Rainbow Dash's Wonderbolts Initiation

The next evening Dash was thinking back on the events of the previous night. It had all been a blur, a whirls of sensations and boasting. She had had to take some time to slow down and really think about it. She had been with one of the Wonderbolts she knew and lusted over. He had even shot off inside of her!

She had never really considered it before but that idea made it all the hotter. Her masturbatory fantasies had never really focused on the male climax, but there was something to having thick globs of his seed shot deep inside, becoming part of her. She had often heard that the reality of an event never matched the fantasy, but the ponies that said that had never had a really, really good reality.

One hand danced across her privates as her eyes fluttered, partially closed and the whites the only things visible as they were rolled up in bliss. The pleasant memory plus the gentle flicking of her cyan clit with her thumb shot pleasure through her form, enhanced by the more subtle pleasure of the motions of her other fingers gingerly tracing the plump, slightly-flushed lips of her moist sex. Gentle moans dripped from her lips as she stimulated herself and tried to imagine who would be showing up at her door next.

She thought she heard the door open and close, but she was very distracted by the pleasure, and her mind was filled with the sound of her own heavy breathing. She only knew someone was there because there was a cough from her side. Dash gasped, hand pulling from her crotch and eyes shooting open, looking to the side quickly to see who was interloping on her enjoyment.

What she saw was another Wonderbolts flight suit, being worn by another living piece of poster candy. The suit was the brightest thing on him, as his visible coat was a dark grayish color and his puffy mane was a white and lighter gray split. Rapid Fire. The most mature and longest-serving of the Wonderbolts. Competent, worthy, but lacking oomph to get the big assignments, forever to be led by flashy youngsters like Spitfire. “Am I interrupting something?” His voice was deep, a bass rumble filled with good humor.

“Gettin' ready for the main event,” Dash replied, with equal humor. “Wow! Rapid Fire... I've been watching you forever. You're always there and you're always great. I dunno why you're not the leader. N-no offense to Spitfire!”

“I lack that fire. I wanted to perform and prove my worth, not to advance,” Rapid noted. He did not seem interested in preliminaries. He drew down the zipper on his suit to show off a body that was a curious mixture of features. His suit was designed to compress him into a standard shape, while his body was not quite so. He had the strong upper body, a bulky and muscular form but his midsection was paunches out, an effect called a musclegut. It wasn't a saggy beer belly but he was no tone-stomached bodybuilder. He showed his age, to some degree, looking like the mature pony he was. As before, he was left wearing a team color jock strap.

However he looked, though, Dash knew his skills spoke for themselves. He hadn't lost a wingbeat in all his years, even with the slight fattiness over his trained muscular expanse. “Guess I know who eats the jelly doughnuts before I can get to them,” Dash teased, rising up and slowly bringing her legs over the side of the bed.

One of Rapid's hands came down on one of Dash's shoulders, pressing down as she started to rise. He went down to one knee with a smile and leaned in slowly. “Funny you mention eating...” He leaned in and up, leading with his tongue by about an inch as he approached Dash's mouth. Her lips parted smoothly and easily, allowing the wiggling tongue to probe into her mouth. She reciprocated, sucking on his tongue as their lips danced and her tongue ground firmly against his.

The kiss, though deep, and filled with trading saliva, it was very clean and very proper. Their heads moved side to side, all without ever breaking the kiss, Rapid weaving the fingers of one hand into Dash's rainbow mane, while she gripped at the puffy curls of his own mane. The pressed against once another and finally parted with a soft pop of their lips, a little string of saliva connecting them as their tongues slipped back onto their proper mouths. “Eating my tongue today?” Dash asked with a laugh, her free hand gently patting one of Rapid's cheeks.

“No, no... I've been at this just a little longer than the rest of you, and at this in particular for longer than that. I know exactly what to do, and what mares really like...” Rapid's hands slid down Dash's body, briefly cupping her modest bust and moving in small circles over her flat, taut belly. The hands ended up resting on her knees, slowly spreading them apart to give him a look at her dewy mound, already primed and ready for him. “Lay back, stay up, your choice...”

