Locker Room Language
Spit N' Swallow
Written By Movie Reel
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Sometimes it felt really good to be a Wonderbolt. The high they got after a show was addictive, to say the least. The Wonderbolts came stomping through the halls to the locker room. Cheers of “Whoo!” “Yeah!” and “Fuck yeah!” echoed off the concrete walls from a successful show.
Spitfire whistled for silence and got it. "Alright team, great show out there! Gold star for the day goes to understudy, Vapor Trail."
A chorus of whoops and hollers agreed with her.
"Teammates calling in sick is #1!" Shouted Fleetfoot's voice from the showers.
"I want to say something,” Vapor announced. "I want to thank Rainbow Dash for giving me all the confidence I didn't have before."
"Three cheers for Crash!"
“Hip hip Crash!” They cheered as Rainbow rolled her eyes at the name. They dispersed and started to dress out of their flight suits.
"Sorry Rainbow," Vapor tittered. "I know you have a... history with that name."
"Pfft, no big deal." Rainbow brushed off, chucking her suit into the bin with the ‘wash later’ label. "If you don't embrace something embarrassing it's gonna haunt you forever. Besides, everybody can't help but look at a crash. You see plenty of compilations that are huge hits online."
"Yeah and he's a kickass video game hero too!" Soarin blurted into the conversation.
"Fuck yeah he is!" With Soarin standing next to her, Rainbow became aware of how mostly naked she was. "Hey, Soarin."
"Sup Rainbow?"
His eyes flickered to her taut butt for a split second and hers on where his suit hung the lowest, just below his abs. "That was a great hustle out there, you too Vapor."
"Back at ya." "Th-thank you."
As Soarin left them be, Rainbow noticed Vapors blush.
"Relax Vapor, you're just standing there naked in front of a hot sweaty man."
“And Soarin too,” shot up Surprise.
“Ha haaaaaaa, fuck you.”
"It's nothing. I... sometimes forget it’s co-ed lockers." Vapor's eyes skirted around to the other Bolts before landing on Rainbow Dash. "Don't you feel a little embarrassed being naked in front of Soarin?"
Rainbow threw her a sideways look. She knew Vapor wasn't the type to up and blurt out her crush on Soarin lest she incite a stormy wrath of prismatic awesomeness.
"I was at first but I quickly learned not to be. When you're in a rush and you have to get to your mark, you can forgo any formality about seeing some skin. Everybody has seen everybody's parts, it's not a big deal to anyone. You'll understand when it's you and Sky Stinger in here."
Vapors cheeks flared into an incredulous pout.
"At least I have a chest he can notice, Crash." She snipped back, snapping her locker open.
Rainbow Dash smirked, a mix of surprise and pride in her belly. "Wow, did you hear that guys? Vapor thinks she's hot shit cause she's got a bigger chest than me."
"Is that so?" Spitfire remarked, cleavage open to air out her flightsuit. "I'd watch what I say around here, Miss Snippy. You never know what we'll hold against you forever."
"Can that be her nickname, Snippy Nips?" Misty Fly suggested on her way to the showers.
"Oh ho ho ho, not bad Dizzy," laughed 'Slowpoke'. "I think you got yourself a name Vapes."
"No- no wait! I-" Vapor stammered out, but the damage was done.
"Looks like it's official. Congratulations, Snippy Nips."
Vapor Trails was beside herself, mouth aghast. “Rainbow Dash, why?"
"That's what you get for mocking Flat Chests." Which reminds me... "Hey, I never got all the stories on you guys’ nicknames."
"You remember mine, right?" Soarin asked, toweling off his shoulders. Rainbow took a second to scan the image of him wearing only a towel for later. "Clipped my wing on the first day and-"
He mimed his crashing with a mild "Keeeersshhbooom!" sound effect.
"I flunked out of the Cloudsdale police academy before trading up," Fleetfoot called over her water. "These pigs have been calling me Flatfoot ever since I told them."
