I am seriously tired of this bullshit. Spitfire thought after signing the hundredth autograph that day. She and the rest of the team were sitting at a table outside the Cloudsdale flying arena, where they had just recently put on a show for all of the young pegasi. She liked flying more than anything, but they were doing shows twice every other day. The stress was beginning to show. Her red eyes from the lack of sleep, and extensive use of her wings were making them sag and ache. She was writing her signature down more aggressively each time a new fan trotted up to her. Some of them were even afraid to hoof their posters to her.
Her team was also getting on her nerves lately. They seemed to be alright with showing off their talents everyday and then bragging about their skill to each other back at their headquarters afterwards. It made Spitfire sick. It was all good fun for a while, but it was beginning to get old and she wanted to do something other than put on a show for others.
I should go out and do something fun tonight. I haven't been to the club, ‘Clipped Wings,’ in a long time and I've heard that famous DJ will be there tonight. With that thought, she bucked the seat she was sitting in and sent it flying into the side wall of the arena. Everypony stared at her with their jaws dropped.
"I'm done for today! I’m leaving!” she said with ferocity, and, with a grim smirk, she added, "Does anypony have any objections?" The look on her face was fiery as she stared down the crowd. Nopony made a sound. With a satisfied huff, she walked off to get ready for the club.
Soarin sat there with his hoof between his eyes. He knew that Spitfire was going to lose it eventually. She had been in a bad mood since the day the team signed a contract with the Cloudsdale Arena manager. Well, everypony signed it, but her because she had told them that it wasn’t worth doing so many shows for over a year. Also, as their captain, Spitfire had a lot more responsibilities than the other team members.
He turned his head to his team members and said, "I'm gonna go check on her and make sure she doesn't tear down the place. Can you guys handle the rest of these autographs?" They nodded at him and continued on with their signings.
He looked at the rest of the fans and said loudly, "I’m sorry to inform you all, but I must go tend to Spitfire. She hasn’t been feeling well lately." He pushed his chair out and trotted towards their home. Many pegasi frowed by his leave, but they simply moved into the other lines for Fleetfoot and the other Wonderbolts.
As quickly she had left, Spitfire had made it to their headquarters and was in her room. Her room had not only a nice big bed and fancy dresser with all the different sets of suits she wore for different events they go to, but she had a bathroom fit for Princess Celestia. Her pride and joy of the bathroom was her shower; it was big enough to fit the whole Wonderbolts team inside, and she had it all to herself. She was finally able to go in the bathroom and take off her sweaty, sticky uniform before entering the shower’s grand doorway. She left the water running for a few minutes before she entered, so it was nice and warm. With the water running through her orange gold mane. She smiled, falling into bliss. The pleasant sensation gave her an idea.
I have been tending to everypony else’s needs lately that I seem to have neglected my own. She then stood up on her hind legs and leaned against the wall before slowly moving her front hoof down to her marehood and beginning to rub slowly. Her moaning was soft, at first, as waves of pleasure shot through her. The sensation of each motion sent shivers through her whole body. She began to rub a bit faster and harder. Now, the sensation she felt was even stronger than what she felt before. The water continued to fall on her as she rubbed her clit faster and her moaning grew louder, echoing through her massive bathroom. Her head hung backwards from the ecstasy she felt. She had her eyes closed, but opened them to see her shower head remembering some thing very special about it
It was not only made to be able to detach from where it hung, but it also had a setting its head that read "massage".
Oh sweet Celestia, that would be perfect right now. Without a second thought, she stopped rubbing and grabbed the shower head, turning the dial and slowly dragging it to her crotch. The feeling of ecstasy doubled, and that was almost enough to send her over the edge; but, fortunately, not yet. She then continued to rub faster than before, the shower head and its overwhelming feeling almost throwing her off balance on her hind legs. Luckily, she was able to hold herself steady.
Her whole body stiffened from the orgasm as she continued to rub with the shower head until her body collapsed and fell onto the floor with a light thud. She was shaking from the intense orgasm she had given herself and relaxed, basking in its pleasure. If felt like she could lay there for days, alone with her sexual desires and a shower head
After cleaning herself properly, she came out of the shower and dried herself off with a towel. She smiled That felt so good. I can't seem to remember the last time I did that; it must have been way too long for me. Note to self: masturbating with the shower head increases intensity of orgasm She giggled to herself from the mental note.
