Capsaicin cream is a useful ointment for any aspiring athlete, the greasy lotion seeping into the skin relaxing muscles and allowing the trials and tribulations of a hard day’s work out to fade into the relaxing warmth of the liberally applied paste. The topical ointment proving popular with the Wonderbolts, who greatly appreciated its soothing caress that let their aching bodies unwind after a thrilling and intense aerial performance. The cream tired and tested, but even so, side effects were always possible which was something Spitfire found out much to her chagrin.

The ingestion going smoothly at first, as Spitfire had surprised Blaze and easily slotted her lips over the startled mare’s windswept mane. The captain cementing her claim with a strong gulp as she slurped the wining head into her waiting gullet as Blaze began to grumble at the sudden swallowing scuppering her post-training plans. The mare putting up a token resistance as she struggled enough to save face, as she knew that now Spitfire had a grip on her she was going in the captain’s if she liked it or not. Spitfire smirking around her snack as she felt the wriggling begin to slow as she eased her lips over Blaze’s shoulders and began to waggle her yawning maw, as the pegamare’s oral cavity walked over her twitching teammate.

Spitfire’s gums coasting over Blaze’s body without much effort as the streamlined nature of the flier’s form allowed her to slot effortlessly into the peristaltic embrace of her devourers chugging throat. The mare surfing through the seeping saliva as easily as her aerodynamic body cut through the air as soon Blaze’s wings were bundled to her back with firm hooves as Spitfire inhaled the equine’s trim barrel. The experienced Wonderbolt making short work of her subordinate turned dinner, when suddenly her tongue glanced a taste of Blaze’s feathery leading edge, as a sharp taste struck Spitfire like a brick wall.

The captain’s composure veering in an instant as her eyes watered and her calm veneer of a calculated predator shifted into red-faced exacerbation as her tonsils tensed from the tart flavour assaulting her taste buds. The confident swallow shifting into a spattering cough as Spitfire almost keeled over as if struck in the gut as the spicy assault of hot peppers upon her tongue caused her to retch from its sizzled in a burning sensation upon her palate. The heat too much to handle as Spitfire felt the literal hot wings tense in confusion as the unrelenting swallowing eased as Spitfire began to stutter into her stuffed gob, as her body yearned to eject the piquant pony.

The unexpected spice enough to put Spitfire on her ass as she rolled back on her haunches, eyes trembling as Blaze’s lower body swayed weakly between her gritted teeth. The mare not wanting to show weakness even if she had bitten off more than she was expecting even if she was too proud to admit it. The mare keeping a stern face even if it was fidgeting like a fire's flame, as she was now committed so bearing the complaints of her simmering tongue she continued to swallow her over tangy treat as she tried to work out what the bitter over seasoning that had hit her like skunk spray was? Spitfire focusing on the task at hoof and with a few rolls of the gullet she wolfed down her victim, with methodical precision so she could down some milk to try and temper this intense aftertaste.

The inklings of sharpness not waning as Spitfire basked upon her bloated belly, but she knew this scorching stimulus would persist long after Blaze settled into her role relegated to a rotund swelling in her stomach. The surprise slurping sure to make Spitfire live up to her name as she breathed fire when she started burping up the excess air that went down with her curled-up charge. It would only be later that Spitfire would find out the oily ointment was the source of her premature heartburn, as the mare mulled the aftermath of her animated and quaking gut. The whole experience a learning experience, as Spitfire changed her strategy so that in future, she would snag her next victim in the showers once the steamy waters had sufficient time to wash away the picante paste from a pony hide. For now though, Spitfire would just lean back and enjoy Blaze’s rocking, as she nursed her singed tongue, as she contemplated how she would get back at the marinating mare within her’s accidental counterattack…

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It seems that when Spitfire went for a swift swallowing on Blaze she got more than she was expecting as the muscular pony was literally too hot to handle. Hopefully, Blaze didn't live up to her name of poor Spitfire will feel her tastebuds fuming for hours.

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