Spitfire's a Bitch

>"Hey Cap, think fast!"
>Spitfire laughs a little as she bounces back to evade the playful swat of a tail.
>After a moment, she pauses and fixes the guilty stallion with a glare before giggling.
>"Sorry, I just couldn't keep it up!"
>“Yeah, thanks for keeping an eye out for me in training today.”
>Winking, the Captain nods.
>“Of course!  We’re a team after all”
>The stallion gives a short chuckle and nods before he disappears into the colt's locker room
>With a sigh, Spitfire does the same, pushing open the filly door and trotting inside.
>The girls all say a few words, their Captain giving a few nods as she passes them by.
>She can't help giving her flank a little extra wiggle as she moves to her locker.
>The latex-like material clings to the Captain's tight tush, the soft blue color only partially obscuring her plump labial lips and perky pucker.
>Moreover, it slides delightfully against her sensitive spots, flooding her brain with the most wonderful feeling.
>With a heady sigh, she fixes her wobbly vision on the locker.
>"I really do have the best job in Equestria."
>Humming to herself, Spitfire strips out of her uniform.
>This is arguably the worst part of the day.
>She would much rather ride the endorphin high all the way home, but regs stipulated that all uniforms must be accounted for at the end of the day.
>Considering the number of pony perverts who would love to get their hooves on them, it's understandable.
>But still the Captain sighs, feeling the constant pressure finally begin to fade as she strips.



>The weight of the world slowly begins to bear down on her.
>Cadet training next week
>A bunch of autographs to sign
>And bills.
>Ugh.
>Rolling her eyes, the golden mare drops her goggles and suit into the locker.
>She pulls out a tab at the top of the metal case.
>Tomorrow she'd have a freshly laundered suit
>The very thought sends a delightful chill down her spine.
>But, that's tomorrow.
>Stumbling into the showers, she gives a few grunts and tries to get her arousal under control.
>The ghostly sensations of fabric against flesh still linger, though they're quickly becoming more irritating than enjoyable.
>After scrubbing up and toweling off, she makes her way out of the locker room, intent on making it home as quickly as possible and clopping one out.
>"Hey Cap, think fast!"
>Spitfire raises an eyebrow, even as a tail slaps her on the flank.
>The stallion from before is cheesing like a fool.
>"Ha, guess you've lost a step, huh Cap?"
>Her blood boils in her veins as she steps closer to him.
>“What did you just say to me?”
>The fucking stallion, still grinning, shrugs and laughs.
>“I just thought you’d be on your game, like you’re always telling us.”
>Cheeky cunt.
>Setting her lips into a thin line, Spitfire reaches out and grabs the male by the withers, pulling him right up to her snout.



>"What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you fucking limp dick? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Wonderbolt Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous raids on the Changeling Horde, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in aerial warfare and I’m the top fighter in the entire Equestrian armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another kill mark on my wall. I will blow you the fuck out with tricks and tactics the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me? Think again, fucker. I am contacting our superiors and your pussy ass is going to be out on the street faster than you can fucking blink so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hooves. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Wonderbolts, both armaments and bureaucratic, and I will use both to their full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo."
>The stallion stares ahead and Spitfire sighs, shoving him back to the ground before storming home.
>Fucking newbies.