Chapter 1
“2.54 minutes. Not bad rookie but you can do better! Now hit the showers!” Spitfire shouted as she clicked the stop watch and looked at it.
“Yes Ma’am!” The young black Pegasus answered back before galloping down the run way and back to the main building.
It was a simple training day at the Wonderbolt Academy for the flight instructor, Spitfire. From 6 in the morning until 6 at night, she pushed pegasi to their limits in order to mold them into wonderbolt material. The training was rough but it always produced quality fliers in the end, or simply broke them into washed up drunks. Squinting her eyes, Spitfire looked around for any stragglers that were still doing the run and with a soft sigh she knew that last one was it. Turning her attention to the sun, she quickly figured out by its position just starting to dip under the clouds, that it was nearly 6. She sighed with relief, knowing that her long day was done, and she would be able to rest her mind until the morning. Not wasting any time, she turned for the building and started to walk towards it.
She was happy to be done for the day, considering a dull thumping sound was starting to play in her head. Her job wasn’t really physically tasking rather it was the mental anguish she had to suffer. Problems like pegasi not knowing left from right to larger things like hitting a storm cloud at the proper area without getting zapped for it. The fatigue showed on the orange mare as she went on her way. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot, and heavy bags rested under them. The one thing that would relax her would be a simple shower to help set her mind at ease.
It didn’t take her long to make it back to the building and find her room. There was a certain privilege the instructors got for teaching the candidates. They would get their own room complete with a bathroom and small kitchen, while the trainees would get barrack style rooms. It was a perk of being a Wonderbolt, the best would get treated like the best, and the rest would have to earn those small luxuries.
Stopping at her bathroom door, she took a second to rest her head on it to ease the slight thumping in her skull. Closing her eyes, see brought one of her hooves up to her temple region and began to slowly massage it. The pain went down, but not to the point of it fully leaving. It would return in a few minutes but it was all she needed. Content with her state of mind, she opened the bathroom and entered with a calm smile on her face.
Quickly closing it and locking the door behind her in case a peeping tom pony would try to get a free show, she reached for the lightswitch and flicked it on with a swift motion of her hoof. As the bathroom got bathed in light, Spitfire look around with the same smile on her face. It was a simple as it could be, small walk-in shower specifically built to hold only one pony at a time, nearby towel closet holding a multitude of colorful towels, a simple cloud shaped sink, and a small toilet built into the floor. Looking back to the towel closet, she walked over to it and grabbed herself a towel the same color as her coat and laid it across the bottom of the door for the shower. Without looking she grabbed another towel and rested in just in front of the previous one, and then opens the narrow glass door to enter it. Reaching for the tap, she quickly turned it on and backed away so as not to be hit by any cold water raining down. While she waited for the water to heat up, her own reflection had caught her attention at the corner of her eye.
Her sunset kissed eyes where indeed slightly bloodshot, and showed signs of fatigue. Under her eyes were small bags signaling she needed to get to sleep so she was fresh and ready for the next day. Her fiery mane was still at its regular position of being blasted back with the exception of one stray piece that slightly dipped in front of her eyes. Looking downward a bit, she quickly noticed she was in her drill instructor uniform and laughed at forgetting about it. Were she not looking at the mirror, she would have gone into the shower with it still on. Stepping a bit back, she quickly started to fiddle with the buttons to get the sweaty article of clothing off of her. As the last button came undone, she sighed as the lukewarm air danced across her warm chest.
Neatly folding up the uniform, Spitfire noticed the bathroom was starting to fill up in a foggy, warm mist. Turning her attention to the shower again, she quickly entered and closed the door behind her. As the hot water caressed her fur, she let out a long, yet soothing sigh of relieve. The thumping in her head quickly got remedied. As the water beat against her fiery mane, it started to move forward and drape down over her neck and just barely touching her shoulders. If she could see herself in the mirror, she would have thought herself to look rather seductive and beautiful. Opting to enjoy the shower for a bit longer, she rested her stomach on the ceramic tiles and closed her eyes and relax. Slowly opening her wings, she felt a shiver of pleasure ripple across her body as the water beat against them.
Once the heat finally soaked into her body, she focused her attention on a small white bottle of shampoo and quickly grabbed it, popping the top off. She took a second to smell its soothing scent.
Oranges.
It was a simple brand of shampoo used by the academy itself. While it was provided by it, Spitfire had the choice to pick the scent she wanted. It was a common thing for ponies around Equestria to use objects with colors making their coats and mane. It wasn’t something they forced themselves to do, rather it was one of those things ponies did without realizing it.
Putting the bottle into her mouth, she squeezed down on it and it let an orange gel ooze out of it and onto her hoof. With that, she started to wash away the days filth that had accumulated on her.
