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Flight practice was a special kind of hell for Spitfire. On one hoof, she had to keep track of every pony in her squad and make sure that they preformed exactly as they needed to. On the other, she still had to push herself harder than everypony else. Her job was mentally and physically exhausting, but she knew that it was worth it. The Wonderbolts were the greatest flyers in Equestria, and they had to be kept in tip-top shape.

Tonight was a very special night. A whole week of vacation was waiting for her and all the other members of the team, and everypony was excited for it. "Hey, Soarin'?" Spitfire asked. The blue pegasus across the isle looked up from his stuck zipper, inadvertently giving her a perfect view of his sculpted body. "Shame he doesn't like mares," she thought fleetingly, but quickly banished the unwanted notion. Soarin' was her friend, and nothing more."Any fun plans for your vacation?"

"Visiting a friend," Soarin' said, a light blush on his cheeks.

"I thought so," Spitfire said teasingly. "This friend wouldn't be that cute stallion in your picture, would it?"

Soarin' looked around to make sure that nopony was listening, then yanked a large photograph of Braeburn off the inside of his locker's door. "It might be," he said, pretending to search the bottom of his locker for something. "What about you? Still seeing that mystery stallion?"

"You'd better believe it," the squad leader said with a laugh as she kicked her locker shut. She grabbed her bag and threw it onto her back, then trotted toward the exit. "Take care, Soarin'! Oh, and I want details when you finally get lucky. That's an order." He lightly shoved her with his shoulder as she passed, giggling like a loon. "Seriously, though. If I ever see you walking funny-"

"That does it!" Soarin' shouted as he sprang into the air. Spitfire ducked underneath him, sprinting for the exit with her friend in hot pursuit. He caught up to her almost instantly, and a bout of spirited roughhousing ensued.

It felt good to blow off some steam after weeks of hard work.

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Ponyville wasn't a long way from Cloudsdale, but the trip still felt like it lasted forever. Spitfire almost dozed off, but she knew that she would miss her stop if she wasn't careful. When the time finally came to get off the train, she had nothing but a small bag to grab. Everything else was waiting for her at home.

Spitfire strolled through town for a while, chatting with a few of the locals and waiting for the sun to go down. A big pair of sunglasses and a light jacket made sure that nopony would recognize her face or cutie mark, but she was pretty sure that most of the ponies in Ponyville weren't big enough fans of the Wonderbolts to recognize her out of costume. So long as she stayed away from Rainbow Dash, nopony would ever find out where she spent her time off.

When night fell, she made her way to a modest little building on the edge of town. "The Golden Bridle," said the modest little sign out front. "Live entertainment. Must be of age to enter."

Music played inside, not blaring but loud enough to draw attention. Ponies sat at tables scattered around the room, enjoying their drinks and sometimes whispering to one another. Most of the room was dimly lit, with only two exceptions. The first was the bar, which was manned by an older stallion with a friendly smile. He waved to Spitfire as she sat down and poured her favorite drink.

The only other place in the room that wasn't shrouded in twilight was the stage. A pole rose up to the ceiling, around which a handsome stallion danced. His coat was pure white, and his dark blue mane looked almost black under the stage lights. The blue spandex shorts he wore left nothing to the imagination. His only other article of clothing was a pair of thigh-high stockings that were enchanted to hide his cutie mark from the audience. "Who's that?" Spitfire asked.

"Nice pony from Canterlot," the bartender said. Double Round had been working in the club for a long time, and knew every dancer that had ever walked up on stage. "I think he's an old friend of the owner. He's in town visiting family and asked if he could do a show for old time's sake."

Spitfire watched the dancer strut his stuff, mentally comparing him to others she'd seen. "He's good," she said when he was getting close to the end of his routine. She could have sworn that she recognized him, but couldn't figure out from where. It was possible, since she spent a lot of time in Canterlot. "He might want to go easy on the padding next time, though."

The bartender chuckled and refilled her glass. "That isn't padding. His wife is in the audience, and I guess it's getting to him." The lights came on, and the stallion bowed to the crowd. One member of the audience, a pink unicorn in a bulky sweater, cheered a bit louder than the rest. "That'd be her," Double said.

The club's owner, an excitable pony named Peep Show, addressed the audience through the speakers. "That handsome stud was an old friend of the club, and he agreed to do a special show just for all you lucky fans. Fillies and gentlecolts, give it up for Shining...I-I mean, uh, Gleaming Ardor!"

