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Stay Classy Everypony - CobaltDrake

A New Wonderbolt (Revision)

Storm Chaser gazed upon himself in the mirror of the stallion’s locker room trying, despite himself, not to dwell on the possibilities of what would happen should he fail the upcoming task. He sighed.

‘Four months… I’ve been at this for FOUR months, I can- no, I WILL not blow this now.’ Storm thought. For almost half a year, he had been training, having entered into the new selection program being used by the Wonderbolts. He had been one of two-hundred and fifty candidates for the new process, implemented by Princess Celestia, herself. The rules had been simple: Use teamwork, show leadership potential, and be the last one standing at the end of it all. However, there was just one more test remaining.

But he had no idea what to expect from it.

Storm had pushed himself, worked himself to new physical and mental heights that he’d never thought were possible. He looked himself up and down in the mirror once more: His muscles were honed and more defined, especially in the tight-fitting training uniform he was required to wear. He fanned his wings out and gave them a few flaps; they were powerful and well-kept, with not a feather out of place. Over these last four months, he’d proven that he had what it took. He’d surpassed all of his fellow teammates by leaps and bounds. ‘So if everything that the Wonderbolts could cover had been covered then… What more do they want out of me?’

Storm sighed irritatedly as he made his way to a nearby bench and sat down. He flicked his long, silver mane out of his face and bit his bottom lip. He often adopted this pose when he was deep in thought, though right now, he was nervous; very nervous. What was even more nerve-wracking was that he had no idea what the test actually was. ‘If I break it down though, it has to be some kind of competition; everything else so far has been, so why cut the trend now?’

Storm put his face in his hands and breathed deeply, shaking off his anxiety. He’d been trained by all the Wonderbolts: Spitfire, Soarin’, Fleetfoot, and the others. Everything they’d done for him, he’d taken in stride all the way through. Recalling what he’d been through so far, Storm realised that he was ready for whatever this may be. There was no way in all of Luna’s glorious sky that he was going to train for four months and lose it all now; he was much too stubborn for that.

A knock came from the door to the locker room and Storm’s head jolted up.

“Door’s open.” Storm called out.

The door opened and in walked Captain Spitfire. The official Wonderbolts’ flightsuit was pulled tight over her glorious body, the blue clashing magnificently with her orange fur. Her goggles rested on her forehead below her fiery mane, but the expression she wore though wasn't the usual cocky smile Storm had seen time and again. She looked anxious, and that made Storm worry.

“I know this is the stallion’s locker room, but I had to make sure you were okay.” Spitfire placed her hands on her hips.

Over the last four months Spitfire had gotten rather attached to Storm Chaser. He wasn’t like the majority of the other stallions that had joined the program just so they could hit on her or one of the other members of the Wonderbolts, no, he genuinely wanted to be a Wonderbolt and it certainly showed. His performance had been exemplary, he had given it his all in every training session and took any punishments and losses with dignity. He was respectful, but had a sense of humor, and was shy and sort of introverted but that had diminished significantly over their time together. But like her, he had an insatiable thirst for winning.

She looked him over: He was wearing his training flightsuit, and she knew his name was stitched onto the back in black letters. Every candidate had received one, and for the most part, they seemed rather tacky, but he made it look good. The blue uniform mixed wonderfully with his charcoal grey fur, his silver mane was out of his face, his tail hung over the other side of the bench, and a pair of golden goggles rested around his neck.

‘He looks like a real stallion now.’ Spitfire thought.

Not that he hadn’t been a real stallion before; he had been of legal age when he had first arrived, but then it was different. There was something missing then, something that he had now but she just couldn’t quite place it. His green eyes met hers and she felt butterflies suddenly rise in her stomach.

Storm had been too taken in by Spitfire’s appearance to answer her immediately. He looked her over again and again and then without thinking he caught her gaze. Seeing her expression change to faint curiosity reminded him that he’d been asked a question by her that he had yet to answer. Standing up quickly, he locked his arms to his sides.

“I-I’m fine ma’am.” Storm stammered out, his eyes now looking at anything but her.

“Storm, please, we’ve been over this a dozen times. When it’s just you and me you can call me Spitfire, alright? Seriously, I hate when everyone is so formal all the time.” Spitfire replied, crossing her arms over her chest. Storm relaxed and nodded. “How you holding up, big guy? I’m going to need you down at the field in a few minutes.” Spitfire looked at him worriedly. Storm sighed.

“I’m fine Spit, really. It’s just that I can’t make heads or tails of what this last test could really be, is all. I’ve been working for months and I know my limits so I’m not scared anymore.” Storm paused to collect his thoughts. “What I meant to say was that I’m not scared of this test, but I’m scared of what I will lose if I fail.” He looked at Spitfire intently now, she bit her lip and looked away.

“You’ll do fine, Storm, I’m sure of it. You’re one of the best recruits we’ve ever trained and I'm damned proud of you. I know you always do, but give it your all today because you’re going to need it.” Storm face hardened and he nodded. “Come down to the field in a few minutes, I’ll be waiting for you.” She turned around, her tail whipping out of sight as she walked away.

