"Ma'am"
Thunder-Bolt was hot, he was sweating like an unsheared sheep, and more than anything, he wanted some time in his bed. Wonderbolt training sucked more than he had suspected, more than he thought was possible. His eyes pulled down towards the ground beneath his hooves. A moment later, a sharp intake of breath hit his ears. And then-
“What the fuck recruit?! Are you sleeping?! Go run another lap, you need the wake-up!” A loud mare yelled in front of me. Instantly, my back was straight, and my eyes were parallel with the ground. It was too late. “Get fucking moving, what are you, slow in the brain too?”
“Yes Ma’am,” I replied loudly, before sprinting towards the track, and a date with soreness that would never quite go away. She looked over at me as I ran, the orange head honcho-
Spitfire, captain of the Wonderbolts, meanest mare, and a mare with a tight frame that only seemed to sweat enough to show that she wasn’t really bothered by anything she did alongside us recruits. I had wanted to meet her, after seeing her in airshows my whole life, and well, seeing the acceptance letter to the academy was a dream come true.
Well, until I actually got here. When I arrived, they shaved my head, took my stuff, and made me wear tighty whities. It sucked.
“Are you crapping out on me? Do you want to go home to mommy?” I heard a familiar voice yell from behind me. A glance over my shoulder was enough to tell me that Spitfire had decided to make me her personal plaything. And not in a good way.
“No Ma’am,” I yelled despite the lack of air in my lungs.
“So, you like being told what to do?” She asked me point blank while running beside me. I turned my head to meet her gaze, but the words didn’t come. My brain was frozen in fear and confusion. “Answer me recruit, or you’ll be running until puke is staining your clothes!”
“Yes Ma’am, I like being told what to do!” I yelled back.
“Oh really,” Spitfire said before looking over her shoulder. “I can work with that.” I stayed silent, worried about the change in her voice, and the smile creeping onto her muzzle.
I finished the lap, sweat streaming down my face, only to see Spitfire standing there at the end, looking down at her stopwatch with a disappointed look in her eyes.
“Piss poor performance, recruit,” Spitfire said. I involuntarily snarled a bit at that. I was exhausted, pissed off, and this mare was really trying to get me mad. “Oh, are you mad, are you gonna have a tantrum?” At that, I managed to still myself with a deep breath. She smiled as my expression returned to the one we had been forced to adopt. “Alright, let’s hit the showers.”
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We entered the shower complex beside the barracks. It was empty, and it was also mixed sex. My mind reeled in confusion and arousal, I hadn’t been able to get off in two weeks. And well, as I followed Spitfire, I managed to sneak in a couple looks at her athletic rump. Honestly, that alone got my sheath to stir a little.
Without any warning, she pointed at a random stall, one of the medium-sized stalls, big enough to fit a few ponies showering together, and then proceeded to start stripping down in front of me. I baulked a little at that, before she turned to me with a critical look in her eyes. I started to get out of my sweat soaked clothes too.
“Good boy,” I thought I heard her say. I must have been crazy because when I looked back at her she said nothing. A moment later, we were both nude, and sweaty. “Attention.” She barked out of nowhere. I stood straight up, and kept the thousand-yard stare. Spitfire chuckled a bit, before starting to circle me like a hungry shark. My tail flicked nervously side to side before she grabbed it, and pulled it up. I gasped audibly at that. She was staring right at my ass, right at my-
“What the fuck is that, recruit?” She yelled into my ear as she walked back around me, before getting up in my face, her piercing eyes burrow beneath my skin, and making me itch with fear.
“I don’t know,” I yelled back. She pointed down between my legs at my half-hard cock.
“You don’t know what your own dick is? What the fuck are they teaching in schools today?” She yelled out before spinning around and smacking her tight ass with a forehoof. It jiggled visibly, the waves of energy travelling through her muscular ass, making the whole thing stand out.
“I-I,” I started to speak but my brain was too busy watching Spitfire’s ass tremble with energy. And then, she lifted her tail up, her pussy showing in all of its glory. And it was glorious, other than the fact it made my cock fill up like a water balloon hooked up to a fire hydrant.
“I’m gonna ask you again,” she started as she spun around, eyes boring into mine. “What the fuck is that between your legs, recruit?”
“My cock,” I answered firmly. I could smell the faintest hint of mare wafting off of her. I might not have been the most experienced stallion, but I could tell that smell anywhere.