Soarin entered the Wonderbolts’ headquarters quietly and looked around to see if Spitfire was anywhere. Once he saw that it was empty, he headed over to Spitfire's room and was ready to knock...
Spitfire had swung the door open; not hard, but she had no idea Soarin was there, so he got hit pretty hard across the face.
"Hey Spit. Will you just calm down for a second and just talk to me?" he said, muffled from him rubbing his cheek.
"I'm sorry Soarin… about your face and me not talking to you." She spoke with a somewhat sad look on her face as she began to trot to the exit.
"But don't you see you’re losing a lot fans with the way you've been acting lately?" He asked. She turned around and glared at him.
"Piss off, Soarin. If it wasn't for the team’s idiotic decision to sign that contract I wouldn't be acting like this!" He bowed his head. This was true. He didn't even consider how rough it would be on her, but instead he signed contract anyway.
"I understand what I did was wrong, but... this isn't the way to be acting about the past." Glumly, he looked at her. She raised an eyebrow.
"That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard you say. I’m well within my rights to be mad at all of you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be going out tonight." Soarin's lips fumbled, but no words came out. When Spitfire had her mind made up, nopony was capable of holding her back. She left the headquarters with a rather aggressive door slam and headed straight to Clipped Wings.
The building looked like a small, run down apartment complex with broken bared windows, and had a neon, wing shaped sign hanging on the edge saying "Clipped Wings". Spitfire was doing little skips in the air from the excitement she was feeling. She could hear the heavy pounding of the bass, and it only increased as she got closer to entrance. There was a long line of ponies waiting to get in and she grimaced at the idea of waiting so long.
Damn! How the buck am I gonna get in now? Bringing a hoof up to her chin, she looked around the building for any other entrances and there it was, as if Celestia herself put it there, an arrow sign pointing upwards saying "VIP" in gold letters. Perfect! She flew up pretty high so that nopony would see her, and then straightened out directly towards the top of the building. Landing pretty softly, she noticed, to her relief, that there was nopony waiting to enter. However, a burly looking bouncer stood next to the elevator. She trotted up to him and he recognized her immediately, so he simply nodded and pushed a button to open the elevator doors.
Once inside the elevator, she pushed the only button that had the letters VIP. The doors closed and the elevator went down to her floor. The sound of music was getting louder and a tingling urge to dance was sent through her, but she resisted until the doors opened. When they did, the full ambiance of bass hit her eardrums and it could only be described as majestic. She didn't even pay attention to her surrounding, and instead jumped out of the elevator and began to dance. Luckily for her there was nopony around her that would get hit by the wide turns and shakes of her rump.
Down below, Vinyl was turning dials and spinning records on her turntable, engulfed in the sound of her music. She opened her eyes for a bit and looked around. The stage she was in a big cage that hung from the rafters and was placed at the farthest side of the club, so she could see everything. The club had a massive dance floor with clouds changing colors to the beat and with a hundred or more ponies grinding and dancing to the music. She smiled wide at them. Her favorite part of this job was seeing ponies get lost in her beats as if nothing else mattered.
One pony that caught her attention was an orange and golden-maned pony that was dancing harder than any pony in the club. Wow, that pony really knows how to party. Vinyl couldn't look away from the frantically dancing pony. She was hypnotized by the orange mane bouncing and enjoyed the way she carried herself about. Though she had a constant stare, was still able to continue on with her work Let's see if I can make this pony my little puppet.
She giggled wickedly at the thought. So, she slowed down the rhythm entirely and watched as every pony slowed their grinding. The golden-maned mare slowed down also. She was on her hind legs with her front legs against the wall as she began grinding it. Oh my Celestia!