Spitfire closed the door behind her and took a deep breath. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. She felt horrible; after training Storm for so long, after watching him become a real Wonderbolt, this final test was very unfair. She’d realised what the thing he had been missing was, and now she felt all the worse for wear knowing that she could possibly be the one to take it all away from him, to end it all. She opened her eyes and set her jaw, she had a job to do.

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

“Welcome, mares and gentlecolts, for joining us on this beautiful winter day, to the final examination for the candidate of the Wonderbolts’ first ever recruitment selection! Now put your hands together foooorrrrr The Wonderbooooolts!”

There was an explosion of stars as the Wonderbolts flew out of a tunnel at the stadium’s ground-level. All of them remained in formation, with trails of clouds and lightning following in their wake, save for the single trail of fire that followed the center mare. They broke apart into six different lines and flew up higher and higher. They spelled out a large W.B in the air and rocketed back down to the ground in a steep dive. They all pulled up sharply and five of the six raced towards the sidelines of the field of clouds, while one streak of fire ended in the middle of a 400 meter stretch of track. There were several obstacles and hurdles scattered about the track. The announcer’s booming voice quickly broke the crowd out of the revelry at the Wonderbolts’ brief show.

“And now, please put your hands together for the final candidate himself, from this great city of Cloudsdale, welcome, Storm Chaser!”

The crowd erupted into cheers. ‘Well here we go, no backing out now.’ Storm thought to himself. Giving his wings a powerful heave, he took off into the cold, winter air. He did a quick lap of the entire stadium, secretly enjoying the attention, he did a few tricks, and the crowd roared its approval. He saw that the other two-hundred and forty-nine candidates were sitting in a special part of the stands. His old teammates cheered and waved at him as he flew past. He also noticed that the rest of the crowd were either diehard fans of the Wonderbolts, or citizens of Cloudsdale who had come to watch. Storm finished his lap and flew down to meet Spitfire at the center. He gave her a brief nod, which she returned. The announcer continued.

“Now, if Storm can complete this final test then he’ll become an official Wonderbolt!” The crowd cheered again, but Storm didn’t feel as sure as he had been earlier. There was something off about Spit's look. “For the final test, he must beat the Captain of the Wonderbolts in a one-on-one race!”

“What!?” Storm yelled in disbelief, turning to Spitfire. She had the decency to look away from him. “I don’t stand a chance against you; whenever we’ve raced in the past you’ve beaten me every time.” Storm’s wings drooped down, having lost their excitement only seconds ago.

Spitfire turned to him, and grasped his chin to make sure he was looking straight at her. He was taller than her, so she had to look up into the green eyes that she'd become so familiar with, though the urge to turn away was not lost on her. “Storm, listen to me, me and everyone else has been training you for the last four months. I know that you can do whatever you put your mind to, now prove to me, prove to me RIGHT NOW that I haven’t wasted my time for the last four months.” She punctuated her sentence by jabbing a finger into his chest before letting go of his chin, his sweat having gathered in her palm before falling off her hand completely.

Storm was still unsure, her orange eyes seemed to embolden him however, and he nodded to her. He walked towards the starting line, with Spitfire following behind him where they both began some quick stretches.

Storm was mulling over his chances in his head, and he didn’t like them one bit. They weren’t very high, and considering the fact that Spitfire was insanely fast didn’t help either. But one thing did come to mind: Despite her overall speed, her starts were slow. It wasn't much but he was willing to use any advantage he could get at this point. After all the training he knew how she flew, and now he knew that if he was going to stand any chance against her, he had to get off that line with everything he had. Storm hooked a neutral expression onto his face as he stepped into his lane.

“Take your positions!” The announcer said.

A stallion wearing a referee uniform and holding a checkered flag stepped up to the edge of the track. Storm took one last moment to throw a look over at Spitfire. She wasn’t looking at him, she seemed lost in her own thoughts. He pulled his goggles up and slid them over his eyes, then bent over and placed his feet in the starting blocks. He tensed his legs, all he could see now was the track. He was ready.

Next to him, Spitfire had done the same. Her breasts drooped ever so slightly as she bent over and placed her feet into her starting blocks, her ass sticking out in her flightsuit. She heard the wolf-whistles from some of the stallions in the crowd, and she closed her eyes in disgust and as a means of helping her focus. It was time to race, and friend or not she wouldn’t let Storm win without a fight. He could win, that much she was sure, but as her competitive edge creeped back into her, she grinned. She was ready.

The referee raised his flag. “On your marks!”

Storm closed his eyes, muscles tense and waiting.

“Get set!”

He felt his heart beat faster, sweet adrenaline flooded his whole body, his eyes snapped open.

“GO!” The flag came down.

Storm pushed off the block with just his legs, keeping his wings straight back. Unlike Spitfire, he prefered his wings back during takeoff so as to avoid any wind resistance. His speed was astonishing and like a lightning bolt he was out of the gate in the lead. For now.

Storm maintained his lead for a while, once he took to the sky however the story changed. His start had been great but Spitfire was proving to him just how she got to be the Captain. The obstacles proved easy for her, and she did it all without wasting any unnecessary energy. She’d also caught up to him rather quickly; he could hear her wings beating against the wind right behind him. He banked hard right and flew through the final hoop, after which it was a steep dive and a straightaway to the finish. Spitfire drew level with him and together they dived. Both of their wings were straight back, the sound of the crowd drowned out by the roar of the wind as it pressed against their goggles.

