7 AM
Gentle rays of blood orange sunshine bled through the barely open slits in the blinds of the window, casting a hazy orange glow in the bedroom of the Wonderbolt's captain, Spitfire. She managed to sleep through the world waking around her only until one of those rays of light decided to peer right at her closed eyes. The brightness burned through her eyelids, making them uncomfortably tense as she struggled to stay asleep.
Unfortunately, it was a loosing battle, and within a few minutes, she blearily opened her bloodshot eyes.
"Ugh..." She groaned, her hazy vision struggling to process what she was seeing.
Several empty bottles of beer and other alcohol littered her normally pristine room, some of which had small puddles of their contents spilled out onto the hardwood floors filling her bedroom.
"I drank too much..." Spitfire mumbled, rolling over slightly onto her back.
A few seconds of silence passed before a muffled voice spoke to her from her left side.
"You were hitting the beer a little hard last night." A distinctly male voice said.
Spitfire rolled her head over to the side enough to see the messy bedmane and sky blue coat of her coltfriend, Soarin. Being her first lieutenant in the wonderbolts, Soarin and her relationship went back almost two decades, all the way back to junior flight school. Even after all the years together, the soft look in his gentle green eyes warmed her heart, and took her mind off of the pounding headache she felt for just a moment.
"Well it was a party." Spitfire replied, her raspy voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard to her sensitive ears.
Soarin chuckled, "Maybe, but Dash's promotion to second lieutenant is more of a cause for her to get shitfaced, not you." He teased, rolling over and wrapping his wing over her wither.
Sweet Celestia, his wings were always the softest thing she'd ever felt. Much as she would have liked to claim that title for herself, Spitfire was loathe to admit that her coltfriend was particularly gifted when it came to his feathered appendages. She was still faster, yes, but speed could only bring so much happiness when she felt lonely or in need of a good hug. Luckily, he was more than happy to share his wings with her as often as she wanted, a fact that she was very grateful for as he squeezed her closer with his primaries.
"Well somepony had to show her how it's done. Fleetfoot was supposed to but then she decided to be a buzzkill at the last minute." Spitfire grumbled as she scooted closer, closing the gap between them.
Soarin laughed again, however unlike her own raspy voice, his deep, rumbling tone felt like silk against her sensitive ears, making them perk up toward the source of heavenly noise beside her.
"Spitty, you know FleetyBee is trying for a foal. She quit drinking while she tries with that stallion she met at Rainbow Falls." Soarin teased.
Spitfire rolled her eyes, "Yes, well she isn't pregnant yet." She pouted.
Soarin's response was simply to wrap his forelegs around her and squeeze her closer in a tight hug. Spitfire would never admit it, lest he lord it over her for the rest of her life, but Soarin gave the best hugs she'd ever had. In fact, he was better than her at a lot of things, a fact which always hit her insecurities particularly hard as they started dating. Their respective positions in the Wonderbolts only made it that much more complicated for her to ever express any sense of submissiveness to the stallion.
Here, though, it was just the two of them. No newsponies or reporters to write a snuff piece about the scandal of the leader of the wonderbolts being completely submissive to her junior lieutenant. As she felt him squeeze her against his chest, and her sinuses were flooded with his atmospheric and slightly salty scent, she couldn't help but coo in happiness. If he heard her at all, Soarin made no effort to tease her and instead simply held her close to him as the sun rose higher and higher into the sky.
"You know, you could really use a shower." Spitfire said, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Oh yeah?" Soarin smirked, looking down at her as she practically stuffed her muzzle into his chest fluff.
"Yeah... you smell... too good." She muttered, nuzzling against the soft fur of his chest.
Much as he didn't want to ruin the moment, Soarin couldn't help the sudden flow of blood down south as Spitfire rubbed one of his more sensitive spots, and within a few moments, his fifth leg made itself known by pressing against Spirfire's belly. Her eyes slowly opened, her fiery orange irises staring up at him as a blush engulfed his face.
"Uh... sorry. I know you're head's probably killing you, but that always turns me on when you nuzzle me there." Soarin sheepishly replied to the unspoken question.