Surprise, dressed and about to head home, raised her hand. "I drank too much Nyquil and every sleep aid under the sun one night. The next morning I was dragging my feet everywhere and was late for everything. That's my story, Slowpoke is out! Peace!"
Some chuckles came from Surprise’s brash exit. "What about you, Cap?"
All eyes turned to Spitfire. The two newbies unfamiliar with the story were curious to know. Those who did shared the same kind of smile on their faces as they waited for their Captain's answer.
"You want me to tell you or show you?"
"Ooooh," Their eyes shot back to Dash.
Not knowing what they knew, Rainbow said: "Yeah sure, why not?"
All but her and Vapor Trail cheered and grew excited. Rainbow even noticed Soarin's excited fist pump and hissing "Yesss!"
"Alright, Newbies, I might only show you this once so watch and learn." Spitfire barked.
"Hang on, is Spitfire doing the thing?" Called Fleetfoot.
"Eeeyup," Soarin said with an excited grin.
The shower shut off and Fleetfoot came sliding out with barely enough time to grab a small towel. "You ain't starting that without me!"
Soarin shook his head, Rainbow was confused. What's got her so excited?
Spitfire unzipped her suit and shook it down to let her perky C cups fly. Rainbow felt a little insecure. Not like I care but why does everyone have bigger tits than me?
"Rainbow, what is the captain doing?" Snippy asked.
"Ssh."
The Captain sat down on the bench, eyes waist level to Soarin. "You ready, Clipper?"
"You know I am, Cap."
The Captain licked her lips tantalizingly. "Then drop em."
By his captain's orders, his towel hit the floor. While "whoos" and Fleetfoot’s wolf whistle approved, the newbie's reactions differed. Vapor was avoiding direct eye contact with everything but the ceiling, whereas Dash honed in on the wonder cock standing at half-mast. Half the time she saw Soarin in here she was too polite to look but now, she didn't even want to make up an excuse not to stare at his mouth-wateringly-sized manhood.
Oh man. Holy shit. Holy shit! What a dick! Wait a minute, what is the captain doing?
"Wow Soarin, you this hard already?"
"What do you expect when he has a front row seat to all this?" Fleetfoot boasted, cupping her boobage.
Dash glared, Vapor had turned around. Spitfire glanced back at her newbies.
"This is why they call me Spit n' Swallow." And she plunged her mouth onto Soarin's cock.
Rainbow watched, stared and gaped blank faced and awestruck at the spectacle of Spitfire giving Soarin head. Her captain kissed and licked around his shaft with the tongue work of a true professional. Soarin groaned happily, holding the towel on his neck in ease as the tension from the show washed away. He pushed his hips a little and Spit responded in kind by closing his head around her orange colored lips.
Dash couldn't believe what she was seeing. What is going on? That should be me sucking Soarin's dick, not her! Since when does she suck dick anyway?
As if her mind had been read, Fleetfoot nudged her arm.
"When the two of them were in the reserves, Spit was the fastest of them all. Soarin wasn't having that. So he bet that if they raced and she won he would take over for her when it was her time to clean up. If he won, she would give him a blowjob. To the surprise of everyone, he beat her and she owed him a blowjob." Fleetfoot smiled at her girl's dick sucking majesty. "So she did; right there, in front of the whole fleet. Swallowed too. Didn't even bat an eye."
"Badass," Dash said amazed.
"And super hot, still is. For a while she was called Swallowfire and Crotchfire among about a dozen other names until we settled on Spit N’ Swallow. I love calling her My Cummander."
"But- wait a- you're with her!"
"So?"
"What do you mean ‘so’, Flatfoot!? Do you let your girlfriend suck dick while you're fingerblasting her?" Dash shouted at her not-offended-at-all lezfriend. Vapor Trail, who was definitely not hearing this, covered her ears.
"Relax Crash, it's just head. It's always been just head."
"Don’t worry Rainbow,” Clipper panted out while the tip of his knob was sucked like a straw. “It's... mmmf just a thing we do- ohfuckdothatagain!”
"But-"
"Crash, the best thing to do is not question it and really just relax." Replied Spit N’ Swallow before returning back to her blowjob.
