Lightning Dust found herself in Spitfire’s office, silently awaiting the arrival of the mystery pony who will be keeping an eye on her for the duration of her second attempt to become a Wonderbolt. It had been a miracle that she was given a second chance, and she had promised herself the second that she’d finished reading the letter Spitfire had sent her regarding the fact to try out, that she wouldn’t mess any of it up. Lightning Dust was brought out of her musings by the sound of the door opening behind her, followed by a deep male voice.
“Hey Captain, you wanted to talk to me about something?”
Lightning Dust stared in bewilderment at the source of the voice. ‘Who’s this guy? When’d he join, I didn’t even know any new members made it to the team.’ The stallion in question was taller than Lightning Dust by about a head. He had midnight blue fur over a toned and muscular form, short silver mane and tail with a splash of black, and large, powerful wings. He stood there, arms crossed over his chest with an air of smugness around him that put even herself to shame.
Spitfire looked back at the stallion and responded. “Yes Storm Chaser, I’d like you to meet a second-time recruit.” Spitfire motioned to Lightning Dust, “Lightning Dust, this is Storm Chaser. He’s the newest member to the Wonderbolts and he will be keeping an eye on you for the rest of your training. You will treat him with respect, is that clear?” She finished her sentence with a glare at Lightning Dust.
Lightning Dust snapped to a salute “Yes Ma'am!”
Storm Chaser turned to Lightning Dust. “So you’re the troublemaker from last year? Just don’t do anything stupid and we’ll get along just fine, eh?” He held out his hand, a coy smile plastered to his face.
Lightning Dust took the proffered hand “Thank you sir, I swear I won’t.”
Storm Chaser couldn’t help but laugh at her response. “Please, just call me Storm, I’m not an officer, I work for a living after all.” He gripped her shoulder and turned to Spitfire, “well if that’s all Captain, I’ll show her to her room and get her up to speed on the training schedule.”
Spitfire smiled at him “Sure thing Storm, and in all seriousness keep an eye on her, she’s ambitious but sometimes at the cost of her peers.”
At this last statement, Storm Chaser saluted lazily and ushered Lightning Dust out the door. She followed him through the twisting maze of hallways, silence encompassing their journey, not once did he speak or do anything for that matter, he simply kept walking with his wings shuffling every now and then. Finally after what seemed like an eternity of turning into different hallways, he stopped in front of a door with a room number of 201. He turned to Lightning Dust, motioning to the door.
“This is your room, play nice with your roommate, okay? Oh, and this here’s the training schedule; be in the right place, at the right time, in the right uniform and you’ll be squared away. Any questions of me?” Storm finished looking inquisitively at Lightning Dust while handing over a copy of the training schedule.
“Actually yes Storm, will you be training with us?”
“Well maybe every once in awhile but not often. Only once or twice every week or so.” He said, scratching the back of his head apprehensively. “As a side note though, don’t lose your motivation, whatever it is that drives you, keep it close and use it. Don’t forget why you’re here.” Smiling at Lightning Dust and not waiting for a response, Storm turned around and was out of her sight.
Lightning Dust stood there for a moment going over Storm Chaser’s words in her head. She smiled to herself ‘Things are gonna get interesting with him around.’ She gripped the door handle and pulled it open. ‘I think I’m gonna like this guy.’
----------Eight Weeks Later----------
It was well after dark when Lightning Dust made her way towards the mares' locker room. Today's practice had been the most brutal of the year so far, not to mention she had trained with not one but two professional Wonderbolts - Spitfire and Storm Chaser, of course she had given everything she had to impress them, but Spitfire was adamant on keeping her under watch after her questionable actions last year when she had been paired with Rainbow Dash. The practice was the longest she'd ever done, nearly five hours, and had only ended when Spitfire and Storm Chaser had burned themselves out. She had watched in envy, while above them as they dove, twisted, performed outrageous and complex maneuvers, and of course broke the sound barrier.
Lightning Dust was so worked up after their performance that her cooldown took much longer than usual. Even though she was physically exhausted, she was keyed up mentally, mostly by Storm’s performance and she didn't want to head straight back to her room at the academy. Only pegasi like her, who had been here before, knew how rare it was for an actual member of the Wonderbolts to train with the recruits. Everyone else assumed - or otherwise expected, that they would just hang around to watch or just not be around at all.
She admittedly had no love for her comrades but she had always wondered about Storm Chaser, what with the fact he had been in charge of her for the last eight weeks after Spitfire assigned him over her. She had gotten to know him decently well since then, but had never actually seen him perform. Today she’d found out for herself why he was a Wonderbolt, and it went without saying that Lightning Dust had been truly impressed.
