WonderBolt Initiation

Storm Chaser stared into the mirror of the stallion's locker room, trying his best not to think of the task of which he was about to face.

Four months. Storm could not lose this now. Four months, he had been training to get into the Wonderbolts. For four months, He had been in the Wonderbolts new selection process: two hundred and fifty candidates over four months. The rules were simple: last one standing became a Wonderbolt. But here was the catch.

There was one more test.

Storm had pushed himself, worked himself to physical and mental perfection. He looked himself up and down. His muscles were more defined, his wings showed great power and strength. He had been pushed on speed, aerial acrobatics, flexibility, power, and strength. Storm had surpassed them all.

But, if everything that the Bolts could cover had been covered, what more was there?

Storm sat down on the bench in the locker room. He flicked his long, silver hair out of his face, and bit his bottom lip. He was nervous. Very nervous.

What made it worse, was that he had not even been told what the final test was. But he knew he had been prepared for it. He had been trained by all of them; Spitfire, Soarin', all the Wonderbolts. Everything they had taught him was leading up to this moment.

Last one standing... That's gotta mean something. Storm thought. He was not going to train for four months to lose it all now. No way. He was too stubborn for that.

A knock sounded on the door. Storm stood up.

“Yeah?”

Spitfire, the gorgeous, light orange haired Wonderbolt walked into the room. Her tail swished behind her as she walked.

“I know this is the stallion's locker room, but I had to check if you're okay.” She asked, looking at her friend.

Spitfire had grown rather attached to Storm. He wasn't like all the other assholes who had come to the camp just to get a glimpse at her body. He was different. He was kind, compassionate, and like her, he had a desire to win. She looked at him intently. He was wearing his normal training kit; a blue and gold jumpsuit, with the name Storm Chaser stitched onto the back. Every candidate had got one. His black fur and wings looked incredible with his silver hair and tail. Also he was wearing golden goggles atop his head, similar to the ones she wore.

Storm, however, was too busy looking at Spitfire. Not her body, you understand. Her outfit. Like every other time he had seen her, she was wearing her Wonderbolt jumpsuit, her wings curled up neatly on her back.

The very thing He so dearly wanted.

Storm realized he had not responded to Spitfire. He almost spluttered his answer. “I'm fine ma’am.” He said, looking straight ahead.

“Storm, we’ve been over this. You can call me Spitfire. Seriously, I hate it when everypony gets formal.” Spitfire replied, rolling her eyes. Storm only nodded. “If you’re sure you’re fine, you need to report to the main stadium in five minutes. You'll do fine Storm, I'm sure of it.” He watched Spitfire go, her tail whipping out of sight as she walked out.

Spitfire closed the door behind her. She closed her eyes. She felt horrible. After training Storm, after watching him progress into the stallion he was now, she couldn't believe that she could be the one to end it all.

-----The Stadium-----

“Welcome everypony, to the Wonderbolt Training’s final test! Please welcome, the Wonderbolts!”

The Wonderbolts flew out of the tunnel, closely aligned, with Spitfire at the lead. They split into six separate lines smoke trails emitting behind them. Together, they took off higher into the sky, before spelling W.B in the air. Soarin’ and the other four members flew to a private box, while Spitfire landed next to a 400 meter athletics track which sat in the middle of the stadium.

The announcer continued on.

“And put your hooves together for the final candidate of the Wonderbolts selection program: Storm Chaser!”

‘Here we go!’ Storm thought to himself. Giving his wings a powerful flap, he took off and out into the cold, nippy, mid-winter air. He did a quick lap of the stadium as the crowd roared with approval. Some of the crowd were his fellow candidates he recognized the blue mare with the rainbow mane and tail that had made it to second place before he had finally beat her. His friends waved to him as he flew over them. The other spectators were either Wonderbolt fans, or citizens of Canterlot who had come to watch. Storm finished his lap and landed gratefully next to Spitfire. He managed a shaky smile, which Spitfire returned.

