*** Two Hours Later ***
Spitfire and Soarin lounged on the bed in Soarin's personal quarters, happily replenishing some much needed calories with a delicious Sweet Apple Acres pie. "Mmmf vish pie ish sho good!" commented Spitfire, still munching on a mouthful of pie.
"Not as good as your pie," Soarin replied with a cheeky grin. "And nowhere near as good as your blowj—" Soarin was cut off as Spitfire crammed a hoofful of pie into his open mouth, timing it perfectly with the o.
"What's that? I can't hear you over the sound of how awesome I am!"
Soarin rolled his eyes and swallowed the pie, then mumbled, "In bed..."
Spitfire grinned and buffed a hoof on her chest. "Dang right I am, and I'm even better when there's a nice, tight-flanked filly along for the ride..." She sighed and stared off into space with a dreamy look in her eyes. "Especially one with a rainbow-colored lightning bolt on her ass!"
Soarin chuckled and responded, "You always go after the ones with lightning-butts... It's no wonder you and I get along so well."
Spitfire shrugged and said, "It's not my fault all the most awesome fillies have lightning cutie marks. Hay, all the most awesome ponies have a lightning cutie mark." She turned around and waved her butt beside Soarin's face, then zeroed in on his flank with a predatory grin. "Like mine!" she said, as she flicked her tail across his eyes, raised her hoof and brought it down squarely upon his cutie mark with a resounding *smack*." See? Lightning flanks even sound cooler than anything else!"
Soarin yelped in surprise before biting down on her cutie mark, growling as he gently tugged on the flesh between his teeth.
Spitfire giggled in response and lightly whipped the side of his face with the tip of her tail.
He looked back at her and said, "Sometimes I think you only love me for my ass..."
She turned around, snuggled up next to him, and nuzzled his cheek. Then she draped her wing across his back, gently trailing her primaries along his cutie mark in the process. "No, I love you because you're almost as awesome as me... Almost. It's all those stallions who like you 'cause they want a piece of that nice, tight, lightning-streaked ass!"
Soarin once again felt a familiar heat rising to his cheeks. "I told you I'm not really into stallions! It was just that one time..."
"Yeah, that's what you said the last three times I walked into your bedroom and saw you snuggling up to that sexy coltfriend of yours! What's his name, Thunderdong?"
"Thunderlane? He is not my coltfriend! ...We just hang out a lot, that's all. Besides, you're the one drooling over Rainbow Dash like a little school filly!"
"Oh Soarin, quit trying to change the subject. You just don't want to admit that you like the taste of Thunderlane's big, fat, co— oof!"
It was Spitfire's turn to get cut off as Soarin smacked her in the face with the closest available object. Stray tufts of cloud splattered all over the room, leaving her head covered in the loosely packed remnants of a once luxurious pillow. Spitfire shook her head free of the clingy substance and gave Soarin a smug grin.
"Hey, it's no big deal, I'm not judging... I like Rainbow-butt, and you like Thunder-dong. I can't blame you, he's really cute! Ha, and from the looks of your... *ahem* relations with him, it seems like I'm not the only one who's into lightning flanks."
"Grrr, I told you I don't like stallions!" Spitfire's only response was a bemused, deadpan glare. " ...Whatever. The closing ceremony starts soon and we both need to get ready; full dress uniform takes a while to get into." Soarin smirked and added, "Besides, I know you need a nice, hot shower after that epic pounding you just took."
"Meh, I’ve had better. But it was totally worth the effort just to hear you scream 'Oh, Thunderlane!' right before you busted!"
Soarin's mirthful grin quickly deteriorated to a look of doubt as Spitfire winked and shot out of the room in a gold-tinted blur, making him suddenly question his mid-coitus outbursts. "Dammit Spits!" he shouted down the hall after her, then sighed. "How does she always do that?" He flew across the room, hovered up to a cabinet, and rummaged around in one of his cupboards. After a short search, he emerged carrying a finely-crafted wooden box with a green wax seal shaped like a sliced-in-half apple on the top.
