Rainbow Dash's Wonderbolts Initiation

Rainbow Dash paced nervously around her barracks space, looking up at the clock over and over. It was well after light's out, which she assumed was the time when... whatever would happen would happen. She had done as told, placed a decal of the Wonderbolts' insignia over the decal of her Cutie Mark which marked her door. She had even made it easy for any arrivals by actually cleaning the place up and leaving the door unlocked. She was still in her flightsuit, though. She was still enormously proud that she was able to wear it.

During one of her pacing strolls she heard the door open slowly and then close quietly. She turned around to find that one of the long-time members of the squad, Wave Chill, was standing there. He was fully clad in his suit, and even had the goggles down. As ever he resembled nothing so much as a darker Soarin, though his physique was slightly trimmer. He gave a flex of an arm and grinned. “Somepony call for the best? That's what the Wonderbolts are.”

Dash was left gaping in surprise. She hadn't been sure what she had been expecting but certainly not one of the main team. Not one of the ones that had been there long enough for her to have gawked over his poster... and more. “W-wave Chill? You sent that note?”

“Note?” Wave asked, whipping off his goggles. “I didn't send a note. But I saw your door. That's the signal the squad arranged a while ago. It's subtle, and doesn't let the mares know what's going on. I decided to show up first.”

“First?” Dash looked behind Wave to the closed door, half expecting the whole squad to come bursting in.

“Yea. I'm here for the first night. It's usually one a night until you've had what you want,” Wave noted, slowly unzipping his suit, the yellow and light blue lycra parting to reveal the muscular slabs of his dark-steel-blue pecs and the standing solidity of his abs. The only thing he didn't show was his stallionhood, that still cupped in the blue-and-yellow standard lycra posing pouch.

“So all the guys are in on this?” Dash queried, unzipping her own suit and letting her cyan coat out into the low light. She had not bothered with anything under the tight attire. Her nipples had been tenting the material but were soon out in the cool air, tightening and standing slightly more erect. They capped her modest but round breasts, full to an extent but proper on her tightly-muscular frame. Her soft mare sex was revealed, lightly glistening in anticipation.

“Just the experienced ones,” Wave said casually, flexing and posing as he slipped off his suit. The way he was doing it, with ease and grace, it was clear he had done it more than a few times before. “We don't need blabbery recruits talking about stuff. Just us vets.”

The dampness between Dash's legs increased as she thought of that. The squad she had known, she had admired had... furiously masturbated to under the covers at night, looking at the 'wet feathers' poster she had taped to the ceiling. She finished stripping out of her suit with less panache and stood completely naked before Wave. “So... so how are we gonna do this? Wanna go out and fly and get to it?”

“Uhh, you know this is supposed to be a secret? Codes and messages and stuff, right?” Wave quirked a brow at Dash and shook his head. “So... why don't you just get down on your knees and peel this thing off with your teeth?”

Such a command would normally have infuriated the proud and cocky pegasus mare, but Dash was strangely excited by the command. In her slightly younger days she had imagined being asked to undress a Wonderbolt, fantasized about what kind of meaty male bulges they were carefully tucking and hiding in their uniforms. She slowly dropped to her knees and crawled to Wave's crotch, pressing her face in against the shimmering material, pressed intimately against the tube and bulges of his genitals. She planted a kiss on the slightly-musky piece of intimate uniform attire, and licked the waterproof surface.

“Yea... I know you newbies... you love this cock... you all love these veteran dicks. I've ridden a lot of new pussies...” Wave muttered thickly, between gritted teeth. His hand rested firmly on the back of Dash's head and pulled her securely against the thickening bulge running over his testes. He moved her head slowly over the pouch, and slowly flexed his muscles to move his crotch up and down, grinding the swelling organ against Dash's pretty face.

“Bucking perv...” Dash mumbled, mouth muffled by the lycra-covered schlong practically shoved into her mouth. She actively licked and sucked on the pouched-out bit of attire, finally breaking past the hold to get her mouth to the top of Wave's thong. She bit down on the edge and slowly pulled down on it. The first thing that she saw revealed was the darker cobalt blue of the very base of his cock. It was nicely sized, bigger than Snowflake's. Bigger than the (very) few others she had seen during her 'bad filly' days.