“Now, Storm has not been told what his final test is. Remember, if he passes this test, he will become an official member of the Wonderbolts!”

The crowd cheered and whistled. Storm, however, did not feel so confident.

“His final test is this. He must beat the Wonderbolt captain, Spitfire, in a 400 meter race!”

The crowd roared again and Storm looked at Spitfire, shocked.

“Race you? I haven’t got a chance!” Storm said, his wings drooping.

Spitfire looked at him, and cupped his chin with her hand. He was about 2-3 inches taller than her so she had to look up into the green eyes she'd come to admire so much.

“Storm, listen to me. I’ve been telling you for four months that you can do anything if you set your mind to it. Now prove to me that I haven’t been wasting my breath.”

Storm looked unsure, her orange eyes seemed to embolden him. He walked towards the start line, Spitfire by his side. When at the line, he quickly stretched his body and wings.

He thought about his chances. Not high, considering Spitfire was insanely quick, but Storm realised he did have one advantage. Although Spitfire was quick, she wasn't very good at her starts. He knew this because he had always watched her. Quick, but slow to start. Storm knew now he had one chance. Get of that line with every ounce of speed and strength he could muster.

“Take your positions!” The commentator said. A flag waving pony had come to the side of the track so they could start the race.

Storm glanced sideways at Spitfire. She was not looking at him. He put on his determination face, lowered his goggles onto his eyes, and bent into a start position. He tensed his body and raised his wings into a ready position.

Next to him, Spitfire had done the same, her breasts drooping ever so slightly as she bent over, her wings tensed and ready to strike. She could hear the wolf whistles from the numerous stallions in the crowd. Closing her eyes in disgust, she promptly focused on the race. Friend or not, Storm was not going to beat her. He could beat her, she was sure of that, but she had that feeling again. She didn't want to lose.

Storm exhaled sharply as the pony with the flag raised it.

“On your marks!”

He closed his eyes.

“Get set!”

His heart beat in his neck, his adrenaline coming thick and fast, his eyes snapped open.

This. Was it.

“GO!”

Storm thrust himself forward with astonishing speed, leaving Spitfire behind. He knew she would catch up, but Storm had the advantage. Flapping his powerful wings, he got the lead. For now.

After two hundred meters, Spitfire was catching up to him. Storm willed himself to move faster. He could hear Spitfire's wings beating against the wind as the powerful pegasus raced to catch up. On the final straight, Spitfire drew level. The two sped towards the line, Storm gritting his teeth as he pushed and pushed.

“COME ON!” He yelled at himself. He dared not look sideways at Spitfire. It would only give her the advantage. He suddenly remembered her eyes when she told him to prove that all she had done was not a waste. Storm suddenly felt strength he didn't know he had. He flapped his wings one final time and drew ahead as they crossed the line. Storm stopped and raised a hand into the air, a huge grin plastered on his face.

“And Storm Chaser wins!” the announcer shouted.

Spitfire felt elated. Although she had wanted to win, she knew Storm deserved it. She ran toward him, and embraced him in a tight hug.

“Well done Storm!” She cheered.

“Thanks... Spitfire.” He replied, as he stood, mesmerised in her brilliant orange eyes the same eyes that had given him the extra energy to win. Unknown to him, she too was lost in his green colored ones. The two stood still for a few seconds, but to them, it felt like hours. Spitfire could feel a knot in her stomach which she had never felt before.

‘I wonder if... She thought.’

The other Wonderbolts descending upon them broke her chain of thought as they came down with a plastic bag. Spitfire was handed a microphone by Soarin’. Evidently, she was the one to do the honours.

“Storm Chaser. You have showed us all great skill. You have the talent to be the next Wonderbolt. And for this, I present to you this. Your very own Wonderbolt jumpsuit.”

Storm took the package from Soarin’, and held it up to the crowd. The crowd screamed it’s approval. He suddenly remembered something. He lowered his voice and spoke softly to Spitfire.

