Rainbow Dash's Wonderbolts Initiation

Dash lounged casually around in her barracks room, more sedately anticipating her coming partner. The nervous anticipation of the prior days had been burned out, and with good reason. After a double dose she had worn out the excitement of waiting for a single man, and because she was certain she knew who would appear she didn't have her eager imagination running wild.

Her guess was right. Through her door quickly slipped Soarin. The cornflower pegasus was not, however, as plainly attired as all the others had been. True, he had his flight suit on, but that suit was weighed down by a large belt of various bottles and cloths and other materials. He looked like he was going on some kind of secret mission, rather than just coming to have a good time. “Well here there, Rainbow! Guess you were waiting for me.”

It took Dash a moment to respond. To know what was coming and then to confront the reality were two different ideas. She had done training with Soarin, and seen him up-close at shows before, but he was there, right before her, intent on a physical encounter. “Huh? Yeah! I figured it was gonna be you. You were the only one I could think of that hadn't gotten to me.”

“Well, here I am! You ready to have an amazing night?” Rather than undressing, Soarin started unpacking, laying out his bottles, cloths, some tools that looked very like hooficure equipment, and even a few candles. Lighting them let a warm, flowery aroma slowly fill the room, along with the flickering shadows that the candles cast. They effect, olfactory and visual, increased as he laid and lit more candles.

Dash watched the activity with some confusion. Scented candles? Mystery bottles? Hooficure tools?! “So, wh-what are you planning there? I thought we were going to, you know, get it on. Slammin' bodies, smackin' flesh and stuff like that. You know, like I've been doing,” Dash said, emphasizing the last few words to really hammer home her intentions.

“Oh yeah, we're doing that, we're totally doing that,” Soarin said, seeming slightly distracted as he arranged the last of the candles and arranged the other things in a circle around the edge of Dash's bed. “But I want this to be the best night ever. I want you to really feel amazing. And Rapid Fire spent a lot of time teaching me how to make a mare happy.”

'Oh yeah, Fire said that Soarin had been getting Rapid to teach him some tricks. I thought it was just about talking to mares. But this is... whoa...' Dash thought as she watched the careful preparation. Something about all the care and concern was kind of appealing. He was taking all that time and going to that trouble for her. “Yea, I heard Rapid knew about mares. But I thought he just, uh, taught you how to talk to mares like me. Where did this come from?”

Soarin motioned towards the bed and pushed back the hood of his suit, to give a more open and friendly smile. “There's that, sure. That's important. But Rapid showed me that once you've got a mare thinking you're worth going with, there's a lot more to it. You need to let them know you care, that you think they're special. That's a lot harder.”

Dash hovered her way over the semi-circle of supplies and settled herself down on the edge of her bed. A brow came up questioningly as Soarin started unzipping his suit and working it off, leaving him in just his team-issue underwear. “Yeah, I guess it would be. So, I guess you'll probably do like Rapid and eat me before you do this. Hey, why didn't Rapid have all this stuff with him? He's supposed to be the Mare Master or something, so he shouldn't have done this too...”

Soarin knelt down in front of Dash, his hands coming out to slowly stroke at her knees, sliding down and around to cup and caress at her smooth, powerful calves. “He wasn't sure. Some mares just want a quickie and then they're done. He thought you were like that... but then he saw you really did like nicer things, even if you couldn't admit it,” he said with a deep laugh and a squeeze of her calves.

Dash returned the laugh, feeling nervous for some reason. Soarin was a good guy, so far as she knew, and he was there with stuff to make her feel good. “I guess I do. I love a guy going down on me, and I love being able to go fast with some stuff,” she noted with a little grin. “So, uh, what's with all of this? Looks like a lot just to give me a licking.”

“There's more to it than that. I want to work my way up...” Soarin replied, slowly lifting up one of Dash's legs, getting her hoof right in front of his face. As expected the surface was worn and chipped, though not as bard as an earth pony's or unicorn's might have been. There was some advantage to Dash preferring to fly everywhere. “And that means a hooficure and massage...” He placed a kiss on the curving front, finding it pulled quickly away.