The crowd cheered, and Gleaming Ardor smiled bashfully. He walked off the stage and through the isles to the dressing rooms. "Up next," Peep Show continued, "We've got a regular here at the Golden Bridle. He's ridden long and hard to get here, and now that he's arrived I think he's ready to heat things up. Give it up for the master of the road, the rock-and-roll biker with a hankering for trouble, Silver Stud!"

The audience went wild as the room was plunged into darkness. When the lights came back on, a new dancer had taken the stage. He was standing on his hind legs, all his weight shifted to one hip as he used the pole for balance. He was wearing a very revealing biker outfit, complete with chaps and a tight black tank top. A leather jacket hung from his shoulder, which he dropped off to the side. He turned in a slow circle to take in his audience and give everypony an equal view.

Spitfire felt a rush of excitement as Caramel caught sight of her. He winked and tossed her the leather hat he was wearing, then went back to his performance as though he hadn't noticed a thing. His long mane fell down without the hat to contain it, stopping just past his shoulders.

"Silver Stud" lived up to his stage name. His outfit glimmered under the lights as he danced, slowly shedding more and more of his clothes. The tank top went first, exposing a body sculpted from years of farm work. His day job at Sweet Apple Acres kept him in fantastic shape.

The shirt was quickly followed by his belt, and then the chaps. His tight leather pants hung low on his hips and drew the eye along the tantalizing curves of his ass. The handsome earth pony swayed his hips to the beat of the music, tantalizingly unveiling each new part of himself.

The dancer slowly pulled off his pants, teasing the audience by swaying his hips back and forth while he did so. He finished the rest of his routine nearly nude. He ket only his boots, which hid the enchanted stockings beneath them, and his thong.

Even without the studs in his outfit, Caramel was able to shine. The piercings in his ears, eyebrows, lip, and nose sparkled in the light. They were mostly fake, but Spitfire knew that two of them were very real. The first was in his tongue, while the second was hidden away in a place the audience wasn't allowed to see.

The crowd loved him, though she wasn't sure if it was because of his skills as a dancer or the way he flaunted his assets. Spitfire saw nothing wrong with either, and watched every movement with complete fascination. He was a natural, and moved with an uncanny grace that might have been more at home in the ballet. Using such skills for pole dancing almost seemed like overkill.

Bits flew through the air, and Silver Stud happened to catch one in his mouth. He probably hadn't meant to, but played it off like a pro by winking at the mare that threw it. The poor pony almost fainted in her seat.

The routine ended with an impressive finale. Caramel lifted himself up onto the pole and, suspended by the raw strength of his lower body, hung upside down by his hind legs. He spiraled down the pole, flipping over at the last second and ending up lying on his belly with his rump high in the air. He gave the crowd his legendary "come hither" stare, kicking his hind legs playfully.

With the dance over, Caramel collected his bits and took a heartfelt bow. He smiled at Spitfire, who nodded and held up one hoof. She settled against the bar to watch the next dancer while her coltfriend hurried home to get ready for her.

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Caramel lived in a nice apartment near the center of town. It was more than he could ever afford alone, but with Spitfire's help he had been able move out of the Apple family's crowded farmhouse and into a place of his own. The Wonderbolt was a permanent resident, though her schedule meant that she spent a lot of time in Cloudsdale instead of at home.

The earth pony himself was waiting for her when she arrived. He had gotten rid of the biker outfit, and his coat was still damp from a recent shower. The fake piercings were gone, leaving only the stud in his tongue readily visible. A clean pair of socks, baby blue to match his eyes, had been laid out on the bed along with a thick towel. A leather choker with Spitfire's cutie mark as the setting encircled his neck. "I'm ready. Same plan as last time?"

Spitfire cupped his chin in her hoof and gently grazed his lips with her own. "Not quite," she said. "I brought something new for us to play with." Her coltfriend's eyes lit up, and she gently pushed him toward the bathroom. "That's for later, though. Don't forget, you're wearing the choker now."

Caramel smiled and pecked her on the cheek. "Sorry, mistress. It won't happen again." Spitfire followed him into the bathroom, watching his tail sway invitingly from side to side. He had wrapped the base, taking away what little modesty a tail could provide. He was already almost painfully erect, but he wasn't allowed to take care of that yet. His Prince Albert piercing glinted at her from his tip.

