Rainbow Dash's Wonderbolts Initiation

The private hall at the Wonderbolt's training center was ringing with the sounds of celebration. The recruitment exams had finished and those selected to join were partying with the veterans. The hall rang with the excited cheers of all the ponies, mares and stallions alike, everyone still in their flightsuits simply because they were excited by the ability to wear them.

Among the newly inducted, and most excited of all, was Rainbow Dash. The Element of Loyalty had pushed hard for her place with the elite fliers and made it in at last. Her body was all a-tremble, and her smile almost bigger than Pinkie's own. The blue flightsuit clung beautifully to her long, lithe form, over the hard, trained muscles of her legs and the slimmer span of her arms, over the modest but pleasant swells of her bustline.

She socked back a cup of spiked punch and cast her giddy gaze across the dancing crowd, sweeping a hand through her rainbow mane and giving another squeal of delight. “Soooo awesome!”

“You're not gonna go into a fit of screaming and dancing again, are you?” Spitfire appeared at Dash's side, looking sedate and smiling with an easy mirth. “The first time was bad enough.”

Dash snapped to a salute and looked as serious as possible. “No, ma'am! I'm serious and on-point and ready for anything.”

Spitfire laughed and breezily returned the salute. “Stand down, Dash. You're one of us now. No need to be so formal when we're just having a party. Relax. This is your night. You can get loose and have fun.” She supped from a glass of punch and added, “Within reason.”

Dash relaxed and leaned back casually, grabbing up another cup of punch and taking a cool sip. “No problem, ma- I mean, Spitfire. I've waited for this my whole life. And this is the best night ever!”

Spitfire laughed again, shaking her head a little and drinking down her punch. “Go easy on this stuff. The guys just love to get it nice and strong. They're good guys but, you know, they're guys.”

Dash laughed in return and winked. “But that's what we like about them, right?”

Spitfire rolled her eyes and shook her head, though she kept on smiling. “Yea, yea... I've been around these guys for too long. I'm used to them.” She patted Dash on the shoulder before she walked off. “Try to avoid the temptation. Don't give them a chance to get on you. They won't leave you alone.”

“I can take care of myself,” Dash said casually, though perhaps with a bit of challenge in her and haughtiness in her voice, followed by another hi of her punch. Spitfire was right, it really was strong, and she was starting to really feel it.

The next thing Dash felt was a brush across her ass. There were a lot of bodies so it wasn't too unusual but it felt more like a hand than a tail or wings. The next touch was more of a grope, grabbing at her solid ass. Her gasp was lost in the sound of the music. Then a whisper crossed her ear, “You know that you want it. Everyone wants it. Just look around.”

“What? Who was that?” The voice had been familiar, but not really. “Look around..?” Dash looked, focusing outside of her own excited self-focus. She saw nothing at first, then a quick motion caught her notice. One of the female veterans was casually bent over, not looking behind her as one of the new male recruits, whose face was in shadows, was letting her ass have it, the hard whacks masked by the thump of bass and the loud screech of the music. Nearby, two other blue-clad figures, a mare and a stallion, their faces obscured, ground against one another. “Oh...”

Another grope over Dash's ass was followed by a rather insistent tug on her tail, directing her towards one of the side-rooms. “Come on... see what else is going on...”

Dash was slightly indignant about the tug to her tail but she followed the direction anyhow, slipping through the sea of gyrating bodies and hearing soft moans and laughs beneath the music's volume. She reached the door frame and quickly looked into the semi-darkened room.

Two more recruits were within, Lightning Dust and Snowflake, two more long-time hopefuls that had finally managed to make it. They were not still covered like all the rest of the folks in the main room. Both were bare, Lightning's long, bottom-heavy body was slowly writhing against Snowflake's bulky, muscle-bulging body. He was top-heavy, his broad shoulders flexing as he stroked eager hands over Lightning's big bottom. They made a fine pair.

After a grasping grope of Lightning's ass and a few rounds of pulling her cheeks open and pushing them together the two shared a hot, sloppy kiss. Both slid their hands up to slide along each other's backs, while the bulge and writhe of their cheeks showed the force and passion of their kisses, tongues quite eager.

Snowflake pulled back slightly and let his dick out into view. The large piece of off-white meat was sized right for a mare though it looked small on his body, given the tremendous bulk of his upper body. His testes suffered form the same problem of perfection. It did not appear to be a problem for Lightning, her hands were upon the white shaft with great eagerness and interest, jacking it from base to medial ring to mushroom-like tip. As well she was cupping and rolling his egg-like stones.

After smearing a coating of precum up and down Snowflake's length Lightning spread her wings and slowly rose off of her hooves, getting her wet and flushed entrance grinding against the broad crown of that erection. She slowed her flapping and let out a soft gasp, moaning as her weight allowed her to slide down the fat, white pole, while Snowflake just let out a guttural moan of delight. His hands came out to cup at Lightning's ass, and help ease her down the standing spire.

“Looks fun, doesn't it?” The mystery voice whispered to Dash, with more groping of her hind end. “Two recruits. But don't you want more. Some more... settled company?”

“Y-yea... maybe...” Dash was looking over Snowflake and Lightning going at it, the big stallion burying himself balls-deep in the squealing mare, his flexing arms pulling and pushing her up and down.

A slip of paper slid into Dash's hand, and another grope was felt on her ass. “Be ready...”

Dash checked the paper right away, finding it to be a short note that talked about four days of fun. If she was agreeable she should put up a sticker of her Cutie Mark on her door, with the Wonderbolt's symbol over it. At the end was the note, No Condoms. “No condoms...” Dash mused, looking at Lightning and Snowflake again. “No problem!”