“Umm, yea... I don't like anypony touching my hooves...” Dash said, looking aside with a small blush. “It's weird and stupid but I've always been that way. I never even let the spa ponies back home do it, not even after one of my best friends paid for it.”

“It's that's how you feel I understand. But, uh... about half of my charming, good stallion stuff was sort of counting on this part,” Soarin said with a nervous chuckle, one hand softly scratching the back of his head while the other indicated all the material he had set out.

Dash groaned, rubbing at her temples and rustling her wings behind her. “You know? Fine. I can be cool with this. I didn't know the spa mares. But I know you... kinda. I think I can trust you with this.”

“Don't worry. You're going to love it...” Soarin assured her, taking up the hoof again and peering at the underside. The structures were all pristine and perfect, well cared-for, despite an admitted lack of professional attention. His fingers came in and massaged at the two sides of the V-shaped frog, applying gentle pressure to the firm-but-yielding surface.

He began his work with a silk cloth and a small bottle of soapy water. He worked the lukewarm water all over the underside of both hooves, from the hard nail surface and in to the central portion, all over the frog and palm and heel, wiping away what bits of cloudborne dust had accumulated over the course of the day. He even took the opportunity to wipe down the front.

Through it all, Dash had kept her cook, through she was gripping the sheets, giving the occasional twitch as the sensation of cleaning tickled her. “Th-that's not so bad, I guess...”

Soarin held up a small rasp and motioned at the two hooves. “Think you can handle this? It's a quick run. Your hooves are actually pretty perfect.”

Dash puffed up a bit at the compliment, looking like her usual smug self as she nodded. “Go for it! If that priss Rarity can take it then I sure can!”

Soarin nodded, bringing the metal tool down to slid around the curve of the hooves, grinding off the chipped areas and evening out any areas of extra thickness. The rasp made a soft grinding sound as he moved it with the minimum of effort, hoping to keep Dash calm and able to accept the filing.

Dash's ears were perked, twitching each time she heard the rasp of metal grinding off parts of her hooves. Grinding off parts of her hooves! Grinding! She took a deep, cleansing breath, eyes closing while she steadied her nerves. Soarin was a good guy. A Wonderbolt. He wouldn't hurt her. It was fine. She could handle it. It wasn't bad, really. It just felt weird, not bad, and she was mostly exaggerating the way it sounded.

With the filing done Soarin brought the cloth up again, using the soapy water and smooth material to wipe away any hoof filings, and do an initial assessment of the two hooves. The rigid surfaces were both even, all the chips filed out leaving them looking even better than before. He took up two of the bottles from the ground and lifted their lids before holding them up to Dash's face. “Which do you prefer?”

It took Dash a moment to realize she was being asked to sniff them. One of the bottles was heavy with flowery scents and some kind of fruity sweetness. It was exotic but cloying. The other bottle's scent was immediately striking. Hot and spicy, with a minty finish that had a semi-musky undertone. While heady it wasn't overpowering. “Oh I love that second one. Hot cinnamon and some other stuff. That's totally me. Fiery hooves.”

“I sorta figured you'd go for that one,” Soarin laughed, capping the bottle that had not been chosen. He planted a kiss on Dash's right hoof, right on the frog while he laid out a small, fluffy towel and poured some of the spicy liquid over the surface, revealing to be oil. In the flickering light of the candles the small flow glistened beautifully, drawing Dash's eye.

“You're really doing the whole thing, aren't you?” she asked, the nervousness returning again. That kiss had actually felt nice. Her hooves were actually sort of sensitive, that was why she had never liked them having worked over. She took care of her own basic filing and such. A little gasp was sucked in as Soarin kissed her again and flicked a gentle lick at the apex of the frog.