The apartment had a typical equine bathtub: a small, raised platform slightly below the water level for a pony to lie on with a moat of water surrounding it. Caramel had already drawn the water, and Spitfire shivered at the heat radiating from the perfectly smooth pool. It was almost painfully warm, and would soon help all the aches and pains caused by her training melt away.

Caramel followed her in and helped her lie down comfortably. "You know what to do," she said, and smiled as a glob of something cold was squeezed onto her back. Caramel's hooves pressed into her tense muscles, working the soap into a lather and rinsing away any lingering pressure she still felt from work. She had been away from home for far too long.

"I missed you, mistress," he said as he cleaned her. He was very thorough, knowing how much she liked to be the center of attention. Spitfire rolled onto her back, and he began working on her legs.

Soon Spitfire felt his lips on her hooves. He began at her toe, biting playfully before dragging his tongue down her freshly cleaned sole. It tickled a bit, but she didn't try to stop him. He didn't stop until he reached the sensitive bulbs near her ankle. Then, when he had worshiped that hoof enough, he moved on to the next.

It took a long time for him to suckle all four of them properly. She savored every second of it, loving how his hot tongue felt running down the ridges and grooves of her hooves. She wasn't sure what had caused this strange fetish, but having her hooves kissed and licked never failed to get her in the mood.

When he had paid her enough attention, Spitfire sat up on edge of the platform and made her coltfriend sit below her. She raised one hoof out of the water so that he could kiss it, and gently touched his erection under the water's surface with the other. "You're such a good pet," she breathed. "I think you deserve a reward."

Both hooves now rubbed at him below the water. Caramel moaned and bucked against them, both of his front hooves planted firmly on the platform to either side of his mistress. "I-I'm getting close," he said after a few moments.

"What was that?" Spitfire asked. "You're getting close, mistress. Don't forget again."

"I-I won't, mistress!" Caramel said. "But, really, I-"

"You'll cum when I say you can," Spitfire interrupted. "And I don't. You'd better not finish yet. Stand up and let me watch."

Caramel did as he was told...mostly. He stood up out of the water, his front hooves never moving. Spitfire's hooves moved up and down his member, squeezing him in all the right places with a dexterity that could only come from months or even years of experience. Every few seconds his piercing clicked against them. "I-I can't," he whimpered. "Mistress, I'm sorry!"

He came hard, gushing all over her hooves, legs, and belly. She generously kept her hooves pressed against his cock, using them to milk every last drop of semen from him. It was incredibly satisfying, but he knew he'd be in trouble now. "Look at what you did," Spitfire said, not angry but very annoyed. "You've made such a mess. You know what you have to do now, don't you?"

"I'm sorry," Caramel said as he took one of her hooves in his own. He licked the outer edge, cleaning his cum off of it. "I'm sorry, mistress. I'll do better next time." He moved on to the rest of that hoof, and then turned his attention to the next. Slowly, and with great care for his partner's comfort, he cleaned off every drop of semen with his tongue.

He wouldn't do better, of course. He never did better. It was all part of the game. "You missed some on my stomach," Spitfire said, and watched as his tongue lapped up the final glob of his seed. "You disobeyed me, Caramel. I told you not to do that. Now I have to punish you."

"I won't do it again, mistress!" Caramel said.

"Too late," Spitfire said with a sigh. "Wash me off again. After that, you'll be punished." Caramel obeyed, and used a hoof cloth to wash her lower body again. When she was completely clean she rolled off the platform and climbed out of the bath. He pulled the plug to drain the water and followed, grabbing a towel from the nearby counter.

Caramel gently toweled off his marefriend, starting from her hooves and working his way up. He planted a kiss every so often, as though a display of affection would make her go easy on him. Once they were both dry, she shoved him in to the bedroom and grabbed the small bag she'd brought with her. "Get dressed," she ordered. "I'll be out in a moment. Set the lube next to the bed."

The bathroom door closed. Caramel slid on his socks, tied a matching bow around his tail, and made sure that his choker was on straight. As an afterthought, he took a ribbon out of the bedside table and tied his mane back back in a ponytail.

Spitfire soon rejoined him, and he gaped at what she was carrying. A jet-black equine shaft hung from a leather harness. His half of the double-ended toy was nearly a foot long, which was more than what he was used to. "Mistress, that's... that's bigger than the old one." Even as he spoke, Caramel knelt before her and nuzzled her chest. The meaning was clear: he really needed her to be gentle.