“I thought you hated it when everypony got formal.” Spitfire chuckled.

"Shh."

-----20 Minutes Later-----

Storm slid his T-shirt over his head as he finished changing. He was now out of his training jumpsuit, and was into some casual clothes; some black jeans, a plain blue T-shirt, and a white long sleeve button up over-shirt. He decided to leave in unbuttoned and roll the sleeves up to his elbows. He was simple like that. It was how he was.

Throwing his rucksack over his back, which contained his new Wonderbolt jumpsuit, he walked towards the door. As he opened it, he came face to face with Soarin’.

“Hey Storm!” He said, smiling.

“Hey Soarin’.” Storm replied, returning the smile.

“Fancy coming to the pub with us to celebrate? Drinks are on us.”

Storm didn’t really fancy it. He wasn't great around people, but when he was performing, he felt really confident. It was strange. But Storm didn't want to hurt Soarin’s feelings. He quickly looked, searching for a way out. It came in the form of Spitfire, who was leaving quite briskly.

“Uhh, Spitfire wanted to talk to me. Sorry. Another time?”

Soarin’ just nodded. “Yeah, sure.” Storm turned and ran after Spitfire. He caught her running out the door.

“Spitfire!” He called.

The mare turned on him. She was dressed in a thick winter jacket and skin tight jeans, in order to keep the warmth in. She smiled at him, her tail flowing and wings flapping in greeting.

“Hey. Wanna come back to mine for a quiet drink? I know what you’re like.”

“Sounds great.” Storm said, shivering. He wasn't wearing a jacket and it was the middle of December! What was he thinking?

Spitfire quickly lead the way toward the apartment. Storm asked a question.

“Spitfire, how come you don't just fly home?”

Spitfire shrugged casually.

“I like to walk, take things slow. Makes quite a change from my normal daily routine.”

He nodded. This seemed like quite a reasonable explanation.

Mercifully, the walk was not far. All the while, Spitfire would watch Storm with curiosity. She wondered why she had got that knot in her stomach in the stadium. More importantly, why did she still have it?

‘I know I like Storm, but do I ... like him like him?’ And with every glance she stole at him, she was sure of her answer. Yes. She was attracted to him.

Upon reaching her apartment, she quickly opened the door and Storm followed her inside. She flicked the heater on and quickly stripped herself of her jacket and boots. Storm watched her do it while he took off his own trainers, and placed his rucksack on top of them.

Underneath her jacket, she was wearing a white long sleeved shirt. Because of this, you could see her orange bra. Storm kept this to himself as he sat at her kitchen table. He was still shivering.

“Want some tea?”

“Sure.” He answered, smiling.

“What kind?” The pegasus asked.

“There’s more than one kind of tea?” Storm said, his tone disbelieving.

Spitfire opened a cupboard, and began to read.

“We have blueberry, raspberry, ginseng, sleepy time, green tea, green tea with lemon, green tea with lemon and honey, liver disaster, ginger with honey, ginger without honey, vanilla almond, white truffle, blueberry chamomile, vanilla walnut, constant comment and... earl grey.”

Storm raised an eyebrow in humor. “Did you make some of those up?” Spitfire grinned and giggled.

“Think I'll have Sleepy-time.” She said.

“Sounds good.” Storm agreed.

Within minutes, two cups full of steaming tea were on the table. Spitfire tilted her head in concern. Storm was still shivering.

“I'll go get you a blanket.”

Spitfire left the room, and Storm tried to relax, but to no avail. He could still feel her presence. Storm felt something for Spitfire. But it couldn't be... he remembered her eyes back on the race track. He knew he was attracted to her. Of course, acting on it was just silly. She wouldn't want anything to do with him. Why would she? She was a high flyer, in the fast lane, and what was he? The newbie, a rookie. Yeah never gonna happen. Minutes passed, and Spitfire had still not returned.

‘Where was she?’