“It's part of the whole package,” Soarin murmured, rubbing his velvety snout against the clean hoof underside, kissing and giving a soft lick one more time. Pulling himself away from the tender nuzzling he brought the fluffy towel up and rubbed the oil over the V of her frog. The scent exploded as the combined warmth of their bodies really sent the aromatics out, really reaching Soarin the most. He sucked in a deep breath and sighed as he gingerly rubbed the oil in.

Dash had a quick sigh over the strong, spicy scent. The it really was nice, but more than the scent was the sensation, the oil leaving a pleasant coating, while whatever was mixed in was making her flesh tingle. The cinnamon and peppermint and all the rest were producing the most delicious pricks of sensation as they rested on her very sensitive underhoof flesh. For the first time in her life she was glad that her hooves were especially sensitive.

The fleshy portion properly tended, Soarin took a moment to work the oiled towel over the other placed under the hoof, spreading the warm scent and pleasant sensation. He finished the hoof buy polishing up the forward curve, making it shine beautifully. He planted a kiss on the tip, and then another on the oiled frog, the tingly oil lingering on his lips, and the tip of his tongue after giving a parting little tongue-flick. “One down...”

“Don't... you dare... miss... the other...” Dash mumbled, looking down at Soarin', one eye half-closed the other fully closed. She almost looked drunk, though she was intoxicated by pleasure and not spirits. The warmth and tingle in her treated hoof were radiating out, giving her whole body a little thrill. And if just one could do that, a second bit of treatment could only do more.

“Wouldn't dream of it,” Soarin said quietly, breath flowing ticklishly across the bottom of Dash's other hoof, joined in tickles by the velvet of his muzzle and the whisper-soft brush of his lips and tongue over the sensitive flesh. He allowed himself an especially long lick, from one tip of the fleshy V to the apex and down the other side to the other tip.

Dash let out a low, shivering moan as the ticklish teases gave way to a more pleasant sensation, her sensitive hoof once more exploited in a manner with which she was quite pleased. Her hands both dipped down between her thighs, fingers idly working over the plump flesh of her mound. She was not really working herself like she had on previous nights, pulling at her lips or grinding her clit. She was matching the subtle tease of the oral attention, working over the areas around her lips, though reaching in to gather up some of the little drops of moisture to slide the juice around, and perhaps provide a more interesting flavor, to make it more interesting for Soarin when he got to that part of the evening.

Soarin was, at that moment, repeating the same gentle ministrations that he had brought to bear against the other hoof. He was gingerly tending to the flesh and keratin, working the heady oil over all the same areas, with all the same care. He left the hoof redolent with the cinnamon-peppermint and musk, and also had it shining perfectly, polished just right. A showpiece with all the beauty of its partner.

Dash and Soarin both admired the tended hooves, Dash turning them slowly to watch them glisten in the candlelight. She had never been a spa-loving pony but suddenly she could see some small basis for the appeal. A comment to that effect was cut off by a sudden laugh, as Soarin leaned in to lick and kiss her freshly-oiled hoof. “A-alright, loverboy, you made your point.”

Soarin pressed one more kiss onto the tingling and heated flesh under Dash's hoof and smiled up at her. “And what was it that I proved?”

“That you're an awesome guy. And that I should probably go do Rapid again for teaching you this,” Dash laughed, lightly kicking her hooves. “Seriously, though, awesome...”

“Any stallion can bust in, unload and walk out. There's no style in that, nothing to make a mare happy. And that's what it's all about,” Soarin noted, nuzzling over both hooves one more time before he lightly gripped Dash's ankles and slowly spread her legs out. “I nibbled an appetizer. Now for the next course.”

“Right. The soup course...” Dash teased, her hands still down between her legs. She gently pressed the fingers of both hands on her lips and slowly spread them apart, to reveal the moist and aroused passage. “M-my hooves are really, really sensitive. And I needed something to keep my mind off of the tickling...”