As she washed, her eyes turned to a new focus at the bottom right of the shower. With a small smirk, she eyed the blue object with a curious eye. The object was long, as long as your average stallions love meat with a bit more empathises on the width of it. It was almost an ocean blue color that let you see through to the wall behind it. It was undoubtingly her own personal possession that she brought for herself. Considering the academy frowned upon intimate relationships between fliers, ponies had to find alternatives to *Fix their itch* As the head commander stated every time a new batch of recruits arrived. This rule also went onto the teachers and though they hated it, they had to show restraint. For Spitfire she didn’t mind finding that alternative and in fact preferred to work herself with her own hooves and her own time.
Content with having her mane and body thoroughly washed, she opted for a cleaning on the inside of her. Reaching out for her toy, she stood on her feet so she could rest her back against the wall while still being hit by the soothing water. As she sat with her back to the wall, her once neglected lady hood was starting to get soaked by the hot water raining down. For her it was a mix of being slightly ticklish yet oddly soothing.
Slowing down her breathing, she slowly moved the smooth end of the dildo into her wet marehood. With a soft gasp, it found its way into her, and without waiting, she begins to slowly move the tip in and out while at the same time going deeper with it. The feeling of it inside of her is a perfect feeling. It’s wasn’t too big nor small for her and she smiled knowing it was hers to control.
The lusty pegasi’s breathing increased in anticipation as she stroked its smooth hardness. Grazing it with a hoof, she sighed deeply, pushing it further into her body. Her body was starting to become more relaxed, if not a bit more needy for attention. She gave it a few subtle strokes before she decided to pull it out. With a small grin she slowly pulled it out and stared at the tip of it. Thought the water was running, she could see a bit of her own juices coating the smooth blue end of it. She moved it up to her muzzle, and took in the scent of her own body. Smelling her own arousal was something she loved to do. She always had fun doing this and loved it. Her scent was strong while not strong enough for her to being in heat. While she yearned for a male, she knew better then you break any of the rules in the academy. She was a professional and wanted her image to stay that way. Of course once her teaching weeks were done for the time being, she could frolic around Cloudsdale and Canterlot for a male. She had to considering spring was coming and it would be murder on her poor body if she didn’t. If she couldn’t find a male, she would settle for a female to enjoy.
Done with taking in her scent, she began to move the tip into her mouth and push it against the back of her throat, whilst ignoring her gag reflex. Sucking on it for a bit, rubbing her tongue around the smooth surface, she would let her throat send out soft moans until she pulled out slightly and then back in. She repeated this for a minute or so until there was a small inch forming near her lady parts. The warm up was over and she wanted get what she wanted badly. Moving the toy back down to her nethers, she slowly moved it back into her wetness and let out a deep moan that echoed throughout the bathroom. Had she had a roommate, they surely would have popped a rather stiff wingboner from her voice.
Once again she went slow and pushed the dildo in and out until her tight pussy had every inch of it up to the hilt inside of her, filling her to the limit. Pushing the end down a bit, she let out a small moan as she hit her spot and started to work against it. She knew her body better than anybody else and with every hard thrust; she could feel a jolt of ecstasy pulse throughout her entire being.
She spent a few short minutes working that spot until she could feel that sweet release nearing for her. She did her best to suppress her moans, should a wanderer going past her room would suddenly hear her and get the wrong idea. Will she held back, it didn't stop her tongue from hanging out wildly. Her once relaxed wings were so stiff they almost felt like they were throbbing as they stayed fully spanned out and erected. This was the one moment were she would have loved to have a mate with her. To have her wings treated gently while she was getting off would have been a dream come true.
Just thinking about her wings being played with hit a slightly premature switch in her mind. It was her peak moment and she was going to enjoy it. Picking up her pace, she closed her eyes and moved the smooth toy in and out of her at a feverish pace until she felt a jolt of electricity run through her body and her orgasm greeted her in the ways of a loud carnal moan.
Letting her body relax, she spent a few minutes letting the feeling wash away before she pulled herself up. As she got up, she let her toy slide out of her spent marehood and land on the flooring with a loud sloppy plop. Quickly turning around she washed it off and put it back in the same corner as before before turning off the tap and exiting the shower. Opening the shower door, she stumbled out feeling a lot more refreshed and relaxed than before and quickly dried her body off. Tossing the wet towels into a nearby laundry basket, she picked up her uniform and got ready to leave the bathroom.
As she left the bathroom, a large folder of papers was sitting at the foot of her door and knew one of the instructors brought her tests and reports to look over and mark. She didn’t mind marking some performance tests, considering it was always nice to lie on her bed and work at her leisure. Quickly trotting into her small kitchen she got herself a snack ready to eat while she began to grade those papers.