Storm heard Spitfire open her wings to slow down in preparation of getting out of the dive. Storm kept going, not hearing her gasp of alarm as he flew past her. Just feet from the ground, Storm beat his wings and leveled out. That kind of maneuver was dangerous due to the incredible speed that was being utilized, but it was about to pay off. Storm rocketed ahead with nothing but a short quarter-mile stretch being left as he was leading. For a brief moment he considered looking over his shoulder at Spitfire but decided against it.

‘Best not to give her any advantage.’ He thought to himself.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw that Spitfire was slowly gaining on him, Storm gritted his teeth and flapped his wings as hard as he could. “COME ON!” He yelled at himself, as he saw orange out of the corner of his left eye. He remembered her eyes when she had told him to prove himself, she believed in him. ‘So why shouldn’t I believe in myself?’ He threw everything he had left into his wings, never noticing the orange blur fall behind him.

“IT’S STORM CHASER! Mares and gentlecolts, Storm Chaser has won!” The announcer’s voice barely registered in Storm’s head before he was dogpiled by the entire Wonderbolts crew.

“Well done, Storm!”

“Yeah, congrats Storm, I knew you could do it!” Fleetfoot pulled him into a large hug.

“Good on ya’ man, Spit’s gonna to be so stoked!” Soarin’ said and threw an arm around him.

Storm was pulled out of Soarin’’s death grip by someone else with an abundance of force, and next thing Storm knew his head was buried in soft, orange cleavage.

“Well done, Storm! I knew you could do it.” Spitfire’s melodious voice rang through Storm’s ears. Her hug lasted a good long while, not that Storm was complaining. She finally let him go, and he straightened up and adjusted his flightsuit.

“Thanks Spitfire, guess I shouldn’t ever second-guess myself, huh?” Storm said, smiling sheepishly. Spitfire nodded, but she was too lost in his green eyes to say anything else. As the rest of the Wonderbolts moved off the field, returning to where they’d been for the duration of the race, Storm Chaser and Spitfire remained in place for a few moments just looking at each other, but to them it felt like hours. Spitfire could feel a knot in her stomach as she thought about him, something she’d never felt before.

‘I wonder…’

Spitfire’s train of thought was interrupted however, by the announcer pony swooping down and handing her a microphone and a small package. “Here you go captain, congrats on the new member.” He turned to face Storm and offered his hand. “Congratulations on your victory Storm Chaser, the Wonderbolts are lucky to have you.” Spitfire smiled and Storm took the offered hand and shook it.

“Thank you.” Storm answered. The announcer smiled and stepped back so as to give them some space. Spitfire looked up at Storm again, and he smiled roguishly. “Shall we, Captain?” He asked. Spitfire just smiled and shook her head, before pulling the microphone up to her lips.

“Mares and Gentlecolts of Cloudsdale, it is my great honor to welcome a new member to the Wonderbolts. Storm Chaser, you have shown talent, determination, leadership, and a flair that only a few pegasi are capable of having. You are the next Wonderbolt, and for that I present you with this; you’re own Wonderbolt flightsuit.” Spitfire finished by giving the package to Storm Chaser. As soon as he grabbed it the stadium exploded with noise. The applause lasted a few moments before Storm remembered something. He lowered his voice and whispered to Spitfire.

“I thought you hated it when everyone got formal.” Spitfire just laughed in response.

“Shush, you.”

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

Storm pulled a clean t-shirt over his head as he finished changing. He was out of his training suit, and after a very quick shower, was back in some normal clothes. Black jeans, blue shirt, and a pair of boots. Simple, he had always dressed simple, it’s just how he is. After packing the rest of his things up and making sure to put the lock back onto his wall locker, he threw his dufflebag over his shoulder and made his way to the door. As he opened it, he came face to face with Soarin’.

“Hey man!” He shouted, just inches away from Storm’s face. Storm took a few steps back before answering.

“Hi, Soarin’, did you need me for something?”

“Fancy coming to the bar with us to celebrate? Any drinks you want are on us.”

Storm mulled it over for a moment. It sounded tempting, it’s not every day one gets offered free drinks, let alone having the Wonderbolts handle their tab, but he was exhausted. Storm sighed as he came to a conclusion: He didn’t want to let Soarin’ down, but he really didn't want to go out. Most social gatherings made him feel out of place, and he knew he wouldn’t have that good of a time. Storm figured that his attitude could change someday, but for now he just wanted to relax and wind down. He quickly looked around, searching for a way out. He saw his means of escape, in the form of Spitfire wrapping a scarf around her neck while walking briskly towards the exit.

“Uhh, sorry Soarin’, as tempting as that sounds, Spitfire wanted to talk to me about something. How about another time?”

Soarin’s face fell a little, but he nodded. “Sure buddy, I got ya. Don’t get Spit angry or anything, alright?”

Storm nodded and quickly made his way over to Spitfire. “Hey, Spit, wait up!”

Spitfire turned to him. She was dressed in a thick winter coat and scarf, with skin-tight jeans and winter boots. She smiled at him as he approached, her tail flowing behind her and her wings flapping slightly as she looked at him.