Standing up, he felt slightly nervous as he made his way through the apartment, searching for the Wonderbolt. He finally found her in her bedroom, where she was taking her top off. Storm gasped, giving away his position. Spitfire looked over her shoulder.

“Dude, I’m changing!” Spitfire said.

“Sorry!” Storm exclaimed. He covered his eyes with his hands, his wings shuffling against his back nervously, his silver tail almost tucked between his legs like a dog. “Sorry, I was just cold, and I didn't know where you had gone…”

“Shh.” She said. Her voice seemed to be getting closer. “There, does that help?”

Even through his T shirt, Storm could feel the warmth that begun to spread through his body.

“Mmm.” Storm groaned gratefully. “That's warm. What is that?” He asked. His interest now caught, he opened his eyes. He was inches from Spitfire's face, her lips close to his.

“Oh... Wow.” He said.

Spitfire closed the gap and kissed Storm tenderly on the lips. It was a hesitant kiss, like she wasn't sure what his reaction would be. In truth, she wasn't sure.

Storm stood, wide eyed. His dream girl just kissed him. ‘Pinch me, I'm dreaming.’ He stood transfixed to the spot. His mind was already made up.

Putting a hand behind her head and the other stroking her back and wings, he pulled her into another kiss. This one was more forceful, more passionate than the previous, and Spitfire took up the challenge with gusto. The two kissed passionately, for a while, toying with each others tastes and playing with the other's tails. Storm was curling Spitfire's around his fingers, he loved doing that. Eventually, Spitfire broke the kiss.

“Storm?”

“Yeah?”

Spitfire swallowed, than spoke her mind. Her sultry voice dripped with arousal. “Make love to me.”

Storm's eyes popped out of his head. “Are you serious?” He asked. He was hesitant. It was his first time, could he pull it off?

“Yes, Storm, I’m deadly serious.”

He toyed with the idea. Could he imagine himself making love to Spitfire, a girl pretty much all stallions wanted? Of course not. She was way out of his league. But on the flip side of the coin, she was offering, and chances like this don't come around everyday. It was now or never.

“Alright.”

Spitfire's eyes gleamed and she pulled him into yet another kiss. She then pulled his shirt over his head, rubbing her hands over his muscular chest. ‘Dear Celestia, he was built.’ Storm, however, was working on Spitfire's bra. He was having difficulty undoing the clasp.

“Dammit…” He muttered. Spitfire kissed him on the collarbone, being completely patient. She knew that this was likely Storm’s first time. This was expected.

Eventually, He undid her bra. He slid it from her shoulders delicately, stroking her soft, muscular arms as he did so, and tossed it aside. Spitfire worked her way down Storm's body, making sure to rub her breasts against him. Now he could see why all the other stallions had had their tongues hanging out their mouths. They were big. At least, what, a D? Easily. She reached his jeans, and without a seconds hesitation, she dropped them to the floor. His boxers still hung around his waist, but not for long. With another tug, they left his body as well.

Spitfire took a moment to look at Storm's cutie mark. It was a large gray storm cloud with an overlaying golden lightning bolt. Her eyes travelled over the cutie mark, and gleamed lustfully as they came to rest on his now fully erect cock. She was now on her knees. She grasped it with a gentle, but firm grip, causing him to gasp in pleasure. Storm groaned and closed his eyes as Spitfire began to stroke him with soft fingers. Leaning forward, she licked the tip, and his eyes shot open.

“Sweet Celestia…” Storm moaned. Taking his cock in her mouth, Spitfire began a bobbing motion with her head. Occasionally, she would swirl her tongue around Storm's shaft.

“S-Spitfire…” Storm managed to utter. He was breathless already, pleasure crashing over him like an ocean wave. He hadn't a clue what was happening, but if he was honest, he didn’t care. He just wanted more of... this.