“Works for me,” Soarin said, leaning in slowly, taking in the sight of those pale cyan thighs leading up to the slightly-flushed lips of her sex, the flesh a bit mashed and stretched by the two-handed opening. His eyes, however, fell on a much more important target, the deep-pink orb of Dash's clit.

Soarin breaths a soft breath across it, making Dash quiver and moan above him. Like a fleshy pearl it sat, a treasure to be admired and tended gently. Another hot breath heralded his tongue, which languidly stroked out across the bundle of needy nerves. He stroked, agonizingly slowly from the middle of his tongue to the very tip, which only parted from the flesh with a quick flick.

The flick did it. Dash tossed her head back and nearly released her spread lips, trembling arms having to fight to maintain position. “I should have known... I thought he would have told you I want to go fast. This slow teasing isn't my style...”

“But it's my style,” Soarin mumbled, flicking her clit a few more times with his tongue before wrapping it in his lips and giving a single, moderate suck. He pulled off with a tiny 'pop' and let another long, slow lick grind his slippery tongue flesh against Dash's pleasure button.

Dash's moaning became soft, and high-pitched, her teeth grinding together as she once more fought against her inner nature. She wanted to go fast, to get to the hard, deep, rapid action. But she loved this too. She had been awakened to just how amazing it could be to take it slow and let herself be revved up. She needed to have her sex primed and pumped for a really powerful session.

Soarin alternated sucking and licking, working Dash with an easy, practiced skill. He took his time on each activity, and even added a few new touches each time, like working his tongue around her clit, or circling the revealed passage a few times before returning to his concentrated pleasure-giving.

“Hey! Aren't you going to get to the good stuff? You know, the inside stuff?” Dash chided, breathing heavily and looking down at Soarin with a mix of pleasure and pique.

“Sorry... I was having too much fun...” Soarin said, a little blush rising on his cheeks. After one more circuit of Dash's nub and another around her spread lips he started to flick his way against the opening and part the slightly-fluttering walls.

Soarin's tongue delved slowly into dash, wiggling a bit on some thrusts and pressing to the sides on others, working her open in a careful, even manner. His panting brought more soft sounds of pleasure from Dash, her hands releasing her spread lips to rest on Soarin's head, stroking over his ears and mane as he worked his way into her clutching passage.

It took nearly two minutes for the slow and steady licking and twisting to get his lips down to her sex, but he pressed in eagerly, only too happy to give the intimate kiss. As he ground his lips on hers and deeply worked his tongue he moved his upper lip and crinkled the velvety expanse of his nose, rubbing both of them in alternating brushes over Dash's engorged and sensitized clit. He was rewarded with a trembling squeeze of his tongue and a greater flow of warm mare juice.

It was just like her night with Rapid. The burning ember of pleasure was heating her slowly but deeply, working through her body with a pure and wonderful delight. Her thighs pressed in around his head, ankles crossing behind her back while she lightly kicked her polished hooves. She dug her fingers into his mane and gave in a small tug forward. She had no words but heavy moans and a few soft gasps, when his soft nose passed in just the right way across her sensitive button.

He kept his pace and didn't mind the sudden, possessive grasps that surrounded his body. It was to be expected. She wanted to own the pleasure he was delivering, and he wasn't about to complain at a compliment. He just doubled his efforts, swirled and jabbed his tongue more, snuffed hot air over her clit when his soft lip and nose were not covering it with warm pressure. He knew she was slow-pleasured. Now to finish her off with a hot, rapid rush, just as she liked.

The sudden ramp in speed caught Dash off guard. She bucked her hips into Soarin's face, increasing her own pleasure as her went after her with a new will. The slowly-spreading pleasure surged, crashing like waves against a rocky shore. She was caught up in the sudden tied, carried away and left crying out as she lost herself in to roiling sea.