As Storm caught up to her, she spoke. “Hey, big guy. I know you must be tired after all that happened today, but how about coming over to my place for a quiet drink? I know you aren’t used to big crowds yet.”

“Yeah, that would be great Spit, Soarin’ asked but I just wasn’t feeling it.” Storm said as they walked outside. He shivered, and realized he didn't have a jacket with him. ‘It’s the middle of December! What was I thinking this morning!?’

Spitfire saw him shiver and picked up the pace a little so as to get to her apartment sooner. Mercifully, the walk didn't seem far, but Storm still felt the need to speak his mind.

“Why don’t you just fly home, Spit?” Storm asked.

“I don’t know, I just like the simplicity of walking back home ya’ know? It’s a nice break from the daily routine, plus my wings are tired after work.” Spitfire smiled.

Storm nodded. “Seems legit, just wish it wasn't so cold.” He gripped his arms and shivered.

“Why don’t you have a coat?”

“I… ugh, k-kind of forgot this morning.” Storm admitted, smiling sheepishly at her in the process. She just rolled her eyes.

Spitfire and Storm continued walking, though as they made their way to Spitfire’s apartment, she would watch him curiously, silently wondering why she still had that knot in her stomach. ‘I know I like Storm, he’s a great guy, but can I really be falling for him?’ With every glance, she was becoming more and more certain that she really had fallen for Storm, and as they got closer to their destination, a small plan began to form in her head.

When they finally reached her apartment, she quickly opened the door, stepping in and allowing Storm to follow her inside before closing the door behind them. She immediately switched on the heater and stripped off her scarf and jacket, leaving her boots by the door. Storm watched as she did so, and like her, left his boots and dufflebag at the door. Under her jacket, she wore a long-sleeved white shirt. Storm could see the blue bra she was wearing through the fabric, but he decided to keep that information to himself as he took a seat at her kitchen table. He shivered again, an act which did not go unnoticed by Spitfire.

“Want some tea?”

“Umm, sure.”

“Any preferences?” She quirked an eyebrow at him.

“There’s more than one kind of tea?” Storm’s voice was skeptical.

Spitfire opened a cupboard and began to read. “Let’s see, 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.” She finished, smiling at him.

Storm raised an eyebrow. “Did you make some of those up?”

Spitfire giggled. “I think I’ll have sleepy time, you?” She said.

“Sounds good to me.”

Within minutes, two piping-hot cups of tea were on the table. They were far too hot to drink, so Storm kept his hands around the cup in hopes of thawing his fingers out. Spitfire looked on, concerned as she watched him shiver again.

“I’ll go get you a blanket, Storm.”

Before Storm could protest, Spitfire had already left the kitchen. His mind tried to wander, but it kept coming back to her, and for good reason; she was a gorgeous bombshell of a mare, and ever since her photo shoot for Playcolt magazine, she had been the cause of wet dreams and fantasies for many a stallion all over Equestria. Yet as he sat there alone, shivering and nursing a hot cup of tea, he knew that if it came down to him ever acting on how he felt, he could probably label his chances as ‘non-existent’. ‘She wouldn't want anything to do with me; why would she? She’s a high flyer in the fast lane, a model, and Captain of the Wonderbolts. What am I? ‘Newbie’ and ‘rookie’ come to mind first, so yeah… definitely not gonna happen.’

He remained in his rather depressing thoughts for a few minutes more, before realising that she hadn’t returned yet. Standing up, he felt slightly nervous as he made his way through the apartment, curiously searching for the captain. Moving to a small hallway, he heard sounds coming from one of the rooms, and moved to peer through a crack made by the door, which had been left slightly open. Given the surrounding decor, he assumed the sounds were coming from what looked to be her bedroom. Shifting his gaze to look to the other side of the room, Spitfire came into view. She was in the process of removing her shirt, which caused Storm to gasp in surprise, giving away his position in the process, as Spitfire looked over her shoulder at him.

“Dude, I’m changing.” Spitfire remarked, annoyed.

“Sorry!” Storm exclaimed and covered his eyes. His wings shuffled nervously against his back, and his tail seemed to almost tuck itself between his legs like that of a dog. “Sorry Spit, I was just cold and I didn’t know where you went so I thought I’d look around for you-” He was cut off as a finger met his lips.

“Shhh.” She hushed. Her voice had gotten closer. “It’s okay, Storm. Is this better?”

Something very warm and soft pressed up against his chest, and he immediately began to feel the chill go away, as the warmth spread through his entire body.

“Mmmm.” Storm groaned gratefully. “That feels nice, what is it?” He asked. His curiosity piqued, he opened his eyes. Spitfire was mere centimeters from his face, and Storm didn’t need to look down to be able to tell that she was topless; he could feel it. Her cheeks were flushed and her nose brushed his for a moment. Her warm breath fell over his face. “Oh, wow.” Was all Storm could say.

With half-lidded eyes, Spitfire closed the small gap between them, and gently pressed her lips to his. It was a hesitant kiss, almost as if she was unsure how he would react to such a thing. From the lack of reaction she was receiving from him, she couldn’t help but feel that her worst fears were being realized.