Spitfire didn't want him to cum just yet. So she pulled her treat out of her mouth, before standing up and pressing herself against him. For a brief second, Storm stood completely still, enjoying the warmth of Spitfire's body against his, before he picked her up in his two strong arms.

Spitfire cried out in excitement and surprise and she felt her legs leave the floor. She wrapped her arms around Storm’s neck as he carried her towards her bed. He gently laid the wonderbolt down, before pushing himself on top of her. She nibbled his neck as he kissed gently down her jawline. Then, he slowly proceeded down her body. He kissed her collarbone, before planting a line of gentle kisses down the valley between her breasts, and down her stomach. He let his tongue sneak into her bellybutton and she squeaked in surprise. Smirking, he stopped when he got to her jeans.

He looked up at Spitfire, whose breathing had become significantly harder. She stared into the green eyes that had started all this and nodded at him. That was all he needed. He made to undo her jeans, but his hands were shaking too badly. Spitfire could feel the shaking of his hands. She sat up.

“Storm, are you alright?” She asked, still breathing hard. The naked form of Storm nodded, not looking at her.

“Excited.” He said. She grinned.

Storm finally undid her jeans and slid the fly down. If Spitfire had anymore doubts, she was not going to be able to voice them. Storm pulled her into another passionate kiss, before standing Spitfire up and removing her jeans. He looked at the orange panties.

“Hold on…” More curious than horny now, he dropped to his knees. He smiled as he saw a familiar logo on the front.

“The Wonderbolts logo?” He asked.

“What? I thought I might as well have a couple of pairs of the thing I was advertising.” Spitfire grinned. In fact, Storn remembered her advertisement. His friend's reaction had been the funniest. He shook his head. ‘Focus...’

Storm ran his hands up Spitfire’s smooth legs with a feather light touch. She gasped as his hands approached her crotch. She felt like there was a small fire erupting down there, and as Storm snaked her panties from her body, the fire increased in temperature. Spitfire felt a blush begin in her cheeks as her wetness developed.

Storm noticed none of this. However He was too busy looking at her dripping wet womanhood. And In truth, he was a little unsure of what to do. He reached out and stroked it, Spitfire’s juices rubbing onto his fingers. Spitfire gave an answering moan of ecstasy, and Storm knew that what he was doing was right. He increased his rubbing, Spitfire's moans increasing in volume. Suddenly, he got another idea. He slipped a finger inside of the Wonderbolt, who gasped in surprise. Gently, he rested his hand on her stomach and pushed Spitfire backwards. Spitfire quickly extended her wings so when she hit the bed, she was comfortable. Her tail wrapped itself around her leg as Storm leaned forward. He gave Spitfire a gentle lick. She shuddered under the rough feeling of his tongue.

“S-Storm, m-more…”

Storm smirked slightly, impressed with himself. How he was pulling this off, he didn't know. But what he did know, was that Spitfire tasted amazing. He quickly pushed his face a little closer to her pussy, licking with all the force he could muster. Spitfire lay on the bed, playing with her nipples in an attempt to get even more pleasure. After a few minutes, Spitfire was having to bite on her lip in order to stop from screaming out, but Storm was slowing down. Eventually, he stopped and pulled away. His tongue was numb, and it hurt slightly. Spitfire quickly sat up, her breathing now so heavy it sounded like she had just flown a marathon, and sat on top of Storm. He had also flattened his wings as he lay down, but his tail was laying at his side.

While sitting atop Storm, she grinned. If this was Storm's first time, which she was quite certain it was, then she was going to make this memorable. She reached backwards and grabbed his hard shaft, and while holding it upright, she slid her hot, wet core over him. Both moaned.

Spitfire moved her hips up and down, sighing as she did so, her tail swishing around her with each bounce, brushing His legs. The pleasure was hitting her hard. It was like running repeatedly into a brick wall, trying to break it down. Storm, however, had his eyes closed. His legs felt like jelly, and he was beginning to sweat. Groaning and moaning, he opened his eyes, and just watched Spitfire bounce atop him. He felt lucky. Of course, he had every right too. He placed his hands on her hips, where her cutie mark was. He stroked her, up and down, feeling her soft, athletic body.