"Does it? I never noticed before." Spitfire replied, a hint of sadistic joy creeping into her raspy voice.
Days off usually went like this for the couple, and even if they tried to deny it, neither would have it any other way. A grin split Soarin's face as his marefriend impishly continued to nuzzle his chest, straining his already painfully erect member even more.
"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're asking for something right now." He stated, smirking down at her.
"That would require you to have something that I actually want." Spitfire shot back, though there was no bite to her words.
"Oh? So you're saying you don't want me to dick you down until you can't see straight?" Soarin questioned, taking the direct approach.
"I'm already seeing double, so that ship's already sailed." Spitfire teased, stroking her hoof down his barrel toward his flank.
"Wanna see quadruple?" Soarin huskily pressed, leaning in closer to the yellow mare snuggled up against him.
"I'm starting to wonder how much more I have to tease you before you take me already." Spitfire responded, craning her neck up to kiss her lover.
As her lips pressed against his, the taste of alcohol was still fresh on her tongue, but that bothered him little. She wasn't the only one that took to the drink the previous night, and as their tongues quickly intertwined, she tasted the hard cider taste still lingering in his mouth. Soft, mewling whimpers left her maw as Spitfire battled his larger tongue, but as with all tongue battles they ever engaged in, size mattered, and Soarin was considerably larger than her in almost every way.
Smiling into the passionate kiss, Soarin rolled over on top of her, planting his hooves on either side of her head as he tasted her tongue again and again. Soft mewls of pleasure rang out of her occupied mouth as she lifted her hips, pressing the soft mounds of her teats against his throbbing length. Soarin's cock slapped his belly as he snorted in enthusiasm, his hips pumping his shaft inbetween her teats in slow, steady strokes.
For a few minutes, they were happy to simply roll their tongues and tease each other with the slow teat job, but soon enough, Soarin wanted more. Taking the initiative, he broke the kiss with his lover and pulled his hips back enough to clear her belly, his cockhead coming into position just in front of the soft, supple skin of her vulva. The bright yellow fur covering her body gave way to soft, darker yellow skin that made up her pussy and ponut. The moistening layers of her labia eagerly anticipated the intrusion of Soarin's black shaft, but none more so than her hastily winking clit, as it popped out to kiss his tip over and over.
Soarin stared down at her longing sex, the hint of blushing red all along her groin and teats only serving to heighten his arousal even more, but he loved to tease just as much as she did. He poked and prodded her snatch, moistening his tip and slickening his shaft in her desperate juices, but he refused to actually penetrate her, each second of anticipation making her groan in frustration and thrust her hips at his cock all the harder.
"S-Soarin..." She muttered, biting her lip in frustration.
"Come on, Spitty. You gotta earn it." Soarin teased, grinning down at her.
"D-don't tease me like this..." She whined, trying her hardest to get his shaft to impale her folds.
Still, being almost double her weight, it wasn't hard to keep the fiery wonderbolt captain from getting what she wanted, and Soarin took immense pleasure in the way she bit her lip and looked up to him with pure desire in her eyes. Finally, after she let out a whimper of defeat, and the pitiful look in her eyes was all too much to bear, Soarin granted her long awaited with and pressed his hips forward. The tip of his shaft easily split the folds of her labia, spearing his cock inside with all the natural lubrication he'd already covered himself in.
Spitfire's eyes snapped wide open in shock, and the pathetic whimpers she mewled were instantly changed to a deep, throaty moan of pleasureful bliss as Soarin sank inch after inch of his impressive length into her. Try as she might, she simply could not get used to the stallion's fifth leg, and he always managed to turn her into a mewling, incomprehensible wreck, dripping in both of their cum as her eyes rolled back in her head.
This, of course, was hardly a deterrent for the stubborn mare, and with all her fiery bullheadedness, she wrapped her hind legs around his flanks and pulled him in the last few inches, hilting his sword into her sheath before locking lips with him once more. Her clit furiously winked around the meaty shaft now occupying almost the entirety of her slit, and bolts of pleasure fired down her spine again and again with each miniscule movement.