Storm’s eyes widened for a moment. ‘This is really happening, she’s kissing me and if I don’t do something now, then I’m going to blow it.’ He made up his mind.

Just as she was about to pull away, Storm placed a hand behind her back, pulling her back into him. As he kissed her back, she could feel that it was more forceful, more passionate than her own kiss had been, but she took up his challenge with gusto. They stayed locked together for what felt like hours, hands roaming over each other’s bodies and each enjoying the way the other tasted. Spitfire’s hands traced down the plane of Storm’s well-developed chest until she slipped under his waistband and grabbed his member. Storm had been curling Spitfire’s tail around his fingers, but as soon as she grasped him, he jumped a bit and looked down. Spitfire looked back up at him, a sly grin on her face.

“Storm?”

“Yeah?” His voice was deep and husky.

Spitfire swallowed. ‘There’s no going back now.’ Her voice was dripping with lust, as she continued to rub him under his pants as she spoke her mind. “I want you, Storm, right now.”

Storm’s eyes widened with disbelief. Without thinking, he blurted out the first rational response that came to mind. “Are you serious? You want me?” He looked away from her quickly, far more nervous now than he had been earlier that day before the competition. ‘I’ve never had sex before, I don’t know if I could pull this off without embarrassing myself.’ He looked back down at her. Her hand was still slowly stroking him up and down, her half-lidded eyes locked with his.

“Yes, Storm, I’m serious. I wouldn’t want any other stallion.”

The compliment sailed completely over his head. ‘Could I imagine myself making love to one of the most amazing mares in Equestria? Of course not; she’s so far out of my league I can’t even see the stadium! But chances like this don’t come up often, plus she’s offering.’ It was now or never.

“Alright Spit, but I’ve never done th-”

Spitfire’s eyes gleamed, and she cut him off by pulling him down into another fierce kiss, her hand gripping his silvery mane for added effect. Wasting no more time, she broke the kiss and pulled his shirt over his head, taking care not to damage his wings through the swiftness of her pulling and taking a moment to rub her hands down his chest affectionately.

She looked back up at him. “I know you’re a virgin, but I don’t care. I’ll take good care of you Storm, I promise.” She bent back down and planted another kiss on his collarbone.

Storm was taken aback by her words, yet was touched by her thoughtfulness. His hand traced itself up her back and began to rub the sensitive flight muscles between her wings. He felt her breathing deepen, but before he could continue she pulled away from him and covered her hands over her chest, causing him to look at her questioningly in response.

“Hm? You wanna see, big guy? Well you’re going to have to move my hands yourself if you want these.” She paused and smiled slyly at him again, relishing in the stunned reaction on his face. “Of course, I would understand if you didn’t wa-”

Storm cut her off by kissing her fiercely and grabbing both of her wrists. He pulled her hands down, ending the kiss abruptly and pulling back from her as he looked down. He knew Spit was stacked, but this was crazy. She was at least a DD, easy. Before he could admire any further, she dropped down to her knees, careful to rub her breasts down his entire body as she did so. Upon reaching the floor, she grabbed his jeans, and without a second’s hesitation, she dropped them to the floor so that the only thing left were his boxers, poorly concealing his stiff member. Those didn’t last long either, as she threw the now-unneeded garment aside, leaving Storm completely naked.

Spitfire took a moment to look Storm over; she had to admit, she was impressed. Just rubbing it under his pants as she had been doing earlier hadn’t given her a clear definition of what he was packing, but she knew now that she would not be complaining later. Her gazed flicked over to his cutie mark; a simple grey storm cloud with a large bolt of lightning overlayed over the top of it. She turned her attention back to his fully erect cock, firmly, yet gently, grasping it. Storm gasped at the new sensation, he groaned and closed his eyes as Spitfire began to stroke him with her soft fingers. She leaned forward and placed a small kiss on his tip.

“Sweet Celestia.” Storm groaned. Everything was new to him and it was amazing. He wasn’t entirely sure what exactly was going on, but he honestly didn’t care, he just wanted more of it. Storm’s hand flew to the back of her head and gripped her mane as she took him into her mouth. He looked down and saw that Spitfire was looking right back up at him as she continued her motions. Storm nearly lost it right there, the image of her bobbing up and down his cock was something he wouldn’t soon forget. Spitfire kept at it for several minutes, even allowing him to force her down a little further each time. Storm eventually felt himself hit the back of her throat, relishing in the feeling of being held there. He looked down and saw her still looking up at him. Her nose pressed against his navel, she let out a large moan and he let her go. She pulled off of him with a wet slurping sound, and she breathed deeply all while continuing to stroke him with her hand as she took the moment to catch her breath.

“Damn, Storm, didn’t think you’d have it in ya to hold me down… I like that.” Giving his member a quick kiss, Spitfire slowly stood up and pressed herself against him. She kissed his neck, then brought her mouth up to his ear. She nibbled on his earlobe for a second before whispering. “I want you, Storm.” She felt him shiver as the words left her mouth, her voice low and oozing with lust. Spitfire cried out in excitement and surprise as her feet suddenly left the floor, her wings shooting out reflexively. Storm had picked her up bridal-style and carried her to her bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lightly kissed his collarbone.

