Title: Hitting the Showers by DarkLordK Author: Cloptopia Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/LJwPpALX First Edit: Wednesday 25th of September 2013 02:46:00 PM CDT Last Edit: Wednesday 25th of September 2013 02:46:00 PM CDT Title: Hitting the Showers Author: DarkLordK Category: Clop Source: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8608425/8/My-Little-Pony-Ecstasy-is-Magic-or-Friendship-is-Ecstasy   XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX   Hitting the Showers   XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX   "Alright, good work, guys. You can all head home now." Smiling, Spitfire watched the rest of the Wonderbolts fly off towards their homes. They had just gotten done performing a small show in Manehatten, and by the time they had returned to Cloudsdale, everypony was beat.   They had done well, as always. She had caught a small mistake made by Soarin', but it was no big deal. He had flown a little too close to her during one part of the show, causing their wings to ever-so-slightly brush together. Nopony besides her had even noticed it. Mistakes were mistakes, however, and she would have to talk to him about it.   "Hm... Where IS he, anyway...? I didn't see him flying home..." It was that moment when she heard the shower turn on behind her. Confused, she turned. "...Is somepony still here?" She was a bit surprised when she heard the voice of Soarin' himself answer.   "Yeah, I'm taking a shower before heading home." She blushed a bit at the thought of him showering, but shook it off and smiled. Now would be as good a time as any to speak to him. After peeling her uniform off of herself, she walked to the entrance to the showers, leaning against the doorframe.   "Hey, Soarin'? I wanted to talk to you about the show."   'Oh, no...' A very noticable stutter now laced his words as he slowly got nervous. "W-What about it?"   "Well, I noticed you were flying a little close to me today. Work on judging distance, alright?"   "O-Oh, yeah... Of course. Ehehe..." She smirked and stepped inside, seeing how nervous he was. She wanted to tease him a bit for it, like she would've had anypony else on the team made the same mistake. And, she decided, she could use a shower too. Tunrning the knob for the hot water, she let out a sigh as it rained down on her, washing away all her cares   "So... Call me crazy, but I'm not so sure that was a mistake, Soarin'... I think you flew close on purpose~!" Her voice was now singsong, easily letting anypony see that she was joking. Like a foal, he fell right into her verbal trap.   "N-No I didn't!" His face was now red. Spitfire had to fight back the urge to laugh. "I... O-Okay, maybe I did..." Her eyes widened in surprise. He DID? That wasn't a part of her plan. She mouthed a simple "Oh" and her gaze fell. The yellow mare decided the floor tiles were pretty interesting at that moment. "...It won't happen again, Spits..." Huh?   She looked back up at him. "Hang on... I didn't say I cared, did I? It's fine. Just... Don't fly close. Walking close to me is fine. Or... You know, whatever..." Soarin' looked at her, blushing a bit more when he saw the water running across her streamlined body, droplets slowly making trails down her legs. His eyes rested on her Cutie Mark, three flames whose trails were heading backwards, toward... Soarin' shivered a bit at the thought of what lay back there.   Seeing this out of her peripheral vision, she decided to tease him a bit more. She couldn't deny that she had been a bit stressed lately, and her hoof just wasn't cutting it anymore. She wanted something WAY bigger. Grinning to herself, she looked over at the grey pegasus with her most innocent eyes. "Soarin', could you... Help me wash my wings?" She saw him visibly freeze up, his face tinted a deep crimson. 'Jackpot,' she thought to herself. "I'd do it myself, but... I just can't reach there."   "Umm... A-Are you sure you want me to...?" He knew how intimate one had to be before washing the wings of another Pegasus. The flame-maned pegasus nodded, and he sighed. "A-Alright... Just... Spread your wings..." His face felt hotter than the water they were standing under at this point. He grabbed the soap off the rack and she slowly, almost teasingly, opened up her wings. She looked back at the stallion with a grin, her voice more seductive than she thought she could pull off.   "Be gentle, Soarin'... My wings are really sensitive..." Soarin' blushed even more as he soaped up her back, eliciting a sigh from the mare. "Nnh..." He couldn't believe his luck! Here he was, in the shower with the mare of his dreams, washing her wings for her. He could've died right there a happy stallion. Spitfire had to resist the urge to moan loudly as he worked her wings slowly and gently, making sure each feather got attention. 'O-Oh, Celestia, he's so...'   Finally he finished. "O-Okay, Spits... I washed your wings for you." She turned to him, smiling. His eyebrow perked a bit when he noticed her blushing and panting slightly.   "S-Soarin'..." She edged closer, and the stallion felt his heart begin to race. He had no idea what she was doing. Eventually, he felt her warm breath caress his lips as she wrapped a foreleg around him, pulling him in for a deep, lustful kiss. A low moan escaped him as he felt her tongue slowly push past his lips, running along the edge of his own. He let his tongue meet hers, and they began to wrestle and dance in their mouths. The stallion savored her taste, and she his.   Slowly and hesitantly, they broke the kiss. Spitfire giggled when she saw Soarin's wings were erect. "...Wingboner." The grey pegasus gasped and quickly looked back.   "O-Oh, jeez... S-Sorry, I-" He was cut off by a chaste kiss from his newfound lover, who smiled at him.   "Soarin', it's fine. Now... You wanna keep going? 'Cause I'm all hot and wet now, and not just from the shower..." He nodded quickly, feeling himself stand at attention. She began kissing him again, softer this time, and lied down under him. Her face reddened a bit more when she felt his stallionhood resting against her stomach. Her mind briefly raced with the question of whether it would fit or not, then decided that she would MAKE it fit if it didn't.   He moaned against her lips as he felt her hoof trailing backwards along his chest, then his stomach, and finally reaching its destination. The mare smiled against him as she began running her hoof slowly up and down his length. A bit of precum oozed out of the tip and she gathered it on the tip of her hoof, breaking the kiss to lick it up slowly, teasing her lover with the sight. The yellow pegasus giggled when his eyes widened. "Aw, Soarin'... You're cute." She pulled him closer, whispering huskily into his ear. "And... I want you to fuck me. HARD."   That did it for Soarin'. He swiftly lined his length up with Spitfire's now-soaking marehood and thrust forward, moaning at the feel of her slick, velvety insides. A low moan escaped her throat as her lover began pounding into her, hitting the deepest part of her with each movement in. The mare cursed weakly as she buried her muzzle against his neck, wrapping her forelegs tightly around his neck.   Soarin's mind went blank as he relished in her tight marehood, speeding up his thrusts and angling himself a bit so he hit her sweet spot every time. He vaguely felt her begin kissing his neck roughly, almost desperately, as he continued rutting the squirming mare under him, the pressure in his lower half building rather quickly. A pleasured cry rang out from under him as Spitfire's orgasm hit her like a sack of bricks. Not cloud bricks, either. Earthen ones.   Soarin' was close behind her, her marehood beginning to milk him for all he had. The yellow pegasus felt him about to remove himself from her quivering body. Deciding she wanted the full experience, she grabbed his flank. "S-Stay in, Soarin'... It's okay...! Ahh~!" Her voice gave the stallion the last push he needed, and he groaned loudly as he shot multiple thick ropes of his seed deep into his lover. She cried out loudly from the feeling, another climax ripping through her entire body. "O-Ohh, fuck!"   As Soarin' finished releasing himself inside her, he pulled out slowly, their respective climaxes mingling on the floor and slipping down the drain of the shower. Panting, they stared into each other's eyes. The mare smiled and pulled the stallion over her into a very deep kiss. Their tongues once again danced with each other before Spitfire pulled back. "Soarin'..."   "Mm...?"   "Next time will be at my house."   "Why...?"   She chuckled and pointed with her hoof. The stallion's gaze followed it to the door, along with...   "F-Fleetfoot?!"