Soarin, feeling on top of the world at the moment, pried his eyes open to the small audience of still nude women watching his commanding officer/best friend blow him.
"Hey, peeking face. See anything you like?" Fleetfoot pops her body into a pose that emphasized her bigger-than-Dash's breasts again.
Soarin smirked, "Well, Vapor Trail has a sweet butt."
Vapor stood stock still at the compliment as Fleetfoot blew raspberries at his ignorance. "Thank you... sir."
"What about Crash, Casanova?" Fleetfoot asked.
Soarin and Rainbow's eyes met. A brief silence fell between the group. Feeling strangely insecure under his stare, Rainbow covered her not-as-big-as-Fleetfoot's boobs.
"She- uh..." Soarin gave up saying anything. His gaze fell to the wayside and back to the fiery orange bobbing at his waist.
"Coward," came from Fleetfoot.
"Hey I-" he was cut short when Spitfire released one of his balls with a wet pop.
"Clipper, compliment the lady or I'll neglect the other ball."
Locking eyes with Rainbow again he blurted out, "Rainbow has great hair! And... pretty eyes."
"That's more like it," Spitfire spoke, muffled beneath his package.
“A-and- shit, I think she has nice boobs.”
“If you can call them boobs.”
Fleetfoot's lighthearted dig won her a glare from both Spitfire and Soarin, the latter of whom meant it when he said, “I like them.”
Rainbow smiled meekly, “Thanks.”
Vapor Trail, who by now was the most decently dressed person in the room, tapped Rainbow’s shoulder and whispered, "See he likes you. You have a chance."
"To do what?" She whispered back only to get a shrug for an answer.
Rainbow thought for a moment about her chances until her train of thought was derailed by Spitfire's noisy slobberings.
Maybe...
"Hey, Soarin?"
"Mmm?"
"When Spit is uh... finished, can I go next?"
Fleetfoot laughed. "Whoa ho! A bold move Crash, that'd be something to see. What do you think Clipper?"
"I'm down for that... ugh, keep going. You good for that, Cap?"
Spit n' Swallow threw a thumbs-up Crash's way.
Rainbow might have made a stupid choice but she couldn't back out now.
Vapor jabbed her shoulder. "I didn't really mean to do that!"
"What was I supposed to do? Not suck him off?" She retorted in a stage whisper.
"Relax you two," Fleetfoot said as she rested an arm on Dash’s shoulder. "Crash's turn is coming soon."
"It is?"
"Yeah, he's at the point of no return and Spit is laying down her finishing move." Her hand drifted down to the tuft of white hair south of her belly.
Rainbow watched Soarin stand ramrod straight, a deep smile locked on his features as his impending release loomed closer. Spitfire made no qualms about making this last any longer. She all but swallowed his cock, hand pumping the shaft and voice thrumming his tip with muffled but nevertheless aggressive moans.
"Yes! Yes! That- I AH!"
Soarin broke. A torrent of spooge was unleashed into Spitfire’s warm mouth, so much so that Soarin wasn't sure she could handle it all. Then he remembered who it was that made him blow his load.
"Wow Clipper! You trying to drown my girl or something?" Fleetfoot said, feeling appropriately sticky for the scene before her.
Watching Soarin cum set Rainbow Dash into panic mode.
Oh my god he practically emptied his balls for her. Would I even be able to get him off?
"Sorry Spit," Clipper panted. "I've been a little pent up."
"No kidding," Flatfoot answered for her girlfriend.
"Can I see the money shot?" Spit obliged him and opened her mouth. So much of his sperm lay on her tongue that a dribble leaked and landed on one of her tasty hoots. "As good as ever, Swallows."
With a passing grade, Spitfire vacated the bench. Rainbow took her spot but her confidence had waned. Soarin’s cock had softened but the promise of another kept him from going flaccid.
“Hey,” he greeted with a kind smile.
“Hey, yourself.”
Behind them, Fleetfoot gave a smirk of approval to Spitfire.