She sighed as she hit the dark walkway leading to the locker rooms. She pushed the door to the mares' side, or rather she tried to; it had been locked up for the night. ‘Damn it, my clothes are in there, and I need a hot shower!’ By the time she got back to her room, the showers would be full and the water would be far from hot, likely turning lukewarm. Lightning Dust looked across the hall and eyed the door leading to the stallions' locker room. Surely all the guys had finished by now and no one would be the wiser if she just rinsed off over there before going back.
Confident in her assessment of the situation, and the fact that there couldn’t possibly anyone down here so late, except herself, she pushed open the door to the stallion’s locker room. It came as a relief when nopony was directly in her line of sight, and that was all the confirmation she needed. The chilly evening air was working its way through her uniform, turning the damp, sweaty fabric ice-cold against her fur. She moved inside and walked down the parallel rows of lockers. It looked to be set up just like the mares' side, so she assumed this route would take her to the showers.
The lights in the shower area were off, making the room very dim, save for the light of Princess Luna’s moon shining through the frosted glass near the ceiling. Quickly, Lightning Dust stepped into a small cubicle to undress and grabbed a towel and soap from the shelves near the entrance to the showers. Her thoughts shifted back to Storm Chaser ‘I’ll have to remember to ask Storm about some of those moves he was doing during practice today, surely he’d give out a few secrets to give me an advantage over the others.’ Lost in her thoughts she had only taken three steps beyond the threshold when she saw Storm Chaser leaning against the side wall of the communal shower. From what she could tell, he was deep in thought about something, his eyes were closed and water sluiced over his body, mane plastered to his forehead as the spray beat down from above.
Her gasp of surprise was as loud as a firecracker in the tiled room. Storm Chaser jerked, his eyes snapping open and staring at her as if she was a ghost.
‘Shit! Say something, anything! Run away or stay...’ Lightning Dust's thoughts were whirring in her head.
She took in Storm Chaser's lithe form, lean, tight muscles accentuated by his midnight blue fur. His legs weren't as spindly as she might have guessed. Her eyes traveled up his legs to the cutie mark of the crescent moon being covered by a storm cloud, all the way to his crotch. A hundred dirty thoughts raced out of her mind and washed into her blood.
Temporarily suppressing those thoughts she spoke out to him. “Hey, Storm,” she said with all the aplomb she could muster, “Mind if I share the hot water? Mares' room is locked up for the night.” The way he was staring at her was so strange. He hadn't moved a muscle, but was still looking at her with an odd look on his face. It did strange things to her; made her legs feel a bit rubbery.
Without waiting for an answer, she turned and walked to one of the nozzles on the opposite wall from where he stood. Never one to be overly concerned with modesty, Lightning Dust flung her towel over the shower knob and pulled the handle to adjust the temperature until it was nearly scalding. After doing this, she heard a ‘thwomp’ from behind her, the telltale sign of a pegasus’s wingboner. Ignoring this revelation she basked in the hot water. As she rinsed her mane, she chanced a glance over her shoulder to see if Storm Chaser was still there. He was openly gazing at her, his eyes roving her naked backside, wings at full-mast.
He was also hard as a rock. Lightning Dust couldn't help but notice; it was quite thick, much more so than it'd been when she'd first noticed his presence. Her stomach fluttered, sending warmth to her thighs. ‘Oh, this is the perfect opportunity.’ Even though she avoided the gossip scene herself, she had overheard many of the topics the other mares in the academy discussed, and it was a long-standing point of contention with all of them if Storm Chaser was gay. For all the attention he paid mares how could they think otherwise? Hell, Fleetfoot had been throwing herself at him for weeks now, and Lightning Dust suspected that even Spitfire had tried to grab his attention at one time or another. Neither of them had gotten anywhere with Storm Chaser, to the best of her knowledge, but at the moment, it certainly looked like he liked mares.
Storm Chaser couldn't believe what he was seeing. Lightning Dust, one of the most gorgeous mares in the recent batch of recruits, was naked and showering less than ten feet from him. He'd nearly shouted when he noticed inside the showering area. Under the spray, he hadn't heard anyone coming into the locker room, and he sure as hell hadn't expected to open his eyes to find Lightning Dust standing there with nothing but a towel pressed to her front. For several seconds he was robbed of speech and movement as all the blood rushed from his head into his dick.