Her climax caught Soarin's tongue, pulled it, mangled it like a fleshy vise. She squirted her silken fluids, over his tongue, over his chin and cheeks, showing him the measure of her pleasure. He took it all in stride, licking when he could, slowly wiggling his tongue out of her and pulling his head away before her tightly-pressing thighs crushed his head. He cooled her through the hardest crest of the climax with soft kisses over the top of her mound and a soft caressing of her thighs.

Dash fell back onto the bed, lightly panting. Her eyes were closed and a smile had spread across her lightly-open mouth. It took her a moment to get the coordination to untangle her legs and release Soarin from her grip. Another moment of moaning gave way to the soft comment, “Yeah. Definitely gotta do rapid again for teaching you that...”

“Well... before you tumble off and 'do' him, do you think you could take some time here and 'do' me first?” Soarin teased, using a spare towel to wipe away what fluid his tongue could not lap up. He stood up slowly between Dash's legs, backlit by the wavering light of the scented candles, mostly in shadow. His straining jock was barely visible, but seemed, as was to be expected, well-filled.”

“Chillax, Soarin. I Could to both of you, like Fire and Lightning,” Dash said with a laugh, pulling her legs up and laying herself out properly along the bed. “Show me what you've got and then we can get to this. Need me to give you the bed so I can ride you?”

“I think I'll be riding you. I... like the closeness of being on top. I can hold on and we can be a bit more close,” Soarin replied, hooking his thumbs into the straps of his jock and working them until he had it down. He turned a bit, to show off his aching member, and reveal the true magnitude of it.

The dark cornflower pole was fat, perhaps even thicker than Rapid's had been, and ways longer than any of the previous ones had been. He struck a few playful poses, flexing his muscles and bouncing the shaft teasingly, letting the precum drip out and spatter on the sheets. “How do you like that?”

Dash sat halfway up, leaning on her arm as she regarded the huge piece of stallion meat. “Now thatis a rod! That's bigger than all the rest! I guess that's why you're the last one to come at this, am I right?”

“When I'm feeling cocky I say that all the rest of them need to get a mare ready for me. But it's mostly that I don't want to impose. I can be very patient,” Soarin said, slowly straddling Dash, on his hands and knees and over her on the bed. His standing spire dripped precum onto her belly, thick hot drops of the stuff fairly pooling in her bellybutton. “You ready?”

“I was born ready!” Dash cried, mostly as an automatic reaction. She laid back again and blushed a bit as the heavy spatters thumped on her tight stomach. “Go as fast as you want. I know I can take it. I want to take it.”

Soarin responded by bringing down a kiss, lightly licking around Dash's lips but never pressing his tongue past the barrier of her mouth. Dash did that on her own. Her tongue zipped through and into Soarin's mouth, pressing on his to encourage that he return the favor. She flicked around his teeth and cheeks, tasting the lingering residue of her own juice in her maw, as well as feeling the last whispers of the spicy, heady oil that still made her hooves tingle pleasantly.

Both tongues explored, twisting and pushing about to share saliva. The merged mouths dampened the groans of both ponies, letting only the slight rustle of sheets and slide of coat-on-coat truly be heard. As one both of them brought their hands up, interlacing their fingers and holding on securely, Soarin's hands pressed down onto the bed by Dash's rather lustful grip and push.

Though distracted by the kissing and holding of hands Soarin still had the presence of mind to do his duty and lower his massive member down, until the oozing tip rested on Dash's firm abs. He pulled back and down, gliding the mushroom crown down along the middle line of the muscles until he felt the softness and heated excitement of Dash's mound beneath him.

It took a short moment to find the right spot, still sloppily wet and slightly spread from the prior licking and rubbing. He added to the mess, warm flows of precum bathing the engorged nub as he got into place. Dash let out a long, low moan into the shared kiss that almost threatened to break it. What did break it was the final push, Soarin's hips mashing the fat, blunt head against the entrance and parting them with only slight difficulty to begin the deep drive.