They climbed onto the bed, and Spitfire immediately pushed him onto his back She stood over him with one hoof on his chest, pressing him into the mattress. "You've been very bad tonight," she said. "You forgot to call me 'mistress'. You came without permission, and on my hooves as well. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"It won't happen again, mistress," Caramel said. He kissed the hoof holding him down.

"Oh, sweetie, I wish I could believe you." Spitfire reached down off the bed and grabbed the bottle. "You've said that before, and yet here we are. I was hoping that you'd learn your lesson eventually, but I guess I wasn't trying hard enough. Maybe you'll get it this time. Put it on me." Caramel hurried to obey her, and hooked the straps around her hips. Her half of the toy slid into her, and she moaned quietly.

He tightened the harness enough to keep the toy in place, but made sure not to make it uncomfortable for her. After all, he didn't want his mistress to get any angrier than she already was. "Good," she said when he was finished.

She took a moment to compare sizes, resting her fake stallionhood on his real one. "You see, slut? Mine's bigger. Now, roll over. It's time for your punishment." He heard her lubricating the strap-on, and waited patiently for her to give his tight rump the same treatment.

Once he was ready, Spitfire put her hooves on his shoulders and held him down. "Pay attention," she said as she tried to find her mark. She handed him a pillow, just in case. "This is what happens when you don't do as you're told." The lubricated shaft missed on her first try, and slid along his balls. He whimpered at how thick and heavy it felt.

This was going to be the most difficult moment of the night, and they both knew it. Spitfire pressed against his back door harder and harder until, to his great discomfort, she spread him wide open. "Yellow," he whispered as he trembled beneath her.

Spitfire moved very slowly, sinking deeper into him. The next inch was a struggle, as was the one after it. She always made sure to wait until he was ready for more. "Relax," she said. "You're doing so good, baby. Have you been practicing?"

"A little, mistress," Caramel admitted. he hadn't quite been prepared for something like this, but he could work with it. "I'm feeling a bit better now."

"That's good," Spitfire said, and began to push deeper into him. The strap-on sank in the rest of the way, and her hips pressed against his rump. "Good job, sweetie. You took it all the way." She began to pull out, and the feeling of emptiness was almost more than he could bear. "Now, let's see you do it again."

Caramel bit his pillow and cried out as she penetrated him again. She was hard and forceful, but made sure not to give him more than he could handle. "You like that, don't you?" she asked as she withdrew, only to pump into him again even harder than before. "My little bitch just loves it when I peg him. I bet you've been dreaming about this for days."

"Oh Celestia," Caramel thought as his stallionhood throbbed beneath him. "You've got no idea."

The more Spitfire worked on him, the easier it became. Soon she was able to move much faster, and built up a good rhythm. "You'd better not cum yet," she said, and he realized that he was already getting close. "You already came once without permission. If you do it again, the punishment's going to be a lot worse."

It wasn't easy, but Caramel tried to hold off his orgasm. Spitfire rutted him harder and harder, wearing down the few inhibitions he had left and making him moan like a mare in heat. She pinned his hooves down, bit his mane, and yanked it roughly to pull his head back. "Look at that," she said, forcing him to look at the mirror on the other side of the room. "Look at you, taking it from a mare and begging for more. You do want more, don't you?"

Caramel's voice came out weak and feeble. "Yes!" he whimpered. "Please, mistress! Please let me cum!"

Spitfire held him against her chest and carefully bit his ear, her toned hips moving with such force that a lesser pony would have been exhausted by now. "You're such a horny little slut," she growled. "My slut. Isn't that right?"

"Yes!" he cried.

"Good!" Spitfire shoved his upper body into the mattress, keeping his hind end raised up. "Then cum for your mistress, you little bitch. Now!"

Caramel took one look at himself in the mirror and let out a loud moan. His cock twitched and jumped, moments before the first spurt of cum landed on the towel they had laid down. He clenched around the toy, feeling it rub against his prostate every time Spitfire pounded into him.

Mostly, he focused on the image in front of him. He saw Spitfire holding him down effortlessly, delighting in her ability to make him squirm. He saw himself, helpless and immobile, begging to be ravaged harder. It felt right, bowing down before her like this. She was in complete control, and he gladly submitted to her.

His balls eventually finished emptying themselves, and Caramel almost collapsed in the small puddle of his seed. "Good job," Spitfire whispered into his ear. "Good job, honey. You're such a good toy."