She acted as if it was no big deal, she just needed a shower and the mares' side had been locked. He’d gotten a full view of her voluptuous turquoise backside as she walked over to the opposite wall and turned on the spray. Storm Chaser was thankful for the fact that she hadn't shown up five minutes earlier while he was jerking off. What with Spitfire teasing him all day and Fleetfoot throwing lustful hints at him all the time, the sexual tension was too much for him to deal with. He was glad that he had done so, however, because her side profile was enough to make his cock twitch in anticipation and his spine tingle dangerously. He had suddenly become acutely aware that his wings had snapped to attention at her presence but he hardly cared at this point. She had the most beautifully colored fur he'd ever seen, turquoise, and in the weak light from the windows, he could make out the outline of her breasts when she raised her hands to smooth her wet mane from her face. He just stood there, drinking in her curves.
Her long mane was sleek and hung down her back and shoulders, in between her semi-stiffened wings in wet waves of liquid gold. The ends came down over the curve of her breast, and the thought of touching her made Storm Chaser's spine tingle again. He was so intent on memorizing the curves of her body that it took a few seconds for him to realize she was watching him with a half-smile on her face. As soon as his eyes connected to hers, she spun around to face him and stuck her hand on a shapely hip above her cutie mark of a lightning bolt with three stars at the bottom of it, that the moonlight accentuated quite well.
“See something you like, sir?” she said, grateful that her dusky complexion kept the heat in her face from showing. She stuck her hip out slightly towards him, the gesture meant to be a bit of a challenge; she hoped he'd take the bait or she'd have to resort to more aggressive measures, and get the answer to the Storm Chaser question once and for all. She wanted to see how far she could take the game before he would get assertive. She shivered to think about it; Storm Chaser could be quite aggressive when he was frustrated.
His eyes immediately fell to the shadowy area at the junction of her thighs. “Ah...sorry,” he mumbled and spun around quickly in a belated attempt to hide his arousal from her, embarrassed at being caught. She knew he felt her body heat well before she spoke into his ear.
“Whatcha gonna do about that, sir?” she whispered seductively, reaching around to grasp his arousal, tenderly giving it a slow, steady stroke.
Every nerve in his body went on high alert as he watched her slim fingers close around him and move over his swollen flesh. A gasp escaped his lips and he threw his head back; it felt so good, her smooth palm creating a delicious friction. He thrust forward into her hand, wanting her to continue, his shame at being naked and arousal completely gone.
Storm was a bit taller than she was, and his silver and black mane was long enough to tickle her shoulder as his head fell back. Lightning Dust watched his face, fascinated at the raw sensuality flickering across it. Drops of water freckled his cheeks and forehead; she wasn't sure if it was the spray from the shower or his own sweat. His mouth was open slightly and his rough breathing was causing hers to speed up as well. She smoothed her hand back down his wet length, and drew the other hand down to cup his balls. She couldn’t help but notice the “accidental” placement of his tail while she stood behind him. She could feel the tail riding up her inner-thighs, tickling her as she continued pleasing him. She found herself moving slightly lower to better feel his tail underneath her. Hearing his groans get louder, she turned her attention back to his face. Lightning Dust couldn't tear her eyes from his profile; he was flushed, his lips dusky and moist, the charcoal of his eyelashes standing out against his fevered cheek. Simply delectable, and she wanted to have a taste.
The touch of her lips on his neck brought him to the surface. He'd hadn’t felt anything like this in months since Spitfire had “congratulated” him for passing the final test. But now he was in a steamy shower with Lightning Dust, who, despite being rather withdrawn and somewhat self-centered, seemed to know just the right things to do, pressing her breasts to his back, her lips closing over his earlobe. He gasped at the sensation of her lips on his ear, savoring the feeling of her breath moving down to his neck, he turned quickly and captured her lips in a rough, dominating kiss. A squeak of surprise left her as he raised his hands to her breasts. Recovering quickly, Lightning Dust's tongue parted the seam of his lips, her arms wrapping around his neck, and the two of them moaned into each other’s mouths.
Lightning Dust's eyes closed as Storm forced the raised centers of her nipples into his palms, then rubbed a thumb over each in rhythm. She had only meant to tease him, and now she was the one being tormented. His erection was pressing into her belly, hard as steel. She ground against it, wanting it lower and inside, quickly losing her intention to simply play with him.
She broke the kiss to breathe and quirked an eyebrow at Storm Chaser. “So, have you made up your mind yet, sir?”
“What?” He was adorably confused, his pupils dilated and his head tilted in the shadowy light.