Storm gently laid the buxom captain down onto her bed, before pushing himself up so he was on top of her. Bending down, he planted another kiss on her lips, before pausing for a moment, seemingly considering what to do with his newfound control. As a sly smirk formed on his face, he looked into Spitfire’s eyes, the smile on her face belaying her curiosity as he whispered to her. “Turn over.” Spitfire shivered in anticipation, eagerly complying with the request.

Raising himself so that Spitfire can turn around, Storm moves back slightly, positioning himself so that he was seated on her well-developed backside, her tail curled around his waist as he could hear her hum to herself in enjoyment. He moved his hands to the base of her spine and slowly worked his way up, applying pressure to her muscles as Spitfire let out several moans of approval. Moving up her back, he stopped upon hearing a gasp, having found the spot he had been eager to reach: The base of her wings. He teased them briefly before, and knew that returning to the same spot was a must if he wanted to truly give the captain all she could handle. Pushing down on the spot between her wings again, he listened to the small moans she let out as he rubbed her sensitive flight muscles. Roughly grinding his knuckle into the nerve-cluster between her wings, she let out a loud moan as her wings seemed to tense up, remaining in a state of being partially open, yet still closed. One of his hands moved out from the base, beginning to rub the delicate appendage as he made sure to listen to the sounds Spitfire was making in response.

She planted her face into the mattress, a futile effort in muffling her steady stream of moans as Storm moved to the other wing, caressing it gently. Soon enough, he noticed Spitfire rubbing her thighs together needily, her pants pushing her butt out tantalizingly, almost hypnotic in how beautiful it was. Sensing that it was about time to move on, he drove his knuckles back in between her wings, as Spitfire let out a scream of delight, grinding her legs together and grasping the mattress with her hands, threatening to tear the fabric of the bedding apart. Leaning in and applying more pressure, he kissed the base of her neck, providing a gentle lick upward as he heard her gasp before turning her head to look at him, her face flushed and her eyes watery. Lowering his head to her ear, he whispered again. “Turn back over.”

Lifting himself off of her again so that she could turn over, he swiftly bent down and locked lips with hers, her mouth almost begging to connect with his. Pushing off of her to break the kiss, he slowly made his way to her ear, returning her earlier favor by nibbling her earlobe and licking the sensitive area underneath, before trailing kisses slowly down her jawline. She gasped as his mouth reached her chest, as he slowly licked around her nipples, coating them with his warm saliva before chilling them by blowing on them. Sucking them momentarily to warm them back up, he gently ran his tongue down the valley between her breasts, down to her stomach. Spitfire squeaked in surprise as Storm snuck his tongue into her bellybutton for a moment, taking a moment to listen to her panting above him. Storm smirked, but stopped kissing when he got to the hem of her jeans.

He looked back at Spitfire, her breathing had gotten significantly harder. She stared into his green eyes, and nodded. That was all Storm needed, as his hands shakily made their way to the button on her jeans, but he was shaking too much to properly unbutton it. Feeling him shaking, she sat up, craning her neck to look at him.

“Are you okay, big guy?” Spitfire asked gently. The nude form of Storm Chaser just nodded.

“Excited.” he swiftly explained. Spitfire grinned.

Storm finally managed to rein in his self-control and unbutton her jeans, his eagerness returning as he lowered the accompanying zipper. Allowing her to lift her legs up, he slid her jeans off to reveal a pair of blue and yellow panties, though as he looked a little closer, he noticed something peculiar about them. Being more curious than horny for the moment, he slid down her body and came face to face with a very familiar logo. He glanced up at her and arched an eyebrow.

“Really, Spit?” Spitfire had enough decency to look embarrassed, covering her face with her hands for a moment as a means of hiding her blush, before removing her hands to properly lock eyes with Storm Chaser before explaining herself.

“What? I thought, “I might as well have a few pairs of the things I advertise every once in a while,” No big deal, right?” Spitfire grinned.

Storm remembered the advertisement she mentioned. With that memory, he also remembered his friend’s reaction to said advertisement, which had been hilarious. ‘Wait, I need to focus: Beautiful naked mare here waiting for me to rail her into the mattress… Yeah, focus.’

Spitfire felt Storm run his hands up her legs. It was a feather-light touch that tickled her as much as it aroused her. She gasped in anticipation as his hands drew near her crotch. It felt as if she had a fire erupting inside her, and as Storm delicately pulled her panties down, she felt that fire increase tenfold as her face became flushed and contorted with her desperate need to feel relief.

Storm was too busy peeling away her drenched “Wonderbolt” panties to notice any of this. He gazed at her dripping, wet marehood, but it was at this moment that he realized that he had absolutely no idea what to do. He raised his hand up and rubbed her outer lips, causing a low moan of satisfaction to be heard, and more importantly, to reassure him that he was on the right track, and knowing this, he continued. He pushed a finger into her, which caused Spitfire to jerk upright. Fighting the urge to instinctively retract his hand, Storm gently pressed his free hand onto her stomach, pushing her back down softly. Spitfire extended her wings so that she would be comfortable when she fell back onto the bed. Her tail wrapped around her own leg, seeking the nearest object to latch on to, and as Storm moved forward, he gave her a tentative lick. Spitfire shuddered as the feeling of his tongue passed over her, the pounding of her heart pumping enough blood to her wings that she could do nothing except leave them open.