“Did I give you permission to get hard private?” Spitfire yelled into my face.
“No Ma’am,” I replied, my cock throbbing underneath me. I wanted nothing more than to push her against a wall and rut her brains out. But, there were quite a few problems with that concept.
“You’re gonna let it hang there, untouched, but not forgotten. Is that understood?” Spitfire asked.
“I’ll remember that my cock is still attached, but I won’t touch it,” I acknowledged her order with a salute. She smiled at that. It was a devious smile.
“Good. Let’s shower,” She said in a pleasant voice, before spinning around and trotting into the shower stall. My wings shifted painfully on my back, their soreness suddenly hitting my mind at the same time as Spitfire let her tail swish back and forth behind her, teasing me with brief glimpses of her marehood. “Are you coming recruit?”
“Y-yes Ma’am,” I replied before bounding into the shower room. With a thought, I kicked the curtain closed on the outside. She looked over my shoulder, her mane already dripping down, silky strands glinting in the yellow light of the fluorescent humming away above. My heart almost stopped at the sight, this older mare with a clear dominant streak, this tormentor bar none, she was achingly beautiful when she let herself be.
“Come get my back when you’re rinsed off,” She asked as I stood there in the shower, my own body getting heavy with water but cleaner than the sweaty state I had been in. I gulped at her words. I couldn’t see her expression, but I bet it was some kind of hell grin. I took my time getting myself wet before I saw her looking at me like she was about to yell at me. She pointed at a shampoo dispenser attached to the wall, and without saying a thing I walked over to it, before holding out a hoof and collecting a couple of big spurts in it. I walked over, trying not to have my hinds bump against my erection, before dumping the shampoo over the middle of her back, between her wings.
“Is that how you treat a mare Recruit, just dump some goop on them and walk away?” She yelled back at me, making me straighten up and look back at her. She shifted her wings a little, before pointing at her back with a hoof.
“No Ma’am,” I said in a weaker voice. She got a look in her eyes at that.
“Are you a virgin, recruit?” She barked at me, with a hint of curiosity, and by the goddesses, maybe some arousal in her voice.
“N-no,” I tried to lie. She saw through it instantly. Spitfire laughed mockingly, before grinning at me and shaking her rump. My cock twitched beneath me.
“Just rub in my shampoo, and give my wing roots a massage while you’re at it,” She commanded imperiously, before standing beside the pole that held the shower heads and holding onto it with her forelegs, before lifting herself up and pressing her stomach to the metal column. “In this lifetime!”
I shook my head and laid a hoof on her back experimentally, her body was taught with powerful lean muscle, and a couple decades of too much stress. My hoof pressed deeper into the middle of her back, while my other hoof went to the sticky glob of shampoo and started spreading it over her back, with particular attention paid to her wings. I had pulled myself up parallel to her, but I kept my hips away from hers for obvious reasons.
“That’s better,” She said in a voice that bordered on the sensual. I felt my cock twitch under my barrel, the urge to just push my hips a little further forward, to feel that glorious sculpted ass on my cock… “Oooooh.” Spitfire moaned as I rubbed a particularly tough knot in her wing muscles. I pressed my hoof into the spot harder, and the moan continued, sounding like a mare taking a fat cock, not one getting a massage. Her tail flicked up, seemingly at random and stroked directly across the head of my cock. Without thinking, I pushed my hips forward into the contact and without meaning to, my cock head pressed against her wet ass for a second. I grunted at the feeling, of blessed sensation for my poor boner, before pulling back and trying really hard to give her a massage.
“Okay, that was just sad recruit,” Spitfire said with a laugh. “I’m giving you like, all the signals, and you haven’t been stallion enough to act on them. Maybe that’s why you’re a virgin-” She said before I pulled her barrel from the column and slammed her hooves back on the floor. I snorted hard, the warm air hitting the back of the teasing mares' neck.
“Permission to speak freely?” I asked, in a halting tone as I mounted the commander of the Wonderbolts.
“Go on ahead,” she said with a wave of her hoof. Her nonchalance, and the sense she had been planning this was getting on my nerves. And that, was probably part of her plan.
“I’m gonna buck you’re brains out,” I said huskily as I lined myself up with a mare for the first time. My cock slipped when I tried to penetrate, and I had to back up and do the whole thing again. Spitfire just looked bored, bordering on annoyed.