Lightning Dust grinned and reached between them to stroke along his prick lightly, picking up the bit of pre-cum on the tip and rubbing it around the smooth head. Lightning Dust knew what she wanted to do. For some reason, giving head to a pony was a terrific turn-on for her; she had a definite oral fixation. She loved to do it, as Soarin’ could attest, not that a drunken one-night stand counted for much. She was confident that Storm Chaser wouldn't mind at all. Lightly pushing him back under the full spray so it was hitting his chest, she slowly sank to her knees in front of him, all the while running her hands over his shoulders, down his chest, and slowly moving down his legs before holding him gently and sucking the tip of him into her mouth.
She could swear she heard Storm struggle to hold back a curse as her lips pursed around his member, sucking him in further. This wasn’t about figuring out the truth behind a rumor, but simply to satisfy what she wanted, needed, right here and now. Rolling her tongue around the tip and taking her time to taste every inch of him that she could, caused him to involuntary buck into her mouth. Taking more of him inside, she could feel his dick throbbing as his groans matched her movements. She took a moment to look up, flipping her mane out of her eyes to watch him savor her treatment with clenched fists and a tightened jaw. Grasping his thighs for leverage, she struggled to hold back a smile when she saw him look down at her, his eyes going from half-lidded to being fully open and focused on the sight before him. Moving one hand to the base of his dick, she began stroking him as she continued taking him deeper into her throat. She returned her focus to her ‘work’ momentarily, before feeling his fingers gently curl into her mane, hearing him hum in barely contained ecstasy as he enjoyed everything she was giving him.
The slight jerk of his hands on her scalp told Lightning Dust that Storm was close to being completely out of control. His slight grunt and increased ‘participation’ prompted her own enthusiasm. She released her grip around the base of his cock, moving her hands to his backside as she tried to take him deeper into her mouth. This she had tried before with Soarin’ with varying amounts of success, usually gagging as the overzealous recipient often tried to choke her. With an untried Storm Chaser, however, she was having a great deal more success with the technique, despite his thickness. After figuring out how to time her breathing with his motions, she crept forward and began in earnest, taking him steadily deeper in until her nose touched his pelvis. His hands tightened again, and this time he seemed to release a deep growl of pleasure providing Dust with the perfect, animalistic sound of approval.
She could hear the sound of the water beating off his chest, feel the throbbing of his member in her throat as she knew he was approaching his climax. She could feel his hands clench her mane, only to release and clench it again only tighter, as if he was struggling to control his urge to simply grab her and impale his cock into her throat. She suddenly felt him push his hips forward gently in time with her sucking, his balls gently slapping her chin as he sought the means necessary to send himself over the edge. Fighting to suppress her gag reflex, she focused on her breathing as she allowed him the added pleasure of controlling her head as it bobbed back and forth with increased frequency. She noticed his breathing was becoming more erratic and his grunts of satisfaction were steadily getting louder, giving way to the notion of his imminent release.
Lightning Dust could feel his flesh tightening and knew he was ready to blow. He tried to push her away, but she gripped the back of his thighs tightly and sucked; she was set on riding out his orgasm. She gagged a little when the first stream of cum hit the back of her throat, her wings twitching involuntarily at the sudden action, but she recovered quickly enough to hear the incoherent noises he made. Another grunt escaped from him as she dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock, moving over the throbbing veins as she sought to coax out as much of his seed as possible.
As she continued to suck back on his member, draining him of his essence, she secured her grip on his thighs, feeling his knees buckle and his muscles weaken from the force he was exerting. Playfully, she began to fondle his balls with her hand, keeping a secure grip on his legs with her arms as she felt him gripping her shoulders, no longer as a means of pushing her away, but to hold himself up in preparation of possibly losing his balance. She placed her focus on swallowing everything he had, savoring the slightly bitter taste as it continued to pour down her eager throat, pulling back once she knew he was done. She looked up at him, smiling as she swallowed the rest of his seed, savoring the taste in her mouth and the look on his face. She could see him blushing in the barely dimmed moonlight, noticing how flushed he was, though she knew she was blushing just as hard as him, she watched him sink lower until he was sitting down, bearing most of his weight on his hands behind him.
“Celestia above, that was incredible,” he said shakily, one of his hands nervously running itself through his mane.
Her tongue came out and she licked her lips suggestively. “I'd say the pleasure was all mine, but…” She slowly began to crawl towards him, a smirk on her face and her eyes gleaming in the moonlight. “C'mon, Storm, you're not the modest type? You're quite an impressive stallion, ya know?”