“You were always my favorite. Now I know why...” Dash said, giving a breathy laugh, stroking over Rapid's soft mane. Maybe he hadn't been her top favorite, that tended to be the leader, whoever it happened to be. But he had been in her rotation of self-stimulation longest, and that was almost like being her favorite. She gingerly pulled his head closer and closer, starting to sigh a bit as his hot breath brushed across her already-stimulated genitals.

Rapid didn't comment. He gently stroked and squeezed Dash's knees as he coaxed her a little further over the edge of the bed. With some pulling and some motion from her he got her resting on her rear, body slightly tilted back, leaving plenty of room to work.

The first thing he did once his head reached her was to rub his snout against the smooth coat just above her sex, adding soft kisses and a tender lick that let more of his warm exhalations tease and waft along the tense and prepared flesh just beneath. His lips were in motion afterward, nibbling slowly around Dash's mons, side to side, letting his cheek press against Dash's thigh before moving to the opposite side.

Only one hand remained on Rapid's head, Dash's other brought up to her mouth. She was gently biting on one knuckle of her balled fist, her eyes clenched tightly while her wings trembled, fully extended and high as her flexed and fixed muscles could get them. “D-damn..! How many mares have you had?”

“Not as many as you think. But I was a fast learner, and liked looking good,” Rapid said with a laugh, spreading Dash's legs slightly wider. He moved down, lips still in motion, flicking them along the button of her clit. He followed the initial touch with the sudden flick of his tongue, leaving just the lightest trace of saliva.

Another lick followed, firmer and more lingering, moving the bundle of nerves up slightly on the path of the tongue. After the third lick Rapid pursed his lips and took Dash's sensitive nub in. e suckled gently a few times, letting his tongue rub and flick at the tip of it before he released it to flick a few more licks over it once more.

Dash's back was arched as far as it could go, giving her a crescent posture, breasts nearly pointing to the ceiling, head back, rainbow mane hanging in a shivering cascade, her mouth dropped and letting out the tiniest squeaks of pleasure, about all her tight throat could manage. Her hands were clutching the sheets at the edge of the bed, while her legs shuddered, resisting the urge to close around Rapid's head and cross behind him, to trap him there and keep the pleasure flowing forever. “B-buck... don't tease me! I'm not a prissy-priss like my friend Rarity! I want to get it hard and fast.”

“Slow down... just for now,” Rapid mumbled, practically speaking into Dash's clit, and offering a concluding kiss after he spoke, being rewarded with a tremble. “I've learned to savor the finer things in life. I'm fast on the field. Here, I can take my time...” Another quick suckle followed, as well as a slow grind of his tongue.

“I'm gonna go crazy if I can't take it fast!” Dash moaned out, pulling her clawed fingers from the sheets, moving them back to Rapid's head. She squeezed his puffy mane, fingers getting into it securely as she gave a thrust of her hips, pressing her sex more securely against his face and letting her control some small aspect of her stimulation.

Rapid's response was to do just what she asked. His tongue, thick and covered in saliva, traced a few quick circuits around Dash's outer lips as accurately as he could manage with her bucking and grinding. The swirling tongue dipped further and further past the outer folds and into the warm, slightly-mobile depths.

The walls pressed in tightly and squeezed on his questing tongue. That just made him twirl and dig more, reaching for her furthest depths. His snout settled comfortably against her crotch, nostrils on either side of her clit, washing her with hot huffs and the grinding of his velvety-soft coat. His lips moved in their old nibbling motions, serving to brush and tease on the engorged nub.

“Damn! D-don't do that! It's..!” Dash pulled on Rapid's mane harder, grinding his mouth against her lips and her turgid button. Her strong muscles were pulled taut, trembling for a bit before she made a quick motion, her legs tucking under Rapid's arms and crossing at her ankles, pulling tightly to his body.

Her legs pressed tightly on the older stallion's back, while she humped at his face, letting her inner walls pull and roll over his wiggling, swirling, delving tongue. She continued to moan and shout, pleasure building like a knot in her sex, bringing her nearer and nearer her climax. With Rapid's great experience it wasn't love before she reached it, head throw back and a huge cry ringing out. Her pussy trembled and clenched around the still-swirling tongue, bathing it in her fluids and letting them squirt over his mouth and chin.