“Storm, m-more…”

Storm couldn’t help but smirk at her words. growing rather impressed with himself at this point. ‘I seriously have no idea what I’m doing, but alright.’ He pushed his face a little closer to her beautiful pussy, the scent of arousal building around it like a fog as he continued his course of action, licking slowly around her and coming to rest on her clit. Storm gently bit down on it and sucked, Spitfire let out a loud moan and gripped his head tightly. Throwing caution to the wing, Storm dove in with reckless abandon, licking and sucking with all his might. Spitfire was a writhing mess of ecstasy as Storm relentlessly ate her out. One hand was pressed to the back of his head and the other was pinching and pulling at one of her nipples. Though her moans were music to Storm’s ears, he couldn’t keep it up at the rate he was going, and he pulled his head away. His tongue was numb, and his jaw was sore, but it didn’t stop him from smirking at her as she weakly lifted her head and looked at him. Spitfire’s breathing was erratic and she was sweating slightly, it looked as if she’d just flown to Canterlot and back. Despite seeming exhausted, Spitfire was quick to recover, and as soon as she caught a view his smirk, she sat up quickly and swiftly threw him down onto the mattress where she had just been mere seconds before. Spitfire hovered over him and smiled, Storm couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous at the sudden loss of control.

Seeing the look in his eyes, Spitfire bent down so that she was pressed against him. She kissed him softly for a moment, easing his concerns in the process, before reaching her hand back in between them, lining his shaft up with her pussy. Storm could feel the heat coming off her and he shuddered in anticipation. This was a first for him but if he knew Spitfire, then she would make this a night to remember. As soon as those thoughts passed through his head, Spitfire slid down onto him and took him to the hilt, the two moaning loudly together at the incredible sensation.

Not knowing Storm’s limits, Spitfire started sliding slowly up and down, her tail wrapping itself around Storm’s leg. One hand was pressed against his chest for balance, the other playing with one of her nipples again as she bounced on him. Storm looked up at her, content with just watching her bounce on his cock as he took in not only the physical sensations he was experiencing, but the unequivocal beauty of Spitfire on top of him. Believing he was probably the luckiest stallion in Equestria at the moment, he moved his hands up to her hips where her cutie mark was. He squeezed her ass possessively before slowly massaging her cutie marks, feeling her soft and athletic body moving on top of him, her muscles tensing and relaxing under his touch. Soon after, Spitfire was beginning to tire and was about to shift her position, when Storm moved first.

Storm pulled out, feeling the wetness against him as Spitfire rested with her breasts pressing into his chest. He sat up and laid Spitfire back down, looking down on her with concern. “Hey, Spit, you o-” Her response was immediate. Before he could finish, she reached up, pulling him back down towards her with her arms still clinging to his shoulders, nails digging into his back, and his cock entering her again. With more control, she could feel that his thrusts were much faster than before, and he could feel himself being squeezed inside of her.

Spitfire moaned more frequently now, her pitch becoming higher, her breathing more fevered. With that incentive, Storm thrusted hard again, sending an explosion coursing through them with each push. They were melting together, their ecstasy rising like steam from their moving bodies. Storm kissed Spitfire’s neck and exquisite pleasure rose from her mouth in sound as he pushed into her faster, harder, picking up in his speed, bucking and jumping, their hips crashing, ebbing and flowing like the tide, the feeling breaking onto the shores of their selves, eroding more and more the barriers that separated them. Spitfire couldn't take it anymore; the pleasure was too great to ignore any further, building far too much for her body to handle. Nothing else mattered right now except for Storm and her. Storm was the only thing that mattered to her, so she screamed it.

“Oh . . . Oh, Storm! . . . OHH!” Spitfire screamed out. Her pleasure reaching its crescendo as it reverberated off her bedroom walls. Wave after wave struck relentlessly and repeatedly, her back arching, body trembling, legs shaking, and wings painfully extended. A blast of blazingly hot ecstasy thrashing through her belly, her chest, her neck, and wracking her mind, threatening to tear her whole body apart.

Storm felt her, he felt her mind wrapped in pleasure, felt her inner body bucking wildly. He pushed forward with one great thrust and felt her tighten around him over and over, her body jumping and throbbing with wave after wave of an earth shattering orgasm. Storm couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he loved the feeling of her tight pussy spasming around him in the throes of her orgasm. Gritting his teeth, he groaned and pumped as deeply as he could, using all his strength to hilt himself inside her. His cum boiled up out of him as he threw back his head with a grunt, feeling every inch of her inner muscles as she milked him for all he was worth. It was an additional pleasure on top of all the rest to remind himself of exactly what he was doing; sexually satisfying and being satisfied by Captain Spitfire. Storm's mind went blank from the pleasure, his mind incapable of registering anything aside from the feeling of bliss his body was experiencing.