He was transfixed at her movements, barely aware of the compliment she had just given him. Lightning Dust’s breasts brushed his chest when she swiftly leaned in to capture his lips with hers. Slightly taken aback by her sudden movement, Storm regained his senses quick enough to retaliate. He bit down gently on her lower lip and lightly sucked it into his mouth. Lightning Dust moaned as their tongues dueled, jockeying for dominance over one another. Her hands moved up to his chest and gently pushed him down to the tiled floor, careful to keep him from smashing his wings, and making sure to refrain from breaking their kiss as she loomed over him. His hands were shaking again when he brought them up to cup her breasts. She arched her back at the amazing feeling of his hands rubbing small circles over her nipples. The feeling of her softly puckered flesh dragged under the smooth calluses of his thumbs caused her to moan softly and push her torso against his, desperate for his touch.
Lightning Dust ground her hips into his in time with the tingling sensations his fingers were sending through her midriff. She wound her arms around his neck and spread her knees further apart, which had the added advantage of relieving the freshly-induced, sharp pains shooting through her kneecaps from the hard-tiled floor, and allowed him to slip between her legs. She found that he was tantalizingly close to her aching center, and upon him jerking his hips in surprise at her movement, she could feel him pressing lightly at the entrance to her body.
She moaned in disapproval as he removed his hands from her breasts, but squeaked in delight as she felt him grasp her ass, his eyes reflecting his desire to bury himself inside her. It was so close; she could just feel his hard cock pulsing between the soft flesh of her outer lips. He sat up and brought his mouth to her neck, nipping up to the outer shell of her ear.
Lightning Dust felt like her whole body was on fire. She let him ravage her breasts, licking and sucking greedily as she moaned, taking in every sensation he delivered. A not-so-gentle nip caused her to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Some mares seem to like it like that,” he stated, his eyes gleaming darkly up at her with a look reflecting concern and curiosity, alike.
“I like it, Storm,” she said, hissing over the last syllable as he slid his middle and index fingers between her legs, punctuating her statement with a loud moan of pleasure. She closed her eyes, her body tensing up as she felt him continue his special form of torture, twisting two fingers inside her and managing to flick his thumb over her clit at the same time. Roughly five minutes of this left her writhing, aching for release. “Oh sweet Celestia, where did you learn to do this?!”
“Does it matter?” His voice, deep and husky as it resonated in the room, sent shivers down her spine. Opening her eyes, she raised her eyebrow in confusion as she saw him reaching up to grab his towel from around the shower nozzle he’d left it on. Lightning Dust noticed that his hands were shaking as he rolled up his towel, before moving to place it behind her head. When his arms came down he brought the rest of his body down over hers, placing the towel generously between her mane and the wet, hard-tiled floor below it.
“Lightning Dust, are you sure you really wanna do this? I don't want to make you do anything you’d be uncomfortable with…” There it was, that adorable inner struggle of hesitation, mixed with lots of testosterone and lust. It made her feel naughty, to be the only pony to see that combination on his face.
“Storm, I've been dying for you to just rutt me senseless for the last three weeks.” She grinned at his excited intake of breath, then mirrored the noise as he positioned his dick at her entrance.
“Just the last three weeks?” He questioned with a smirk. Before she could answer him, she began to feel him enter her. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his girth stretching her open, filling her with short, deep strokes until she’d finally felt her hips meet his. Her knees came up and back, and he pushed himself in and out of her slowly. He stopped however, when she started pushing on his shoulders, her breath ragged.
“C-Can't breathe,” she panted. He was heavy on top of her, with each of his thrusts pushing the breath from her lungs, and as much as she didn’t want it to stop, it was either stop him now, or pass out, at the rate he was going.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. Then, “what do you want me to do? I'm not exactly an expert here,” he said, as she noticed him gesturing to the shower room around them.
“It's okay. Just push back a little bit on your knees… that's it,” she said, encouraging him to hold his weight on his hands and knees. Snaking one hand down to the small of his back, and the other around his neck they began to move again, more carefully this time as he moved his hips at a slower, more comfortable pace. Feeling him inside her, Lightning Dust was able to maneuver her hips and wings, to a mutually satisfying position, eliciting continuous moans when Storm Chaser’s hips met hers in this new, pleasurable position, shooting a feeling similar to electricity through her stomach.