The peeling continued, slower, Dash savoring the slow revelation of one of the shafts she had dreamed of before. More and more dark cobalt blue stallion flesh passed her eyes, as well as the darker blue flesh of his sac, which was very nicely plump, potent and filled with the capacity to make lots and lots of semen. As she passed the bottom of Wave's sac her pulling continued, his flaccid organ still dangling, though slowly fattening and growing capable of standing up. “How's that, newbie?” Wave asked, smugly.

“Eh it's...” Dash was prepared to wave the monster member off as nothing special, as she had before when she was palling around with Gilda picking up strangers. But she couldn't bring herself to dismiss one of her own fantasies. She was legitimately impressed and he deserved to know. “It's so awesome!” She practically squealed, burying her face in Wave's crotch again, nosing around under the heavy piece of flesh at the joining of penis and sac. Her tongue slipped out and lapped at the smooth, bare flesh of the dark pouch. “So awesome!”

“Some things never change. Not just you new fliers but you. I remember you having that same expression and reaction every step of the process,” Wave laughed, ruffling Dash's mane and giving his stiffening spire a slow stroke. He quickly gave it a slap against his solid abdomen, the thing throbbing into full firmness. “Want a taste?”

“Gotta try before you buy,” Dash said with a wink, parroting some advice she had heard from the motivational speaker that had been through Ponyville. She leaned up, pushing her breasts together and shoving them up at the base of Wave's erection. She settled herself up snugly, using every last bit of her breastflesh she could muster to make it a comfortable hug. She massaged the soft globes around the pole and gave his fat, mushroom-shaped crown a kiss.

“I offer a money-back guarantee,” Wave said breathily, giving a soft chuckle and then a loud, long moan as the soft fur of Dash's breasts tickled and slid along his lightly-pulsing length. He let his arms hang at his sides and slowly arched his back, leaning back a bit to give Dash all the freedom and space she needed to work.

Dash jiggled her breasts, as much as that was possible, mostly it was her shaking her hands against her pressed-in tits and giving an extra-quick jerking. She still had a few tricks up her sleeve, even if it had been a while since the last time she got to use them. Her mouther came in and dropped a few kisses on the blue crown, tongue slipping out to gently swirl around the slightly-prominent cumslit set just down from the center.

The lick and flick of the cumslit was something that Dash knew usually got guys going, and she was rewarded for her efforts with a sudden squirt of precum that struck right against her forehead. She wiped away the splatter and wrapped her thin lips around the slight bulge of the slit that was pouring with the musky, salty fluid. A few suckles and licks and she got another shot, against the back of her throat.

Wave's moans were rumbling deep in his throat, almost gurgling as he fought the urge to drool. He was no virgin but most of the newbies were either too awed or inexperienced to be any good. For all her squealing and energetic bouncing Dash had skill. He let out a sudden, sharp cry of delight when he felt her thin-lipped mouth open and engulf the entirety of his fat-crowned tip, letting her soft, pink tongue swirl and wiggle around the edge and just under it.

There was a little victory fanfare playing in Dash's mind as she softly hummed, the vibration adding to the pleasure of her blowjob. She was doing it. She was not only sucking a real Wonderbolts veteran's length she was impressing him. He couldn't hide the heat of his excitement, the passion and delight in his panting and groaning.

His hands suddenly landed on her head, palms practically pressing down on her ears, fingers curling into her mane and pressing against the back of her head. He pulled her down sharply while giving a thrust, forcing down a good portion of fat, dark blue cock down her throat, forcing out a choked gurgle and making her writhe a bit.

Dash wasn't the sort to skip out on a challenge, no matter how surprising. She pushed down own head down, against Wave's grip, sucking and slurping lewdly, strands of drool escaping her imperfectly-closed lips, tongue slipping out now and again as she went for the depths. He was thicker than others she had sucked but he didn't care. She bobbed her head further and further, hands grabbing his hips solidly for support.

She reached the lowest point is short order, gurgling and gagging some as Wave's medial ring tickled just past the entrance of her throat. Had she been wearing lipstick she would have left the lewdest kiss mark possible around the very base of his organ. As it was it was enough to be there.

Dash pulled back in defiance of the hands on her head, letting out a tremendous gasp as tiny flecks of saliva flew about off of her mouth and off of the glistening rod. She softly panted, smiling a bit, while she licked the saliva from her lips. “How was that? Best you ever had, right?”