"Mpphmhm" She groaned into his mouth.
While the kiss persisted, Soarin's stillness did not, and with a slow, steady pressure, he pulled himself out until only the tip of his shaft remained inside. A feeling of profound emptiness filled her, making her practically demand the return of his equipment by any means she had. However, try as she might, the large stallion was simply far stronger than she was, and all her efforts to slam him back in, yielded nothing. He simply thrust forward at his same, slow and steady pace, each insufferable inch of penetration bringing with it a wave of pleasure and ecstasy that made her moan into his mouth again.
The battle slowly continued, Soarin maintaining his pace like a machine, never speeding up or slowing down, and Spitfire trying desperately to get him to rut her brains out. Unfortunately, muscle and raw strength persevered over pure determination, and the fiery wonderbolt was forced to simply accept that the slow and steady pace was all she was going to get.
The torturous pleasure she was assaulted with finally made her break the kiss and throw her head back, her wings straining against the mattress as she felt her orgasm slowly, ever so slowly approaching. She panted for breath as her chest heaved under her stallion, his eyes never leaving hers as he steadily fucked her toward climax. Each second of pleasure felt like an eternity, but it was just not enough for her to finally crest that last little hill.
Finally, after nearly fifteen minutes of the same slow pace, she was finally reaching her climax. Sweat dripped from her brow as she buried her face in Soarin's chest, her forelegs wrapped securely around his withers as his hips slapped against hers. Her cheeks and chest were more red than yellow from the sexual torment, but she could finally see the end.
"Oh... almost there... please, baby... don't stop." She groaned, her voice muffled slightly by the bigger stallion's fluff.
"Me too." Soarin muttered through grit teeth, sweat dripping from his brow as well.
"Fuck... I need it so bad." Spitfire mumbled, her entire body trembling.
"I... Celestia, I love you, Spitty." Soarin quietly declared, accelerating his pace just the tiniest bit.
The change in tempo, however miniscule, was all it took to finally send Spitfire crashing over the edge, and so with a howl of blissful ecstasy, she threw her head back and came. Her walls convulsed, milking Soarin for all he was worth as her entire body went rigid, lightning bolts of pleasure thundering throughout her entire body. Stars appeared in her eyes as the electric feeling of bliss enraptured her, consuming her completely and sending her straight to heaven for just a moment.
Soarin was only a few moments behind, and just as he felt his head flare to its full diameter, he managed to pull himself out of her slit and aim his cockhead straight at her belly. Rope after rope of fiery hot seed shot all over her chest, belly, and teats, painting the yellow mare white with her lover's semen. He reached down and stroked his shaft to get every last spurt of cum out, forming a puddle of white on her belly and between her teats, while Spitfire's chest continued to heave for breath.
Soarin collapsed next to her, panting for breath as well as he stared at her, and for the brief moment in time, she was the single most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. Meanwhile, Spitfire stared at the ceiling, her mind still struggling to reboot after the absolute scrambling her orgasm had given her. It took some time, but both professional athletes managed to catch their breaths and calm down.
"So... you have a thing against creampies?" Spitfire asked, chuckling slightly as she turned her head to look lovingly at Soarin.
He shrugged, "I just don't want to saddle you with a foal before you're ready."
Spitfire felt her heart warm at his words, "You're so thoughtful... one of these days, I want to feel you cum inside me though, got it?" She teased.
"Whenever you're ready to settle down and start a family, just let me know." Soarin winked.
Spitfire snorted, "I intend to... now, go get me a towel before this dries into my fur, you featherbrain." She teased, playfully shoving the stallion.
With a laugh, Soarin rolled off of the bed and trotted over to the bathroom to acquire the towel. She watched him as he left, a fond smile on her face as she thought of how much he meant to her, and the possibility of raising a family with him. She idly considered her career and future job prospects, but couldn't help the way her heart positively skipped a beat at the thought of bearing the sky blue pegasus stallion's foal.
"You know, maybe Fleetfoot is on to something..."