Watching as Storm bent his head lower, bringing her arms up and under her chest pushing her breasts up to his face. The feeling of Storm suddenly taking one of her nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the tip and gently biting every so often, made Lightning Dust gasp in delight. She could feel him quicken his pace as her moans became louder and more frequent, but couldn’t help but notice that his groans had begun sounding more pained than pleasant. She moved her hips to meet each of his thrusts, using her arms to push off the tile-floor as she arched her back and raised her chest to his mouth so as to compensate for their difference in size by allowing him to push further into her without the need to relinquish his attention from her chest. The way he was pushing in and out of her was perfectly in sync with his mouth and her body's growing need for fulfillment. When his head came away from her chest, she moved one hand to her chest, bringing one of her own nipples to her mouth she sucked eagerly, staring him in the eyes the entire time. Storm was transfixed on the sight of that joining, albeit blurred in the weak light.
Noticing that he had stopped moving in order to watch her, she began to rotate her hips in order to rub her clit against his stomach. Her movement clearly caught him by surprise, but he got the meaning behind it, and began thrusting back into her, their eyes still locked. After several strokes against his pelvis, her eyes widened and she gasped, going rigid for what felt like an eternity, until sparks flowed through her veins, electrifying every nerve in her body as she felt it reach her fingers and toes. She tightened her legs around Storm’s waist; they both knew she was close. Pushing the both of them off the floor with one arm, she produced a gasp of surprise as he lifted her up with his other arm, bearing all of her weight on his knees before his arms wrapped around her, his hands resting on the small of her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, burying her face into his broad shoulder and whimpering quietly as the change of position pulled her further around him, his thickness stretching her the deeper it went. He moved his head forward and softly bit the tip of her ear, moving his hand down to grab a handful of her ass and squeezed it roughly.
A tremor wracked her body as his final acts sent her over the edge; with a muffled scream she closed her eyes, biting down hard onto Storm’s shoulder and pulling him as close to her as possible. Her vision swam behind her eyelids; it felt as if every nerve in her body was crying out in euphoric joy. She could feel her muscles squeezing around his cock, hungrily attempting to coax out his own orgasm as she rode out the gradually receding waves that rocked her body. After what seemed like ages, her orgasm finally began to subside and her senses brought her back to reality once more. Her tear-laden eyes opened to meet his hazy emerald ones as he shuddered.
She could tell now that he had stopped moving for her; Storm had postponed his own orgasm so as to make hers as pleasurable as possible. She pressed her lips to his, trying her best to convey her gratitude to him any way she could as she sought dominance within his mouth. After several minutes the need for air was overpowering her desire to keep tasting him, and they broke apart with both of their faces flushed crimson. Lightning Dust could feel him pulsing inside her, his face belaying a look of desperation as he held back his release. Suddenly an idea came to her: She had always wanted to try a particular “fetish” but she’d heard from multiple mares that it was unpleasant and painful, yet she wouldn’t let herself be dissuaded. She wanted to reward Storm for his deeds, and she knew just how to do it. She slowly pushed herself off of him, groaning with disappointment at the sudden feeling of emptiness inside her as she reluctantly allowed him to leave her body. Lightning Dust crawled over him on all fours, smirking mischievously as she drank in the look of intensity he was giving her. She recognized the look of confusion about her actions flashing across his eyes, but she just smiled seductively. She turned around, her wet tail whipping through the air above his head as she presented herself to him, her ass directly in front of his face as she looked over her shoulder at him suggestively.
“Are you just gonna stare all day, Storm? Or do you wanna really… push yourself this time?” Lightning Dust moved one of her hands to her backside, teasingly pushing her tail off to the side and rubbing her ass, spreading it apart for him as a means of him getting a better look, and a clearer meaning behind her words.
She watched as Storm’s eyes widened at her suggestion. She held back her desire to shiver in anticipation as she watched him tentatively move forward, before feeling him spread her ass even further, as she saw him beginning to line himself up to her delicious-looking rear. Lightning Dust didn’t want any more foreplay, she wanted him inside her now. Her hand moved from her backside to his shaft, stroking him as she eagerly placed him at the entrance to her rear. She took a deep breath to prepare herself, moving her hand back by her side before noticing the discarded towel nearby. Finally having centered the head of his cock, she clenched her fists and bit down on the newly acquired soaked towel as Storm pushed forward, gradually increasing the pressure. Her tight hole resisted for a second before she placed all her focus into getting her muscles to relax, the pounding of her heart barely edging out the sound of the water from the shower hitting the floor.