He untied the golden ribbon that secured the lid and removed it with a small pop, a sign that the temporary enchantment placed upon the box had been broken. Cold, misty vapor rolled out around the edges of the top. He looked upon the contents with a devilish smile, then removed a large jug and shook the golden amber liquid inside. Warm air hit the cold glass, and a light frost slowly crept up the sides. After the churning bubbles began clear out and to rise to the top, he looked closely and saw a fine line of them come to rest at the surface, leaving the rest of the liquid perfectly clear. He smiled at the quality of the Apple Family Reserve he held in his hooves and muttered, "Well Spits, tonight is going to get very interesting..."
***
Spitfire emerged from the steamy shower room, feeling completely refreshed and thoroughly relieved to have had a bit of time to relax before the night's main event. She snagged a towel with her wing and quickly dried off. On her way out of the bathroom door, she looked back at her reflected image and swung her tail side to side. The well-practiced motion accentuated the peak of each swing just enough to expose the golden treasure beneath. "Yeah, I'd do me..." She grinned at her reflection and flexed her wings. "Now, time to get this show rolling!" She glanced at the uniform draped across her bed and sighed. "Right after I put on this goddess forsaken uniform." Fifteen minutes later, she was fully dressed and ready to go. Spitfire emerged from her room and began walking down the staff hallway. She only got a few steps down the hall, before she was stopped by the event coordinator, Cloud Burst.
He saluted the Wonderbolt captain and said, “The preparations for the closing ceremony are all set. I just need your verification that everything is up to spec on the banquet and after-party.”
She sighed, thinking well it was nice to relax while I had the chance. “Walk with me, Sergeant. Let’s hash out the details so we can get this done before it’s too late.” They began walking down the hall toward the common area.
“What’s the situation, Sergeant? Has the shipment we ordered from Typhoon gotten here yet?” It better have; we paid a small fortune to get that stuff here on time.
“Yes Ma’am. It took three days by air to get here, but it arrived right on schedule. That time-stasis chariot you ordered worked perfectly.”
Spitfire snorted, “Good. We paid enough bits for that bucking thing to buy a small house. Do you have any idea how hard it was to find a unicorn that could cast a time-stasis enchantment? Apparently there aren’t that many... So, what about the rest of the stuff?”
“The chefs are preparing the food as we speak and they just received the shipment of Pegasopolan-style mead that you ordered, all twelve casks. Heck, that stuff cost almost as much as the food. It had better be the best damn brew we’ve ever had, for that price. Twelve casks should be more than enough for the party though.”
“Trust me, Sergeant: nopony will be disappointed with the mead. I personally taste-tested every variety that they had and out of the thirty they had in stock, this was by far the best. Sure it was expensive, but once it hits your tongue... Well, you’ll see for yourself soon enough why I insisted on that particular batch.” Instant mouthgasm, that’s why. “What about the setup for the after-party?”
“It’s all ready to go. We stowed it at the west end of the training field so the sun will set behind it. I wanted to make damn sure it wouldn’t be seen by prying eyes until the time was right. Once the sun sets completely, nopony will even know it exists until we fire it up. I am curious, though... It seems you’re going all out this year. I’ve never seen you sink this many bits into the banquet and after-party. Any particular reason you're making the event so big this time around?
Spitfire waved a dismissive hoof and said, “The Wonderbolts had a good year. You know we all busted our flanks to put on shows and win all those flight competitions. Hay, this event is as much for the staff as it is for the recruits. Might as well make it as awesome as possible for all of us.” She looked at Sergeant Cloud with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “You got a problem with that, Sergent? “
He smiled and responded, “No Ma’am, you’re in charge here. As far as I’m concerned, you can blow as many bits as you want on the party. After all, I think it’s safe to say that this is everypony’s favorite event of the year.”
Spitfire nodded as he said this and thought, I’m sure that has absolutely nothing to do with all the sexually frustrated ex-recruits being fair game. “Good, I didn’t think you would take issue with my methods. That settles it, then. Tell the chefs to have the food ready to serve by 19:30. That way, we'll have time to get the closing ceremony out of the way and everypony seated just before it's served. As for the after-party setup, just make sure that Vinyl is ready on time. That filly is notorious for being late, and we paid damn good bits to have her set up and on stage by 21:00.” Besides, she still owes me for getting her laid last time.