Dash's eyes were rolled up in her head again, though her eyelids were open wide, and her mouth was hanging open, tongue hanging out of the side, moving as she panted. Her wings were spread out wide, lightly flapping in time with the twitches of her other muscles before slowly coming down as her body's tension did. Her fingers slowly disentangled themselves from Rapid's puffy mane, petting at his head just a bit. Last to fall away were leg legs, unhooking from around him and slumping down to a resting position. “Oh my Princesses... oh... you've got... oh how do you do that?”

Rapid's tongue slowly slipped out of Dash's insides with a long, soft slurp. “You need to love what you're doing and want to be great at it. I like making you mares feel fantastic,” he said, smiling and rubbing a cheek against Dash's thigh. His tongue swirled around his own mouth, cleaning up as best he could. “Plus... you see me. I can and do get all kinds of exercise and do tricks in the sky. But off the clock I want to relax. Wagging a tongue may not look impressive, but it has power, while letting me relax.”

“You're the best, man, just for all that,” Dash huffed, falling back onto the bed and stroking at her mane. After a minute of panting and relaxing she motioned to Rapid. “Come on. I think I know what you like. And I'm gonna give it to ya.”

Rapid slowly rose, revealing a monster tenting in his lycra jock, badly distorting the yellow streak and team insignia. He practically fell into the bed beside Dash, throwing an arm over her body and pulling her into his soft yet muscular body. He came in for a kiss which she didn't refuse, getting a chance to taste herself on his lips. “This is nice. I think I'm gonna like it...”

Dash quickly rolled Rapid onto his back and climbed up onto him. Her slender body rested very well on his broad body. It was actually quite comfortable. “That's not what I meant. This is what you like. You get to relax while I do all the work, riding on you, getting it how I want. You earned it after that eating you did.” She leaned in and gave him another kiss, adding a teasing lick to the tip of his snout and a wink. “I even forgive you for eating the doughnuts.”

“You skinny folks never seem to get to them. Can't have them going to waste,” Rapid said with a laugh. He casually stretched out, looking down at Dash with a grin. His hands were comfortably placed behind his head, allowing him to have a view over his modest gut at the straining peak of his lycra jock. “So... are we going to do this?”

“Aw yeah we are!” Dash fluttered her slightly-stiffened wings and floated down until her upper body rested between Rapid's legs, facing his straining thong. She gave it a stroke and winked up at him. “Looks like you need some stress relief. This should help you rela- woah!” She had stretched the waistband and pulled down, and been shocked by the sudden spring of his meat, waving lightly in the air in front of her face.

The standing spire of dark gray, near-black stallion flesh pulsed lightly with the steady, relaxed beat of his heart, the little twitches lightly flinging off little dribbles of precum. The matured stalk was a bit thicker than Wave Chill's own, though it lacked a bit of length. Just below the dark, loose flesh of his sac was quite well filled. His ass flexed a bit, thrusting his crotch up some. “Seating for one, no waiting,” He lustfully chuckled.

“This is gonna be great!” Dash flapped her way up again, landing her toned, tight butt on Rapid's belly. She planted her hands on his rigid pecs and pushed back, snugly grinding her rear end against the pre-spitting pole. She ground and hotdogged that rigid organ for a bit, savoring the warm feeling of hot, slick pre sliding between her cheeks and rolling over the smooth flesh. She slowly moved her butt up along to the peak of his blunted cock, smearing her sopping slit over the surface.

“Going down... down... oh yes down...” Rapid slowly lifted his chin, arching his back a little as Dash's lips parted and took the fat mushroom of his length in. She slid down smoothly, the ribs of her inner walls flicking along the edge of his head, the muscles rolling and pulling every inch she passed. He thrust and bounced his hips with small twitches, landing a soft smack against her bottom as she reached his crotch.