Lightning Dust moaned into the towel, biting down hard and sucking the moisture out of it as Storm’s thick cock slowly entered her tight hole. She concentrated, adamant in her attempts at relaxing for him. However, it seemed more difficult than usual in her current state of excitement. She knew that the head would be the toughest part to take. She held her breath and bit down even more as she realized that she’d have to make her move. With a final push from her hips and Storm’s, the head slipped inside and all the air rushed out from her lungs as she screamed into the towel. The stretched muscles of her anus gripped him tightly, trapping it in a warm vice.
“Oh, s-sweet Celesti… Ah...” Storm Chaser moaned as Lightning Dust felt her anal canal reluctantly opening further to welcome him inside. Slowly she felt him slide in, inch by inch. He paused occasionally to let her adjust, until finally, his balls touched her hot, moistened outer-lips. She felt him stop his movement, as she took the moment to get used to painful sensation of his size as her insides wrapped around him, completely molding around his thickness as she felt him inside her, her wings twitching as she began losing focus over her muscles in short spasms. The room was silent, save for their heavy breathing, and the sound of the hot water running over them. She could feel Storm Chaser's leg muscles tremble against her backside as he waited for her to say or do something. It seemed like an eternity for both of them before she started to move back against him, turning her head to nod his way as a means of confirmation, as her hands almost threatened to tear the drenched towel beneath her head apart from the force of her tugging. She felt him pull his hips back, then pushing forward with a grunt, sliding all the way into her with one steady thrust.
Still gripping the towel tightly, Lightning Dust looked back at him again, inching her hips forward before slamming them down over his length. Shortly after sheathing him inside herself, she began to feel him move his hips to match hers, as she adjusted the towel so it was now underneath her sore knees. To her surprise, she felt him grab her tail with his hand, then release it suddenly, as if reluctant to commit to his decision. Lightning Dust reached back, grabbing his hand and making it hold onto her tail again. She knew what she was thinking would be a risk, but she didn’t want him holding back anymore. Looking over her shoulder at him, she fought to maintain her composure as she smirked, before she antagonized him further, “I thought you were gonna push me, or are you still too soft to be a real Wonderbolt, sir…?”
Lightning Dust yelped as she felt her tail suddenly get pulled away from her, a deep growl resonating from Storm Chaser’s throat as his other hand made sharp contact with her ass. For the first time Lightning Dust thought she might have gone to far, the throbbing in her rear not only reaching deep within her, but also the aching of her sensitive tail feeling like it was going to be ripped right out, not to mention the rather unexpected spanking, not that she didn’t welcome it. She felt him pull almost all the way out of her before slamming himself back inside, his thrusts became quicker and more forceful as she felt herself being stretched repeatedly to accommodate his thickness. Moaning, she gasped sharply as she felt his hand release her tail, before quickly grasping her mane and pulling, causing her back to arch and push her knees and breasts harder into the floor as she was laid out by sheer force. She moaned loudly at the new treatment; it was exhilarating for her as she focused soundly on the feeling of him rutting her into the tile floor.
Lightning Dust was, for the first time in her life, completely out of it. The sensations Storm was causing her body to have were unrelenting and powerful, his constant thrusts combined with her mane being pulled back left her in a state that any other mare would very unbecoming, but to herself, she simply saw him pushing her to her limits. Her eyes had almost rolled back into her skull, her tongue was lolling out of her mouth, and her voice hurt from her constant screams of painful pleasure. Somewhere in the haze of lust that clouded her mind, she sensed a shift in Storm’s pace as the throbbing inside her increased, as well as his speed. It was becoming faster, more urgent; she realized then that he was close and she knew that she wanted all of it. Her ass was pulsing and squeezing his dick without mercy, and against the force of him pulling on her mane, she looked over her shoulder, right into his eyes. She saw the anger that she’d caused, but it was eclipsed by the absolute desire he held to release himself, so she did the only thing she could think of, knowing she’d risk him holding back otherwise. With tears of delight falling down her cheeks, she whimpered involuntarily as she said the only word she knew she’d need to say: “I-Inside.”
Saying it, she knew that lone word was all Storm needed to hear. Within seconds, she felt him release her mane and grab her hips as she barely managed to produce the wherewithal to break her fall, forcing her arms in front of her to block the impact she’d almost had with the tile floor. Feeling him squeeze her hips, almost with enough force to crush them, a loud growl erupted out from him as he buried himself to hilt inside of her and released everything he had.
Lightning Dust could feel it: She could actually feel his hot seed pouring into her ass, coating her thoroughly. She knew that most mares would probably say that being able to sense it from within her body was impossible, that she only thought she knew how it felt. However, she knew what she was feeling, and she loved every second of it. Lightning Dust’s whole body was hot, not from the spray from the showerhead or the heat in the room, but instead from the inside: An inner-heat that made her strangely, satisfyingly full.
