A party full of Wonderbolts, Royal Guards, and Night Guards threatens to go completely out of control unless Spitfire can find a way to redirect the energy of their rivalry into a less destructive activity.
“Ooh! Lookie here, lookie here! That was really fast! See – the Wonderbolts are the best!”
That's one way to proof it. A good way! (But hopefully this doesn't get public... The brawl which Spitfire originally wanted to prevent might have been the better outcome then.)
Without a care, without a thought, despite everypony there watching him, he began roughly thrusting his cock against Misty's rump as if determined to punch right through the fabric of her flight suit and into her desperately winking pussy.
"He'd sworn of romantic pursuits for years now,"
I assume you meant off not of.
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Oops, fixed!
That's one way to proof it. A good way!
(But hopefully this doesn't get public... The brawl which Spitfire originally wanted to prevent might have been the better outcome then.)
Yay!