Wave had almost been forced to stagger back after the sucking had rather dramatically ended, surprised by the strength that had broken his hold and by the sheer pleasure of being entirely engulfed in such short order and with so much eager passion. “I'm not gonna lie, newbie... that was amazing. Never seen one of you go down so far so fast, especially after proving you know what you're doing. Have you got a sex tape out there or something?”

“I'd better not, or somepony's gonna lose their teeth,” Dash said with a grin. “Guess you're all ready to go. How do you want it? I'm so ready for this.”

Wave motioned to the bed and confidently climbed up onto it, letting his erection bob comically in front of him. He stood on one knee and one hoof. “Let's go at it like this. I'm a fan of the all-fours thing.”

“Wild. I like it,” Dash said cheerfully, leaping up to the bed and getting into position. Her front end went down, hands placed palm-down and sliding along the bed to rest beside her head while her strong, tight ass went up. She rested on her knees, bouncing her rear end bouncing a little as she rolled her hips forward and back.

She pushed back quickly, while Wave was admiring the curve and bouncing flex of her asscheeks, and caught his penis in between them. She pushed up on the bed and deftly managed to get her butt pressed to his abdomen, his meat trapped between the two of them. She started to bounce slowly, firmly hotdogging him. Her rear was firm thanks to her strong muscles but her smooth fur and the massaging motion of her active hindquarters made it a very enjoyable experience. “How do you like that? I learned it from a friend of mine. Sometimes she didn't think a guy was worth getting it on with. Thought you might like a little grind and polish.”

“Nnngh!” Wave planted his hands solidly on Dash's hips and pushed her forward, partially sliding her along the bed, partly getting her to move herself and let his organ free to bounce around in the air. A few spits of precum splattered onto the small of her back and the rounded curve of one cheek. “I didn't come all this way to unload outside.”

“Alright, slide on the rubber and-” Dash stopped herself, remembering the note. No condoms. She had been bold about accepting that but... she had never done it raw before. Rather than face an uncertainty and show weakness she reached between her legs with one hand, pressing her fingers against the flushed lips of her sex and spreading them wide, to show the deep pink of the flesh within, as well as the waiting passage within. “Come get some.”

“That's what I wanted. I knew you had the guts for this,” Wave said, moving a hand down to help guide his tip against the spread lips. “A lot of them just stop. They can't take it. But I knew you could.” He thrust forward, thick crown stretching the opening and moving a few inches down Dash's clutching passage. “Yea! Oh you can take it!”

Dash brought her hand back up by her head, both of them clutching at the sheets. Her head was turned to the side and her mouth was hanging slightly open. “Yea! You know I can take it, so give it to me!” She had been waiting for years, imagining what it would be like, her first genuine Wonderbolt screw. Even if she was one, it was still exciting. She could forget for a moment about being one of them. She was back at the old fantasy, an ordinary mare having an encounter with a star.

Eager as Wave was she could tell he wanted to savor it. It was a little flattering to think the experienced perv kept it cool and slow, enjoying the act of sliding into Dash's rolling, gripping passage. She pushed back, just as slowly, to meet the casual roll of his hip, taking inch after inch. Her passage was stretched slightly but not too much, though it was still more than she had had before. The length was comfortable, her ass meeting his hips while there was still room for good, solid thrusts.

Dash ground her rear against Wave's crotch, a wicked grin sitting on her face while her insides slowly rolled and squeezed down on his length. “Aw yea... check that one off the list. Got a Wonderbolt in me, and it is awesome!”

“I had... a feeling you might.... say that...” Wave chuckled softly, resting gently with his hands on Dash's butt, leaning his weight on it just a touch as he let his twitching length rest, caressed and cradled within her tight depths. He drew back hips hips a short way and gave an experimental thrust, letting his hips lightly impact Dash's backside. “Mm, solid. Still a little give. Every rear is different, and I like to know how hard I can go.”

“Hard as you can,” Dash said firmly, putting on a serious, stern face. She thought back to her old ways. She was completely unafraid of any impact, and could never be overpowered by any guy. Her bravado hid her uncertainty. This was a serious professional, with a lot of experience under his belt. She had it too, but... “Do it!”

