Soarin x Spitfire - Oneshot

>Spitfire let out a small huff, glancing towards the door.

>"I just got into the Wonderbolt Academy, Soarin. If we get caught because you want to hump everything in sight, you're seriously going to pay."

>She pressed her partner against the lockers, keeping her eyes locked on his. Even in the dim ligh, they stood out boldly against her neatly groomed, coat and still damp mane.

>"But I guess I can't blame you," she said, purring, each world dripping like nectar off her tongue.

>Her teeth gripped the zipper of his trainee uniform, pulling it down slowly, stopping just shy of his twitching length.

>Her breath danced against his throat, her chest rubbing against his, staining his fur with her sweet scent.

>"A lead pony has to take care of her wing pony, huh?"

>Spitfire pressed against him harder, dragging her tongue against his jaw as her wing slipped inside his suit, wrapping around his thick length and stroking slowly.

>The reaction was immediate, and satisfyingly, all too familiar. This wasn't this first time they had played with each other.

>But it was the first time they could say they played as adults.

>Spitfire cooed softly, each dexterous feather rubbing slowly over his tip, teasing his sensitive slit as pre smeared against her feather and the inside of his suit.

>"That's a goooood boy," she purred, biting his ear and tugging gently toward her, forcing his face to press against her tufts of chest fur.

>The feeling was devine, each throb and twitch sent chills down her spine, a bit of drool running down her cheek as she tightened the grip of her wing, feeling Soarin's chest rise suddenly.

>She pressed her thighs together, eyes rolling back as she felt Soarin buck his hips, hugging her thin frame close as burst after burst of his seed stained her wing, and his stomach and uniform.

>Spitfire shoved him back against the lockers, panting heavily, a few drops of her excitement landing between her hooves.

>"Better not go soft-"

>A loud bell chimed overhead, the ringing lingering as it echoed across the small room.

>Spitfire let out a low groan, shooting an annoyed glance at Soarin as the all-too-familiar announcement played.

"All Recruits report to the track for endurance training!"

>Spitfire bit her cheek, walking past her spent little partner.

>"C'mon Soarin," she huffed.

>"You need this endurance training more than me."