Spitfire and Storm remained still for a long time, their bodies occasionally producing involuntary tremblings as a result of aftershocks. Slowly, Storm Chaser began to become aware again, albeit piece by piece. He was back in Spitfire’s room. The overhead light had always been on, and the night still existed outside her bedroom window. Storm's muscles ached with exhaustion, and his abs burned, though no longer out of pleasure. His fur was coated with sticky sweat and his mane felt greasy. He was still panting wildly, as was Spitfire, who also felt wet all over, the orange tresses of her mane much darker now from their mingled sweat, and she was cooing softly.

“Spit,” Storm finally said through wheezing breaths. “Are you… okay?”

She didn’t speak for a while, though she was still breathing heavily. “... yes. Storm, yes.” She opened her eyes, taking a moment to adjust to the light now that her vision was no longer shielded by her eyelids.

Storm pulled himself upward, before pulling himself out of her, which caused Spitfire to groan at the loss. Their hard breathing had begun to normalize. He could still feel the formless heat resting where their hips were melded.

“That… w-was amazing,” Storm said.

“Best sex I've had, you sure you're a virgin, big guy?” Spitfire asked, a giggle escaping her throat.

“Yeah, well, I was a virgin, but you just changed that.” Storm replied, trying not to laugh at the incredulous expression on her face. Spitfire just rolled her eyes at him, watching as Storm laughed again before he reached down to pull the sheets over them. Spitfire spooned into his chest, cooing as he wrapped a protective arm around her before sleep took them both.

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

Storm’s eyes opened slowly. He was tired, in fact, he couldn't remember ever being this tired before. He shifted his head a little and felt something soft and warm move next to him. He looked over at the gorgeous form of a sleeping Spitfire. Carefully extracting his arm, which was starting to lose feeling, and his wing from underneath her body, he sat up and stretched.

The full implications of what had happened the previous night crashed down on him and a sense of euphoria overtook him. ‘I just fucked Spitfire, I just fucked the sexiest pegasus in Cloudsdale! Ha ha! Eat a dick, Shining Armor, she’s mine now.’ Still elated, Storm considered taking a shower, but he remembered that he didn’t have any clean clothes to change into, until he remembered his new Wonderbolts uniform.

Grabbing his bag he carefully made his way through Spitfire’s apartment to her bathroom. It took a few minutes to find it, but once he did he started the water and quickly ducked beneath it. The hot water felt amazing as he scrubbed himself vigorously, running wet and soapy fingers through his sweat-matted mane. He was taken aback as the shower curtain was pushed aside and Spitfire climbed into the shower behind him.

“Hey, you.” She said, careful to press her body as close to his as possible.

“Hey, you, too.” Storm replied, smiling.

“Sleep well?”

“I slept great but I’m still tired for some reason.” Storm turned around and ran his hands up her arms, gripping her chin gently before kissing her. “No thanks to you.” Storm said, smirking at her. Spitfire just laughed.

The two played with each other for a while, causing soap and water to coat many of the bathroom’s surfaces. They stepped out of the shower roughly forty minutes later, after the water had gone cold. Storm dressed quickly and looked himself over. The Wonderbolt flightsuit was everything he wanted it to be; the thing he wanted for so long was finally his. A familiar sense of euphoria coursed through him again as he turned around. Spitfire let out a whistle of appreciation.

“Do I look okay?” Storm asked, holding his arms out.

“Of cou…” Spitfire trailed off. She looked him over hungrily. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were tempting your superior officer, Storm Chaser.” Her eyebrow cocked up and a playful smile crossed her features.

“Maybe, you’re definitely a tease enough with your tight uniform.” Storm let out a low whistle, flashing her a sly grin. Spitfire giggled and shook her head at the stallion before her.

“Don’t give me any of that, Storm; I get that enough from the fans in the stands, I don't need any of that from you now or during practice.” She crossed her arms under her chest, making her breasts stretch her uniform to its limits.

“And yeah, alright, I see what you’re saying, but you do fill that uniform out pretty well.” Storm turned around again and looked at her. She really was the epitome of beauty: The way the early morning sunlight reflected off her fiery mane and flowing tail, the way her wings ruffled when she looked at him. The contrast of her Wonderbolts uniform over her fur, and the way the smooth material hugged her every curve. Storm couldn’t help but be grateful for the situation. He mused in his own thoughts until Spitfire broke the silence.

“Hey.” Storm looked up, seeing Spitfire walk a little closer to him, a smile of respect on her face. “You look like an official member of the Wonderbolts now, Storm.” The look she gave him made him feel slightly anxious, as the realization of his dreams having come true started to return to him.

“I would hope I look like an official member of the Wonderbolts, seeing as how I am one.” Storm feigned a hurt expression, receiving a playful jab to his shoulder for his efforts. He held in his laughter as he moved to the side so she could walk by.

“Ready to go, big guy? First day of practice, wouldn’t want you to be late now, would we?” Spitfire winked at him over her shoulder as she walked towards her door. Storm grinned.

“Of course I’m ready, unless you’re willing to go another round.” Storm caught up to her, grabbing her arm and spinning her around so that she was in his arms.

“Maybe I am. We’ll have to see later, won’t we?” Spitfire teased before giving him a light kiss. “Now let’s go.” She broke his grip and opened her door, leaving it for him to close. With a flurry of wings she was off into the sky.

Storm watched her for a second before slipping on his shoes and following her out the door, smiling as he did.