“Ah! Buck! That's more of a stretch than Rapid...” Rainbow muttered, her head turning to the side as the kiss broke. Her fingers squeezed Soarin's hands slightly harder as her inner muscles clamped down and came loose at intervals. Even when she was helping with a roll and push of her hips it was slow going as Soarin's thickness was not to be trifled with. “How do you fly with that thing?”

“Carefully,” Soarin quipped, with a strained smile on his face. As ever, his massive meatpole was being strangled in the hot and moist depths. Even though Dash was wholly amenable to the proposition it was still a struggle. His hips thrust forward and then rested, driving down portions of an inch with every drive just to make it slightly easier.

There was a familiarity in the pleasant effort being exerted, but it was delightfully new. Dash had controlled the last encounter with a truly broad male, and had let gravity do some portion of the work getting her down to the base. This time it was all on Soarin. She had lost control, as she had with the tending of her hooves. But like that, she didn't mind.

The girthy tool finally reached bottom, hips contacting as a warm gout of precum spattered against the face of her cervix which lay a slim fraction of an inch away from his tip. He ground his crotch against hers, seeming to 'stir' his rod around in her while he captured her lips in another kiss. He broke it a moment later and smiled. “How is it?”

“S-so... awesome...” Dash whined. Her biggest, her longest, her best encounter in all her life. She was filled up in a way she never had been before. If she had been an egghead she probably could have been a bit more flashy about how it felt. But it suited her to call it awesome. Her legs, as expected, came up and around Soarin's body. She squeezed his hips with her thighs and crossed her ankles behind his back, lightly laying one polished hoof on his backside.

Soarin responded with another quick kiss, his head then turning and his blocky muzzle resting against Dash's throat. He gave a low, loud moan as he began his work, drawing his his back as best he could, against the squeeze of Dash's legs, then thrusting forward with an audible, moist smack, which got them both groaning in delight.

The experimental move tried, Soarin went for it. His strong, toned, trained hips and ass flexed, his lower body like a machine. He pistoned his pole about a quarter of the way out and back in again, leaving the constant stimulation of both his broad head and medial ring to flick against the ridges of muscle within Dash's passage. He left behind large dollops of precum to provide even more of a slippery cushion, as though he needed it. The lewd squish and squelch of each thrust told of there being plenty of lubricant for the activity.

Dash would have nuzzled down with Soarin but she was too busy crying out loudly with her head thrown back. Her legs twitched in time with the muscular flex of his ass, pulling him in on every forward thrust and making them that much more powerful, while she eased up on the backstroke to give him a chance to prepare for the next. Her inner walls pulled, rolled and trembled around the broad organ, giving a clutching massage, lavishing tight adoration all over the throbbing flesh.

The sounds that filled the room rang out grandly, from the heavy slap of hips on hips to the gentle thump of Soarin's testes on Dash's backside, the squish of penetration, the slurp of withdrawal, and the cried of both ponies. They moaned and panted in hot ecstasy, pure carnal delight echoing the pleasure heard from the more base noises of copulation.

The meaty thumps of flesh on flex came to a peak as their cries reached a near-simultaneous crescendo. Dash didn't think it was possible; it hadn't happened with Rapid. Or any of the others. But something in Soarin's attention and action had driven her to a second grand climax, that hit just a moment before his own. She felt him, an almost-painful splattering of hot, heavy wads of semen hammering against her cervix, the sloppy flood filling what spare space was left within. She oozed with the white load, too full to contain it all, the remainder pouring down the split of her butt to pool thickly on the bed.

They lay there, united, panting, sweat lightly glinting on Soarin's back, and on his face when he lifted it up to look at Dash in the candlelight. They kissed, and a soft shiver ran through the both of them. It was a suitable conclusion to a wonderful encounter. He didn't really need to leave, not as quickly as all the others. There was time for kissing, and holding, more cleanup and maybe a little more conversation. It wouldn't be a bad way to end a wonderful time.