Spitfire pulled out of him and led him into the bathroom, where he ran her another bath. It was really for both of them, since he needed it even more than she did. As usual, she sat on the platform while he knelt in front of her. She spread her legs, and he went to work pleasing her.

For a while, she said nothing except to give him directions. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of lapping at her soaking marehood, Spitfire's legs tightened around him. She put one of her hooves on the back of her head and sighed happily. "That's it, babe. Here I come."

Caramel felt her tunnel contract around his tongue and, as usual, made a token attempt at pulling away. She forcefully held him there and ground herself against him, taking this one last opportunity to show that he belonged to her.

When she was done, Spitfire removed his choker and set it aside. She then pulled him up onto the platform next to her and began washing them both off. "You did great, babe," she said as the exhausted earth pony tried to catch his breath. "It's so good to be home. I can't even begin to tell you how much I missed you."

"I missed you, too," Caramel said. He shuffled over slightly so that his head was in her lap. "Um, if...if you want, I could try to be in control tomorrow."

Spitfire raised a single, dubious eyebrow. "Do you want to be in control?" she asked.

Caramel guiltily looked away. They had already established that he wasn't any good at being a dom. No matter how much she assured him that she loved it, he always felt guilty afterward. In fact, it had almost brought him to tears once. "No," he admitted.

"Uh-huh. I don't need you to do that for me, Caramel. As much fun as it sounds, I wouldn't be able to enjoy myself knowing how it makes you feel."

"I know," he said with a sigh. "Maybe someday we'll figure something out."

Spitfire playfully ran her hooves through his mane. "We'll get it," she said. "It just takes practice."

Caramel heaved himself into a sitting position and marveled at how tired he was. Dancing at the club was hard work, and serving Spitfire had really taken it out of him. He'd sleep very well tonight. "I don't know about you, but I'm beat."

They finished cleaning each other off, drained the tub, and quickly got ready for bed. Spitfire crawled under the covers and rested her head on his chest, breathing in his scent with a peaceful smile on her face. She was very, very glad to be home.

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Morning came a little too early for Caramel. The sun hadn't risen, but even if it had the room would have been pitch black. The apartment was protected by this blackout curtains. He had insisted, since his work schedule often meant that he didn't get much sleep while the moon was high.

He very carefully climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. After locking the door, he turned on the light and hissed as it blinded him. Once his eyes had adjusted, he looked himself over in the mirror. Something seemed... off.

His entire body felt strange. He itched all over, and an unpleasant tingle was building in his extremities. He hoped that he wasn't getting sick, since Applebucking Season was right around the corner. He also had a show scheduled for tomorrow, and nopony wanted to see a sick stripper. Maybe he would just go on a quick trot to see the doctor for a checkup.

A strange light filled the room, and Caramel gasped. His eyes were glowing. "What in tarnation!?" he asked as he leaned closer to the mirror.

His body heated up like a furnace, becoming so hot that he almost thought he could see steam rising from his coat. He shouted in fear at first, then in another emotion entirely as the heat concentrated right between his legs.

He fell back on his rump and watched, shocked into silence as his stallionhood began to grow. He felt his balls getting thick and heavy, stretching the sack around them and pressing against the cool bathroom tile. His shaft swelled up to its usual size and kept right on going, gaining nearly three inches and quite a bit of girth before it finally stopped.

The tension grew until he couldn't stand it any longer. Caramel threw his head back and cried out as he came, pumping his cum across the bathroom floor with much more force than he could ever have managed before.

He tried to catch his breath, and was startled by Spitfire pounding on the door. How long had she been out there? "I-I'm alright!" he called. "I just, uh, might need to go to the hospital."

"What!?" she shouted. "Open the door! How bad is it? Where are you hurt?" Her eyes widened when she finally got a good look at him. "That's...not what I was expecting at all."

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This story's picture comes from the talented Longinius. It's one of the less explicit images I was considering, but also one of the hottest!

Just so we're clear, this was all consensual. I've never done a scene quite like this before, but I wanted it to be clear that they're still a very loving couple. Did I do alright, or does it come off as an abusive relationship? Because I really wanted to avoid that.

I know this chapter took a long time. Sorry, but the truth is that I've got a lot on my plate right now. I'm also changing the order of the rest of these stories. So, for instance, the chapter AFTER the next one is done, but not the next one. Sorry for the wait. On the bright side, we've got more Braeburn on the way.

An edit: I accidentally did something to this chapter and turned it into a draft, but it should be fixed now. Sorry about that!