Spitfire was beginning to tire, which didn't happen often, but that was just in her hips. She moved the bouncing movement from her hips to her legs, which made her bouncing much more forceful. Storm spoke just one word. It was all he needed to say, and it was all she needed to hear.

“Spitfire…”

Spitfire bounced as hard as she could, pressure building in her womanhood. She could feel her blush now, burning bright and hot on her cheeks. Storm could feel the pressure as well. He moved his roaming hands to Spitfire’s breasts, before firmly grabbing them and playing with them. Spitfire felt the pressure, more and more.

She could hold it no longer. Nothing else mattered to her right now. It was only her, and Storm. Storm was the only name that mattered to her anymore. So she screamed it.

“STORM!” Spitfire's scream finished him off.

“OH FUCK, SPITFIRE!”

The two came together, Storm’s seed flowing thick and fast into Spitfire, while Spitfire’s cum soaked his balls. Spitfire collapsed forward onto him, her hair wilting and sticking to her face. Their bodies stuck to one another. Storm whispered into Spitfire's ear.

“I love you.”

Spitfire giggled as she rolled off him, pulling his cock out of her. She groaned at the loss of fullness and laid next to him.

“I love you too.” She said, nuzzling herself into his neck.

-----The Next Morning-----

Storm's eyes snapped open. Celestia, did her feel tired. In fact, he did not remember a time when he had ever felt this tired. He shifted his head a little, and felt a warm object move slightly.

He looked beside him, where the gorgeous Spitfire slept. Carefully, he disengaged his arm and wing from beneath her body, and pulled himself up.

‘I just fucked Spitfire. I just fucked the most desirable girl this side of Canterlot. Ha ha! Eat a dick Shining Armor!’ Feeling elated Storm wanted a shower, but had no idea what he was to wear. But then he remembered, he had his Wonderbolt jumpsuit.

Carefully, he walked through Spitfire’s apartment, grabbing his backpack and walking into her bathroom. It took him a couple of attempts to find it, but once he did, he quickly started the water and ducked beneath it. He scrubbed himself thoroughly, running wet and soapy fingers through his sweat, matted mane. All of a sudden, the shower curtain slid back, revealing a naked Spitfire.

“Hey you.” She said, pressing her body up against his in order to get some of the water.

“Hey you too.” Storm said smiling.

“Sleep well?”

“Better than I have in ages.”

The two nuzzled each other before washing one another. Soap and water ended up everywhere. The two stepped out of the shower, and Storm quickly dressed into his new Wonderbolt jumpsuit. It was the very thing he had dreamed about for years, and it was finally his. He looked himself up and down.

“Do I look OK?” He asked Spitfire, holding his arms out wide.

“Of cou…” She stuttered. She looked him over a hungry look in her eyes. She grinned wickedly “If I didn't know any better I’d say you were tempting me.”

“Maybe.” Storm replies with a sly grin. She giggles and just shakes her head at him.

Storm looked at Spitfire, who was now in her own jumpsuit. She really was the epitome of beauty. The one downside to his suite however was that if he wore underwear it would chafe horribly and that didn't sit too well with him. Spitfire grabbed her house key and headed for the door. Storm looked on in disbelief.

“Are you not tired?” Spitfire shrugged.

“A little, no thanks to last nights activities, I really needed that though. I think you’ll make a great Wonderbolt, and an even better colt-friend.”

“Colt-friend?” Storm spluttered. “Are you serious?”

She grinned at him. “Why wouldn't I be?”

She then walked out the door, leaving it open for Storm to follow. Quickly sliding on his sneakers, he followed her out the door, smiling as he did so.

Life didn't get any better than this.

Author's Note

This my First MLP Story so I accept all forms of reviews and criticisms. I just re-edited this and damn...I really need to remake this.