"Another grand show as always babe. Can I see?" Her orange-haired lover allowed full view of her cum-coated tongue. "That's so hot…”
Before she could put the Swallow in her name, Spitfire is pulled into a fierce and sloppy kiss. Tongues snaked across each other as spit was traded and jizz was shared. Their hands took grabs for any part of their athletic bodies they could; Spitfire’s found their home on those perky tits while Fleetfoot clutched and pulled the great ass that looked even greater underneath the stretched suit.
It wasn't until pulling away did Spitfire notice the other's stares and blushes. Soarin had just about drooled. "So awesome..."
"Sorry. Didn't mean to steal your thunder, Rainbow.” She pulled a wandering Fleetfoot away by her mouth, "Hey, be a good girl and watch Rainbow Dash."
Taking a breath, Rainbow went to work. Truth be told, it was a dream come true doing this for Soarin, voyeurs or no. She wouldn't deny herself the pleasure of getting to touch and lick the cock of the man she desired.
It was a memorable start though. She had enthusiastic game with her hand pumps and assaulted his dick with her tongue. Soarin had grown his boner back from the Fleetfire snowball kiss, so Rainbow had even more to prove to him.
"Oh Rainbow," he moaned, his nob rapidly being played with. "You're doing really good."
I'm doing good. Yay!
"Keep going Rainbow! You got this!" Cheered on Vapor Trail.
The encouragement gave Rainbow confidence to travel to his sack. She suckled all around the balls and undercarriage with long strokes and deep kisses for each. Slithering back up, she flicked the tip like a hungry hummingbird.
"Wow, Crash got skill." The Captain commented. A tug of her arm brought her attention to a squirmy Fleetfoot.
"Babe, do you think you could..." She took her hand, gesturing the place between her legs.
"Fine but one finger. Only one." She slid a digit into her lover's wet pussy, hoping this would sate her hunger for now.
Rainbow wanted to finish Soarin off quick. As much as she wanted this to last, she was determined to make this exceptional. Better than Spitfire or any girl he might have had for that matter. That's when she got an idea.
She slathered up her middle finger and reached behind Soarin.
“Wait, what are you doing? You- WHOA! HOLY FUCK! NAAAaaaahhhh…..
He was taken aback by the surprisingly pleasurable addition but was even more struck by the triple attack of the finger in his butt, ball massage and dick sucking. Rainbow's onslaught was too much, she was just too awesome.
“Ah! Ah! AH RAINBOW!”
In no time Soarin was coming again. A load almost as big as Spit’s shot into her mouth. His orgasm came with such surprise and such intensity that she coughed out his cock, some spurts landing on her, dripping down her chin. Soarin fell to his knees to a big round of applause.
“That was great, Rainbow Dash!”
“Looks like we're keeping you around.”
“I gotta say I'm impressed. You got Soarin off in less than 3 minutes. I think that's an academy record.”
Rainbow Dash sat messy, breathless, tasting of man but unbeaten. Despite the call between her legs, she was satisfied and gave her Captain a victory thumbs-up.
A gentle hand cupped her sticky face. “Hey, what say you and I get cleaned up together?”
Rainbow Dash gave a blushing smile. “I'd like that.”
On wobbly legs, they headed for the showers.
Fleetfoot stirred, not yet satisfies herself. “Who'd have thought watching a double blowjob could get you so horny? Right babe?”
“You're gonna have to wait a little longer cause I need to towel off,” Spitfire admonished her needy beau.
“Oh please?” She begged.
“No, that would be a bad Fleetfoot.”
“I guess I feel more left out than usual.”
The pair became aware of the third-wheeled rookie.
"Just go bang Sky Stinger. You know you want to."
“Fleetfoot!”
“What?!” Vapor gasped. “No no no, I couldn't! We're just friends, nothing more.”
“Sure you are.”
“Hey!” Snapped her Captain. "Don’t listen to her. Once she gets a buzz, she is hard to stop."
Fleetfoot suckled Spitfire's juice-soaked finger while she talked. "Look, you've been friends forever, right? It's clear from space that you are into each other, even if you won't admit it yourself. There is no reason not to talk it out with him."
