her bead on the oft occasion
>Spitfire lets loose a gentle coo, flapping a few times before she slides her groin furhter into your face, running a hoof

through your hair
Just like that, maggot...

>Despite being hardly able to breathe, you continue your work on Spitfire, your tongue seemingly doing wonders
>She thrusts a few times into your face, her front hooves gripping your temples; seemingly holding on to you for dear life
Y-You better get ready, maggot
>She moans, clearly at her breaking point, grinding her vag against your face as you eat her out, flicking her clit with

your tongue
>She gives one last rock into your face before giving a small squeal, her marehood quivering almost violently as she

climaxes on your face, mare juice spilling onto your face
>She rolls off, panting as gasping as you cough violently, your breathing finally unobstructed
>She gives a kick to your side, causing you to double back over in pain
>Spitfire grabs back onto your legs, spreading them as she gives your member a long lick, from base to tip
Now listen here, you worthless maggot. You don't have permission to cum unless I give you orders too, is that understood?
>You nod, your face still caked with her juices

>You watch in anticipation as the mare gives your head a few gentle licks before taking it into her mouth, swirling her

tongue around your gland
>You try your best to keep your composure as she slides her head down to your shaft, slowly going down on your manhood
>Her mouth fully engulfs your manhood, making stern eye contact with you through her sunglasses as she starts to bob and

and down, a small slurping sound audible
>You lean your head back, your mouth agape as the pegasus works her wonders on you, her tongue swirling around your shaft,

and her hooves gripping your thigh
>You feel a familar pressure in your nethers, but try your best to hold back
>Spitfire raises her head, looking into your eyes with a mix of sadistic pleasure and smug satisfaction, licking your head

teasingly
>You feel your left testicle flare up in pain as you try to hold back your orgasm
>Spitfire gives you a sly look, still licking you
Fire when ready...
>The pent up orgasm comes full circle, your load rocketing out and splattering on Spitfire's muzzle and face
>You lean your head back as she raises herself up, licking some of your semen off
Alright Private, back to your tent
>She tosses your clothes at you, quickly pushing you out of her office still nude
>You stare off into space for a second, before a lone thought wanders into your mind
>Wonder if I'll get furlough now...

FIN