For a fetish roll thread.  In a weird stroke of fate, I got Lingerie, Ass Play and Anal.  Weird.  Spitfire, natch.
 
 
 
>The clatter of hooves against the ground snaps you out of your daze.
>From beyond the door, you can hear the tired grunts and pops as Spitfire stretches and eases out the kinks of a day spent in the air.
>Soon enough, the door opens and you flash her a smile.
"Hey there, hotstuff."
>"Mmf."
>Well, it's about what you get out of her most days, so you can't really complain.
>You turn down the heat on the stove and move over to her.
>The golden mare is still snug in her flight suit, the miracle fabric clinging to and highlighting every contour of her body
>Including the very out of place lines around her hindquarters that slope down along the curve of her flanks, drawing even more attention there than usual.
>You slide your finger along her panty line and smile as she shudders
"Exciting day?"
>"Like you wouldn't believe. They got wedged up during one of our flight tests and have been rubbing against me all day."
>The Wonderbolt Captain wets her lips and quirks an eyebrow.
>"Maybe, you'd do me a favor and help me out of this suit?"
>Well, she doesn't have to ask twice.
>The thin teeth purr as you slide the zipper down, letting the flashy mare step out of her uniform and shake down her hair.
>Spitfire makes sure to give her flank an extra wiggle as she wriggles free, the soft pink lace underwear clinging to her nethers like a second skin, showcasing her puffy, needy lips and plump anus.
>"Mmm, much better dear..."
 
"I'll say."
>You give a small laugh and let your fingers roam about the proud pony's pronounced posterior.
>She gives a shaky sigh and you see the tension ooze out from her body as the fabric shifts from too much to just enough and then back again
>"Ah, it feels so good to be able to breathe again."
>You can't help but pinch her panties a little, tugging them back against her overstimulated pussy.
>The Captain winces and gives a short gasp before rolling her eyes.
>"Come on you grabby human, don't you have a meal to see to?"
>Spitfire's tone is cold and reserved, like she's speaking to a recruit, but there's an ever so slight quiver in her voice.
>You pause for several seconds before dragging your index finger along her plump pucker
>"Ahhh!"
>The too cool attitude is gone in an instant as the gold mare shudders, nearly stumbling forward onto her snout as her legs threaten to give out from under her.
>You chuckle and give the bung button another press.
"I think we can wait a little while on food, don't you? Food isn't the only need you've got right now, is it."
>"Sh-shut up!"
>Spitfire's face has taken on a light red color on her muzzle while her eyebrows have tilted downward in an attempt to be stern
>Clearly she's trying to regain control of the situation.
>How cute.
>Puffing up her chest, the Captain makes her move.
>"I've been in the air all day and what I need is to refuel. So if you can't do that..."
>Spitfire's words catch in her throat as you slide your finger under the line of her panties
>You catch your tongue between your lips in a playful smile as uncertainty flickers in her eyes.
>"Hon, pl-"
>Too late.
>Smiling wide, you slip your finger inside her anus.
>Spitfire gives a raucous grunt unfitting of a commanding officer that you feel down in the floorboards.
>Well, it's either the grunt or her collapsing onto the floor, whimpering helplessly.
>"P-please!"
 
"Please, what?"
>You bend your finger so that your second knuckle is pressed up against her raised rectum and turn your wrist to the left and then to the right
>The Captain whimpers, burying her face in her hooves as she tries to silence her cries.
>Out of the goodness of your heart, you leave your finger motionless for a little while
>Spitfire's hot, relieved sighs paint the cool floor with a thin sheen of moisture as she tries to collect herself.
>Only she doesn't do it nearly fast enough for your liking.
>A second finger joins the first, moving all the way down to the bottom knuckle this time.
>The once limp mare jerks upright, or at least her front does.
>Spitfire's forelegs seem to lock into place, throwing a hitch into her back as she attempts to force herself further down onto your fingers.
>Despite that, she manages a breathy moan of distress.
>"N-n-nooooo!"
>With a dark chuckle, you wriggle your fingers against her insides, alternating your fingers like a pair of legs, making sure always to maintain contact with either your fingertips or your fingernails.
>In spite of her whimpering, you can feel the toned pegasus' muscles milking your fingers with a deep, lusty hunger."
>Through breathless sighs, the mare moans.
>"We, we shouldn't."
"I'm pretty sure we should. You have needs after all."
>To drive the point home, your fingers slide deeper into the mare's rectal railway, forcing a portion of the plump pucker inside.
>Spitfire's eyes roll back and a pleased smile flits across her face
>"Nn, yeah."
 
>But all too soon it's gone and the furrowed brow makes a comeback.
>"I-I mean no! You know what happens to me when we do that."
>Chuckling, you slide along the floor on your knees, placing your lips near her ear.
"I do."
>Your fingers begin to pull out of her rear, pushing back against her squeezing muscles the entire while.
>Spitfire squirms and gives an helpless whimper as she feels you exiting her.
"You get all wound up and go in to training with bags under your eyes."
>The confines of her lacy panties stretch just enough to pull all but the tips of your fingers from her hot hole, and so you pause.
>You can feel a gentle pulling from the ace's anus, trying desperately to find itself filled again.
>"T-that's right. And I can't fly right either. I don't get anything out of it, I may as well just not show up."
>Time slows to a crawl as the two of you square off.
>It's not quite fair though, as Spitfire's already in such a state, you can almost smell the arousal pouring off of her.
>After several long seconds, you let your warm breath tickle her ear as you whisper
"Then I suppose, you had better let them know you're a little under the weather tomorrow."
>With that, you jam your fingers back into the mare.
>Spitfire cries and collapses onto the floor again, writhing and kicking her legs against the ground.
>"N-no, no, nnnn!"
>Your fingers pump relentlessly into her hershey highway, earning hitching gasps as repayment.
>At last, legs still flailing, the pegasus breaks.
>"Yes, yes! Please, I'm so close!"
>With a heavy cry, Spitfire grinds her muzzle into the wooden slats on the floor.
>A heady rush of pheromones tickles at your nose as her ravenous rectum clenches down on your fingers.
>"Oh, oh that's the spot, ace!"
>With an enthusiastic sigh, the mare rubs her heated cheeks against the floor, trying desperately to cool herself down.
 
>It's another twenty seconds or so before the mare grins and shakes her head, sending her mane flying about like a wildfire.
>"What a rush there, hm? I knew you were a good choice for a wingpony."
>She seems much more relaxed now, the tension completely gone from her body.
>The cheeky mare even goes so far as to walk away from you, pulling your fingers out in the process.
>With a pleased grin, she stalks over to the stove and eyes the progress of the meal.
>Seriously?
>You clear your throat, earning a curious look from the satisfied Spitfire.
"Uh, aren't you forgetting something?"
>The Captain cocks her head to the side and raises an eyebrow, to which you sigh and point to the engorged erection nearly erupting from your pants.
>"Oh, that."
>The Wonderbolt ace shrugs and tosses her mane to the side a little.
>"I don't think so, champ; I'm just feeling too loose right now."
>Wait.
>Seriously?
>You scowl, but notice the cheeky grin returning to her lips.
>"Besides, I have to let the other 'bolts know that I'm not going to be coming in tomorrow. We'll just leave out the part where you're going to break me like a wild pony."
>...
>It'll do.
>You smile and wash up, the two of you going about finishing preparing for dinner.