Dash pressed her fingers more firmly on Rapid's pecs, her back arched and wings spread, feathers twitching at the tips. She enjoyed her position for a moment, moaning softly at every throb and twitch. She gave an experimental bounce, a slight rise and quick fall, a little grunt coming from her. “That's the stuff. Whatever speed I want...” She grinned down at Rapid, licking her lips. “And like I said, hard and fast. I'll go crazy if I don't get it fast.”

“I know your type. Spitfire was the same way. You're a lot alike,” Rapid said, continuing to lie in repose, eyes closed and a huge smile on his face. “And I mean it. You've got the fire. I never did but I'm fine with that. So get to it.”

Dash's smile pulled even wider. Strokes to her ego felt even better when she could tell they were sincere. Any comparison to Spitfire was fantastic, but a carnal comparison was extremely satisfying, perverse but in a good way. A soft moan fell form her lips as she considered that. She gave another small bounce and slid her hands along to the sides of his pecs, taking a solid grip on him. “Oh you are so getting it for saying that... and thanks.”

“I'm too lazy to lie,” Rapid laughed, his hands moving from behind his head to the sides of the bed, taking a firm grip on the mattress.

“Time to shake you up,” Dash said breathily. She took a series of slow, deep breaths, like she did before a race and then let herself go all out. She secured her legs by hooking them under Rapid's own legs, using the full strength of her highly trained muscles to pull herself up to about midway up Rapid's length, against the clench of her passage, then used the same muscles to slam back down just as hard and fast, slapping her ass down against his crotch.

Both of them reacted to the first slam with a shout, Dash a bit louder, and Rapid a bit longer, both holding still to enjoy the body-rocking hit. The act savored, Dash hit it and kept it going. She pulled up and slapped down hard, moans and cries echoing out around the room from Dash. Rapid was giving a muted groaning, seething between his teeth, eyes shut tight. His hips thrust up with each downward thrust of Dash's body, adding to the power of the smacks and the volume of the sharp sounds ringing around the room.

Dash's ride was, as promised, hard and fast, working over Rapid's tool with a will, pulling him higher and higher towards his climax. The precum flowed more and more freely, sprinkling her insides with the hot, thin liquid, mingling it with Dash's own freely flowing fluid. She was also building to another orgasm, to her delight and slight surprise. A double score.

Ever the winner, Dash peaked first, already overly sensitized and primed to go off after Rapid's oral ministrations had awakened every nerve in her sex. She rode herself through the orgasm, crying out loudly to announce it, her clenching walls giving further confirmation, along with another gush of her musky fluid. The tight squeezing stroked his rod all the harder, bringing out more seething groans and more than a few snorts of delight.

Rapid gave a final, sharp thrust, holding his hips up while giving a sharp, sudden cry. His twitching dick released hot wads of heavy cum, the white treasure trove of sperm-laden goop splattering all around Dash's insides, hitting her walls with some force and sliding down slowly.

Through it all Dash kept riding. She pumped up and down in an ever-slowing rhythm, breathing going down in the same pace. Her wings pulled in slowly against her back, upper body lowering to rest against Rapid's muscular chest, her modest breasts nudging against him. She settled one cheek against Rapid's neck and relaxed completely, to enjoy the moment. “Hard, fast... awesome...” She said.

“Glad you liked it. But I can't take all the credit. You really did all of the work and provided half the stimulation,” Rapid chuckled, heaving a sigh and wrapping his arms around Dash. “This is one of the finer things in life.”

“Don't get sappy,” Dash chided, with a grin. “But you're right. This was great, and right now, this is really nice. Good and relaxing.”

“We may do all kinds of wild and exciting things but this is fun as well,” Rapid noted, with a gentle squeeze. “I consider myself someone who enjoys good things when I can. What's the harm in indulging if I don't go overboard? Trying new things is a lot of fun, after all.”

“New things...” Dash echoed, looking thoughtful. “Hey, you know the guys that are going to be coming for this thing, right?”

“Well, yea, it's the other veterans of the team,” Rapid answered, looking down to Dash. “Why?”

Dash shivered a little as she considered her thoughts again and answered, “I want you to ask two of them to come tomorrow night...”