“Okay Captain, I’ll send word out for the chefs to get everything prepared and make sure we have it all ready on time. Anything else you need me to take care of before I head out?”
Spitfire shook her head and replied, “No, that pretty much covers all the bases. You’re dismissed, Sergeant. I appreciate your assistance.”
She continued walking down the hallway toward the staff lounge, stopping when she reached the entrance to Soarin's quarters. The door was unlatched and easily swung open with a gentle nudge. Spitfire walked in to hear the sound of a squeaky faucet handle and a slowly fading stream of water. She smiled widely and thought, Well, I'd hate to let an opportunity like this go to waste. She walked up to the bathroom and looked through the door that was left standing wide open. Wait for it... Wait for it... "Hey there, stud!"
Soarin looked up, smiled at Spitfire, and replied, "Enjoying the view?" His coat was still dripping wet and his mane was hanging limply against his neck. His wings were slightly extended, their gently ruffled feathers glistened in the light. The warm, soothing feeling of the hot water had left him rather... exposed. Indeed, Spitfire was enjoying every second of it.
She glanced between his hind legs and giggled. "As a matter of fact, I am... I'd ask why you weren't ready yet, but It's totally worth the wait to catch you like this!"
"Well, since you seem to be enjoying yourself so much, I might just have to go out there like this... What do you think, Captain?"
"I think the stallions would love it!" She waggled her eyebrows and blew him a raspberry, eliciting a groan of annoyance from him.
"You're still going on about that? You know what, I don't even care anymore. Yeah, I'm sure all the stallions out there would love to see me all half-hard and soaking wet... I'm a sexy beast, what can I say?"
"See, now that's the right attitude! I knew one day you would finally poke your head out of the closet and admit you like stallions too. It's okay, big guy, I'm here for you!"
Soarin rolled his eyes in response and shook himself off, making sure to sway his hips and accentuate the pendulum effect as he did so. He grabbed a towel and casually slung it over his back. "So, you gonna stand there and gawk at me all day, or are you gonna help me get this bucking dress uniform on? You know it goes a lot faster with some help."
She smiled mischievously as she stole another glance at his swinging stallionhood. "Sure, but only if I get to help you dry off first."
"C'mon Spits, that might not be such a good idea... I really don't want to go out there all full mast. There's no way I would be able to keep the fillies off--"
He was interrupted by Spitfire who fake-coughed, "Stallions!" then snickered and said, "Whoops, my bad. You were saying?"
He gave her a blank look and cleared his throat. "Yes, like I was saying... I don't think it would be such a great idea to get all hot and heavy right before the biggest event of the year for the academy. We obviously wouldn't have time to finish what you want to start. Besides, we can come back and hit the showers after... I've got a special surprise for the party tonight!"
"Does it involve taking shots off Rainbow Dash's tight little flank?"
After a moment's pause, Soarin gave her a thoughtful look and said, "Maybe... I guess you'll just have to wait and find out, huh? Now, come help me get dressed; we need to be on the field soon." He quickly started drying himself off before Spitfire could get too hoovsey. She had a certain proclivity for teasing him at the most inconvenient times. At the moment, he wanted to avoid that if at all possible. Wonderbolts have to maintain their professional image, after all.
She sighed and watched as he toweled off. "You're no fun sometimes, you know that? But hey, as long as we get to have a little bit of fun tonight, and I know we will, then I can wait. Besides you've piqued my curiosity; now I have something special to look forward to this evening."
With Spitfire's help, it only took Soarin about ten minutes to get dressed in full uniform. They gave each other a thorough inspection and made sure nothing was out of place. When they both decided that their dress uniforms were properly squared away, they headed out to the parade field of the training arena.
As they trotted along, Soarin took advantage of their last moment of solitude and smacked Spitfire on the ass while nopony else was looking, earning a playful glare from his fiery friend. "You ready for this, Spits? Time to put your game-face on!"