Vinyl expected her to start moving slow like everypony but she was really getting into it, as if the music was turning her on with its rhythmic beat. While she stared with her mouth hanging open, almost drooling, Vinyl noticed something interesting on the golden mare's rump. It was a thunderbolt cutie mark, meaning... She’s Spitfire, captain of the Wonderbolts! It was unbelievable. Vinyl had never seen her outside of shows before and never thought for a second that she would be out clubbing. Throughout the rest of the night, Vinyl had fun watching Spitfire shake her body with every rhythm change and beat mix.
After what felt like minutes to Spitfire, the music came to an end and she was dripping of sweat after dancing for hours. Pulling up a chair, she sat down, looked out from the balcony and saw a white coated and electric blue-maned mare in a cage being pulled up into the ceiling. Her eyes followed the her all the way up. The pony lifted up her sunglasses before winking at her with a wide grin. Spitfire blushed and looked away as the cage disappeared into ceiling.
Her music was amazing. I couldn't stop moving even when I wanted to. Soon afterwards, the cage came back down, but a different pony was in it. A mint green coated pony with fishnet stockings was flaunting her plot to the beats of the bass. She turned on the music, but Spitfire didn't find it as appealing as the last DJ's. She was panting from the constant dancing and decided to sit and listen instead of going on another grinding (or dancing) spree.
Vinyl was able to get out of the cage, which was surround by clouds, thanks to the rediscovery of the spell that gave any pony the ability to walk on clouds.. She went downstairs to the VIP balcony and there Spitfire was, sitting down and resting after her previously constant movement. Vinyl slowly moved towards her from the farthest corner of the room. She argued with herself as she approached.
What do I say?
Tell her you saw her dancing and that you thought it was hot!
Oh, that's not creepy.
Yeah, but it's true.
That's too blunt though!
She did blush when you winked at her.
She could have just been overheated from dancing so much.
“Hi there. I enjoyed your performance.” said Spitfire in a shy, kind voice. Not realizing how close she was, Vinyl’s thoughts went completely blank.
“I... uh… watched you dance.” She face-hoofed. Smooth.
Spitfire giggled and blushed as she spoke, “Oh, you did? Well, your music was so good. How could I resist dancing to it?” Vinyl turned her head sideways and blushes also, before responding.
“Well, you know, it's kind of my passion to DJ, so I consider myself somewhat of an expert.”
“Well, Miss ‘Expert,’ what’s your name?” Spitfire stared at Vinyl. The slight sparkle in those orange eyes pierced through Vinyl's soul.
Vinyl almost forgot her name,“My... name is... Vinyl Scratch.”
“Well, Vinyl, what are you doing tonight?”She asked as she continued to stare at Vinyl with her piercing, seductive look.
“I'm, uh, not doing anything. Why?” Vinyl knew what was coming next, she just couldn't believe that it was happening.
“You should come back to my place,” Spitfire said seductively.
“Y-yeah, that would be great.” said Vinyl with a wide grin on her face. I can't believe I am going home with Spitfire. They left the club the same way that Spitfire came in. They reached the edge of the building and Vinyl stared at Spitfire. “How are we gonna get down from here?” She asked. Spitfire turned her head towards her with a sly grin.
“Oh Vinyl, We’re gonna fly.” Before Vinyl had any time to object, Spitfire flew up, came back around, and wrapped her arms around Vinyl, letting her hooves dangle in the air. Vinyl was speechless by how strong Spitfire was. She’s such a small looking pegasus, but she’s definitely not weak. The flight took only a few minutes longer than usual, but Spitfire showed no struggle while holding Vinyl during the flight.
The two ponies stood at the entrance of the Wonderbolts’ headquarters. Spitfire lifted up the cloud's doormat to pick up a key before using it to unlock the door. She sped to her room with Vinyl in tow, so Vinyl did not get a very good look around the building. Once they entered Spitfire's room, she turned around and locked the door behind her. Flustered, she spoke.
“Sorry about that. I don't want anypony knowing that I’m home yet.” Vinyl raised an eyebrow.
“Why’s that? Do they not know you have a thing for mares?” Blushing red again, Spitfire had a little irritated tone as she said
“No, it's not that. My team has gotten on my nerves lately and I just don't want to be bothered by them." Her head hung low to ground in a kind of sad way, staring blankly at the floor.