Wave didn't need another invitation. He switched up his initial strategy, using the well-trained muscles of his hips to quickly yank out nearly half his length, then flexed the muscles of his ass and drove back down with a loud, meaty thump ringing out around the barracks room. He gave his hips a twist, almost seeming to stir his rod inside Dash. “Well? Still think you can take it?”

“Yea! Drop the hammer!” Dash relaxed a little, ass rising, head pressed firmly against the bed. That impact that been quite a bit smack, but all her exercise had left her tougher than ever, and her rear flesh was properly hard beneath the tiny layer of fat present over the two cheeks. She pulled forward and shoved back, thumping heavily against Wave's hips.

Wave wasn't about to be sassed by some newbie. This was his thing! Besides the stunt flying the thing he loved most was impressing mares. He took two slow, solid thrusts, spacing them a couple of seconds apart, making the room echo again. Then he launched a surprise, giving out a thundering serious of sharp, quick staccato impacts, at least a dozen smacks from his hips ringing off her butt.

Dash let out a sharp gasp, eyes going wide. The rapid fucking wasn't just running the ridged protuberances of medial ring and mushroom crown through her clutching insides, but the swinging balls were tapping out a syncopated beat right against her engorged and unhooded clit. Her quivering quim fairly oozed with her honey, splatters flicking round and spattering on the sheets.

Wave settled into a comfortable groove after his rapid fire go, smoothing and regularly sliding out and slamming back in, hips meeting hindquarters over and over again, joining with the squish and squelch of Dash' rolling, pulling sex around his pumping organ to create a lewd symphony of sexual satisfaction.

Though she tried to hold it back and in, Dash was about to win the only race she wanted to lose. Her breath hissed out between her grinding teeth, which also muffled and distorted the deep groans and worked their way out of her depths. Her body writhed and trembled under the steady, strong ramming she was taking, hands yanking at the sheets beside her head. After a few heavy huffs and a trembling that ran through her whole body she opened her mouth wide and let out a sharp cry of delight, a whine just edging into the sound as she released it.

The vocalization was accompanied by a physical response that could not be faked. Her passage clenched suddenly, squeezing down almost too tight over Wave's cock, a sudden flood of her silken juice cascading out to spatter audibly on the bed. Her whole body slumped slightly in the wake of her climax, breath softly panting out, with continued moans as Wave continued on towards his own peak.

The feel of Dash orgasming really moved Wave. It stroked his ego and stoked his fire, moving him to increase his tempo. Like the last leg of a race when it was time to give his all, he gave it, going up almost to the speed of his boastful burst of thrusts. The lewd squishing, meaty slaps and wet bumps of testes-on-clit all increased in regularity, combining with his deep and sustained moans. He was as shameless as he could be, vocalizing his pleasure and showing it more clearly through his head being thrown back, mouth slack and near drooling.

The moaning grunts coincided with each powerful thrust of his hips, growing in volume, octave and proximity as he savored the still-squeezing tunnel clamped around his rod. “Ah yes! Yes! Here it is! Here it is! Here it-!” The sentence was capped with an incomprehensible explosion of syllables and a strangled cry. His fingers dug in against Dash's hips, helping him pull her into the last thrust, to get every last inch snug within before the flood.

His precum had been flowing hot and copious but the first squirt of real semen from out of his trembling tool was something else altogether. It was hotter, thicker and far more copious, almost like every preliminary issue combined. The viscous ooze was thick as the white glue it resembled , splattering and clinging to Dash's inner walls, and flooding up all the way to her cervix in short order. Two pulses were enough to fill the interval between tip and barrier, and he had more than two shots in him.

The long ropes of sticky cum flew out on a copious barrage, not hanging and falling as the room ran out, putting a great deal of pressure all around. It forced a small squirt of seed through into her womb, but a slight loosening of her tight, ribbed walls provided a more immediate escape. Her flooded snatch disgorged a good amount of excess goo, the heavy white liquid dripping down in long strands that broke each time one of the two ponies moved, to be replaced by further falling semen.

Wave slumped down a little himself, breath huffing, hands slipping from Dash's hips as his body leaned forward slightly. “There you go, newbie... one...” He said, with a touch of breathless mirth.

“One...” Dash repeated, slightly dazed and unable believe her luck. It wasn't the luck of being laid by one of her fantasy men. It was what he was telling her by implication. It wasn't over. It was just beginning. One.