Vapor gets a smile. “Okay, I'll do it.”
"Good. Now hustle, you might not want to be around. I have a feeling it'll get loud in a bit. ‘Bout time they fraternized anyway."
Vapor was about to leave when Fleetfoot leaned in close. “If you want my advice, wear something to show off that ‘sweet butt’ for him.”
She left the embarrassed newbie after a pinch on her behind.
“What was that?” Spitfire asked firmly.
"I said bye, Snippy Nips! Have fun with your guy, if you need us The Captain will just be finishing me off."
"Fleet, knock it off. She's allowed to keep her innocence for a little longer.”
"Ooh ooh, can you use the Red Rocket? You always promise the Red Rocket but you're ‘never in the mood’.”
Spitfire toweled off her top, half-listening. “I'm in the mood to eat you raw but we'll see in a half hour.”
“A half hour?!” She pouted angrily. “Do I really have to wait that long?”
The Captain threw her wet towel aside and used The Tone to set the record straight.
“Look, if you are a good girl; meaning you stop talking about sex in front of the newbies, stop being naked and please put some fucking clothes on, I'll throw in some scissoring action on top of Red Rocket. Do you promise?”
“I promise. But can I clean up this spot?”
Spitfire eyed her girlfriend. Fleetfoot dropped to her knees, hugging her Captain. She begged with pleading eyes and pouty lips as if to say "Just a little more? Please?"
Spitfire petted the snow white hair. What was she gonna do with her? “Yes, you may.”
A red-faced Vapor made it out of the there before the insatiable Fleetfoot cleaned up what was left of Soarin on Spitfire's nipple.
"I don't know how I'm gonna get used to this stuff."
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Meanwhile, Soarin and Rainbow Dash were keeping each other busy. Their long overdue make out session was well worth the wait. They pulled away, stuck by a spit string and tangled dog tags.
“How long?” Soarin asked.
“Pfft. Since, like, forever. You?”
“I don't know. At least since the thing at Rainbow Falls.”
“Wow. You are a coward.”
“Hey, I did no better than you.”
“What are you talking about? I sucked your dick like 5 minutes ago. In front of people.”
“Yeah, that's true. You were great by the way.”
Rainbow shrugged nonchalantly (while quietly fangirling inside) “No big, but let's get to the real action.”
“Yeah.” She propped a leg at his waist. "Do you like to fuck standing?"
"Not usually but I'd rather you just stick it in me right now."
Soarin lined up, slid in and it's Christmas. It's more than they both could have imagined. So much time spent just looking and wanting when they could have been here, fucking. Dash's toes curl as he pushed in with little resistance until he was fully seated inside her.
Soarin shivered, “God, you are so fucking tight. How's it feel?”
Rainbow drunk in his size as he thrust. “Mmmhmmhmm… heavenly.”
“Think we'll be as freaky as Spit and Fleet?”
“No way. Those two have us beat a- ooohhh wow. Her tongue lolled out with that pullback.
"But that kiss was amaze-balls wasn't it?”
“I know right? You can't help but stare at something like that."
“Maybe she's as good at eating puss as she is sucking cock.” Soarin thought aloud.
“Did you see the way Fleet played grab ass?” Rainbow asked. “She's lucky she gets to touch an ass that good.”
“Well,” Soarin hiked Rainbow up into his arms, hands feeling right at home atop her rainbow lightning bolts. “I got an even better one in my hands right now.”
Rainbow smiled, running a hand through his soaked hair. “Smooth talker.”
“Oh um… I should tell you, I might be a bit slow to start. You and Spit kind of put me on backup power after that.”
“I can work with that,” Rainbow flirted as she hooked her legs around his waist and sat held up in his arms. “That means I get to play with you for as long as I want. And we're not gonna stop fucking you can't see straight.”
Soarin laughed, very much liking the sound of that. “Sounds like a plan, Crash.”
“Then we better get to it, Clipper.”
Their lips clash and Dash happily got to working up her man.
Yeah, being a Wonderbolt is pretty awesome.