“You can try,” Spitfire said just as my cock finally sunk into her pussy. That quieted the bitch down. I moaned loudly as spread her walls apart, her wet pussy providing the perfect blend of friction and slipperiness.
“I’m gonna do it,” I said even as my legs shook from the combined strain of the day. There was a wet slap as my hips pushed into her toned ass. I took a deep breath and tried to keep my libido under control. I could already feel myself starting to flare inside her.
“Feels like you’re about to blow, if you do, you’re gonna run until you puke, and then some more,” She said with a dark smile. I took a deep breath and pulled back, the weeks with no release had left me with a hair trigger. I just had to work harder, and smarter. My hips pushed forward, the smell of wet mare in my nose making my cock twitch inside her. She squeezed herself around me just as I hilted in her. And again, I started to flare in her, the pressure and power in my gut ready to explode in this mare-
“Fuck you,” I said breathily as I clenched my gut like I had read in a porn magazine once. It seemed to work, as my orgasm was pushed away for a moment.
“That’s a redundant insult, goddesses, why do I pay my taxes if ponies like you don’t learn anything,” Spitfire said with venom in her voice. She clenched down on me every time I hilted in her, as I built up a steady rhythm, it was a tease, a feather on my fetlocks.
“You’re redundant,” I said as I leaned down to lick her neck, running my neck up and over it, knowing in my heart that I wanted nothing more than to bite down and leave a big fucking mark on her. That would be the end of my Wonderbolts career, but it would be satisfying as fuck.
“I rest my case,” she said in a bored voice, before shoving her hips back against mine as I thrust into her. My voice cracked as I let out a moan from the unexpected sensation, and I was almost sure I heard a moan from her. “Note to self, get some recruits with some real girth next time.”
I pulled my hips back and slammed back inside her. This time, her tongue lolled out of her mouth and a surprisingly highpitched sound of pleasure slipped out of her muzzle. I stopped for a moment and just enjoyed the feeling of her cunt wrapped around my cock.
“I didn’t tell you to-” She said in a voice that tried very hard to be casual. I could see through it now, she was a horny mare, and I was the one with the power to dick her down. I interrupted her with Coitus. The twitch my cock made as I pushed back inside her told me I wasn’t going to be doing this for much longer. I grasped her mane with a forehoof and pulled it back roughly as I thrust back inside. She let out a full-fledged moan as I slammed inside her.
“I didn’t tell you to moan,” I managed to say as I felt my cock flaring despite myself. I wrapped her mane around my hoof, and I kept going for as many strokes as I had left in my exhausted form. There was a steady cacophony of moans and grunts from Spitfire. I was barely listening to that, my whole sense of self was between her asscheeks at that moment. I was a fucking machine, just a roughly pistoning animal, ready to finally blast my release inside this mare-
“Good Rookie, you’re doing it,” she said in a cheery voice. “You have length, and that’s pretty nice.”
It was a ploy, I felt a welling up of confusion and pleasure as she complimented me. It pushed me over the edge, and I barely had time to hilt myself in her squeezing cunt before I shot the first rope deep inside her. I let go of her mane and slumped down onto her back, my own hinds barely able to keep me up as my brain flooded with endorphins and pain signals from muscles that had been used beyond their limits.
“Ha, get’s em’ every time, the old switcheroo,” Spitfire said with a chuckle. There was warmth there, real warmth. I finished finishing inside her and my cock slipped out, deflating like a balloon in timelapse.
Before I could realize what was happening, I was on the ground, and Spitfire was looking down at me, concern in her eyes. The warm water felt like a blanket over me. And at that moment, sleep sounded absolutely divine.
So I did.
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I awoke in my bunk. Everything hurt, and I was drugged with something as everything felt just a bit thicker, like the viscousness of the universe had been turned up. I moved my hooves and was curious when I felt a note by my left forehoof. Opening it with my teeth was easy, when I opened it, I was surprised to see some very intricate hoof writing.
“Recruit, you did well. But I was the one who stole your V-card. Have a nice recovery.
PS: Don’t touch your dick. It’s mine for the course of your training.”
I felt my neck give out as I read the last line, my head returning to the pillow. Sleep was at the edge of my brain, the deep exhaustion not having been cured by my indeterminate blackout period.
“That bitch,” I whispered softly to myself. My cock stirred a little. I ignored it. That bitched owned it. And I was okay with that.
The End