"Oh, I understand." Vinyl smiled at her. She looked so cute when she blushed, and her sad face made Vinyl feel the need to hug her.
With that, Vinyl walked over to her and hugged her firmly. Spitfire warmly accepted the hug; it was exactly what she needed after the long month of constant work. They stood there, embracing each other for several minutes until Spitfire pulled back a bit and looked into Vinyl's beautiful ruby eyes. They were the eyes of a pony who partied heavily, but the care and kindness she possessed shone through. I... I could get lost in eyes like those.
Spitfire and Vinyl leaned in towards each other and kissed passionately, each one exploring the inside of each other’s mouth. The sensation of their tongues brushing on each other began to slowly arouse them; they continued like that for several minutes. Afterward, Spitfire regretfully pulled away and said in a huffy voice, "Lay down on the bed."
Vinyl understood, somewhat dazed from the kiss, and jumped up on Spitfire's amazingly soft bed. Turning on her side to face Spitfire, she prepared for what Spitfire was going to do.
Then, Spitfire slowly trotted towards the front of the bed, shaking her rump from side-to-side as seductively as she could. She crawled up from the edge towards the eagerly awaiting Vinyl, who was quite turned on by this show. Spitfire reached Vinyl's legs and ran a hoof up Vinyl's right side. The soft touch of Spitfire's hoof sent a tingling wave up Vinyl's body. Spitfire continued her slow seductive pace up Vinyl's leg to her crotch. Upon arrival, she began to rub the outer edges, and Vinyl's vagina was already wet from arousal. The feeling stiffened up the entirety of Vinyl's body. Spitfire cooed, “Oh, somepony is a bit sensitive." She continued to move her hoof in circles on Vinyl's nub making her quiver side to side.
"Hehe, yeah." Vinyl couldn't say much in response. Spitfire then bent down and spread open Vinyl's outer walls of her slits and she slowly began to lick the sides of the entrance. Vinyl began to moan rather loudly from the onslaught and took everything she to keep her from yelling. Spitfire slid her tongue throughout the edges as slowly as she could, to keep Vinyl from cumming early. However, without warning, she drove her tongue straight into Vinyl's moist depths. That was almost enough to bring Vinyl right over the edge. The wave of ecstasy was overwhelming and Vinyl practically screeched now.
"Oh my Luna! Don't you bucking stop!"
Her moaning and wetness had Spitfire completely aroused, and she wanted start rubbing her clit also. She remembered though I have something much bigger planned when I’m done with her. It was clear as day to Spitfire as she continued on with her activity. She went faster with her tongue and started performing a snaking motion inside Vinyl's cavity. It was driving Vinyl insane with pleasure. Spitfire realized how close Vinyl was, and pulled away from the entrance, instead focusing her attentions on Vinyl's clit. Vinyl, panted softly.
“Why... did you... Aaaaaahhhh Luna! “ Spitfire gave one swift lick on the bulb and Vinyl's body vibrated from pleasure, her juices oozing out from the preceding orgasm. She looked down at Spitfire's face, which dripped from her wetness. "Wow, that was amazing!" Vinyl said. Spitfire giggled and crawled up beside Vinyl. They hugged each other and stared into each other’s eyes lovingly. As they did so, Vinyl's face then became rather downtrodden.
"What's wrong?" Spitfire asked, innocently. She knew what was coming. It was all a part of her game.
"Well, what you did for me was fantastic, and I would really like to return the favor." Vinyl said honestly. Spitfire smirked. Checkmate.
"Oh, well if you really want to make it up to me… I'll show you something I got, but first I want you to go to bathroom and start the shower. I'll be there in a minute." Vinyl stared at her, with her rolling to one side. [i}She had this planned from the beginning. Oh, what have I gotten myself into? Vinyl, following Spitfire’s requests, got up and went to nearby bathroom. Well, she’s a sneaky one, isn't she? I like that. I’m lookin’ forward to what she has in store.
I would like to thank EXOLIEF, and Loyal2-1 for the editing of this chapter. They are awesome. Do check out their stories when you have the chance. :D And a thanks to Lynked for breaking my story down and helping me fix any issues