After a minute or so Storm lifted himself up and out of her, leaving her lying down momentarily as she continued to bask in the blissful state he’d put her in. Finally feeling the sensations begin to fade, she turned her attention to the sudden sight in front of her: Storm’s hand. Looking up, she could see him smiling down to her with a raised eyebrow, as she figured he was waiting for a reaction. Grabbing onto his hand, she allowed him to help her to her feet, before he stumbled back slightly from the force of her being pulled up to him; they were both exhausted from the exertion, which came as a surprise to neither of them. Lightning Dust felt something strange, looking down to witness the sight of his cum leaking down her leg, before it was swept away by the hot water from the showerhead. Blushing from the admittedly embarrassing sight, she looked back up into his eyes, grinning as she finally found her own footing.
“Wow, never knew you had it in you, sir.” Her grin grew even wider as she watched him raise his eyebrows. She knew he had several double entendres circling in his head, but instead of hearing him voice any of them, she felt him clutch a handful of her mane, bringing her face up for an intense kiss. She moaned deeply into his mouth, tangling her tongue with his as she sought to convey her pleasure at his actions, feeling him reciprocate the gesture by gently biting her lower lip. He broke the kiss when air became necessary again.
Smirking, he spoke up over the running water of the shower. “We don't have much longer before the warm water goes away. You should clean up a little.” Lightning Dust just nodded and moved under the spray of the shower head. As she began readying some shampoo for her fur, she turned and watched as Storm Chaser grabbed his towel off the floor and slip into the changing area as a means of allowing Lightning Dust to have some privacy as she finished up. She took her time, noticing the sounds of the door opening and closing several times in the meantime as she lathered up before getting to start her shower. It went without saying that, despite having been in the shower all this time, she needed it now, more than she did when she first entered.
When she was done she came through the area separating the changing area and the shower, she didn’t see Storm, or her uniform anywhere. Her mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that Storm, possibly still being peeved at her for her comment earlier, had run off with her uniform, leaving her to find her way back to the mares’ side of the academy naked in the dark. Lightning Dust was brought out of musings however by a loud thump. Looking up, she saw that a fully dressed Storm Chaser had tossed a backpack at her feet. Seeing the questioning look on her face, he explained himself to her.
“When I came back here I noticed that you didn’t have a clean change of clothes, so I took the liberty of heading to your room and grabbing you some dry, comfortable clothes.” She watched him scratch the back of his head sheepishly as he finished his explanation. Smirking at his nervous disposition, she began putting on the clean change of clothes he’d brought for her. “By the way, after hearing your roommate’s snoring for myself, I’ve gotta ask: How in the name of Luna do you sleep at night?”
“Well, you do a good job of wearing me out after practice, sir...” The blush he produced in return made her smirk as she continued getting dressed. When she’d finally finished changing, she couldn't resist pinching one of his cheeks as she walked by, which earned her a sharp smack on the ass in return. A few minutes of chasing ensued down the hall, wherein many playful slaps and pinches were exchanged before Storm finally pinned her to wall to ravish her mouth for a few minutes. He then slung both sets of gear, his and hers, over his shoulder and placed his free arm over Lightning Dust's shoulder as she wiped her mouth with her hand, staring up at him suggestively as she did so. Together they walked up to the dividing hallway of the academy, which was unlocked presumably thanks to him, as he helped her to her room before handing her equipment over to her. The hallway was empty, and Storm Chaser took advantage of this to speak to her before she’d head into her room to sleep.
“You know, I’m leaving for Canterlot tomorrow, I have a joint performance with the Royal Orchestra to practice for.” She looked down at the floor between them, ashamed for what he was going to say, and feeling a little upset about what she’d be saying to him, as she heard him continue to speak. “I really enjoyed tonight, but I don’t think that-” She cut him off, placing her finger against his lips tenderly.
“I know,” Lightning Dust replied, keeping her voice soft so as to not wake anypony nearby, “I enjoyed tonight as well, and I will never forget it, but I honestly had no intentions for you to be my coltfriend or anything. Besides, something between us right now would just slow us down, and in our profession that can ruin us.” She smiled up at him, hoping she had found the right words to express what she was trying to say.
She grew concerned for a moment as she watched Storm Chaser’s eyebrows rise in surprise, before his face relaxed. Letting out a sigh, she saw him smiling back at her as he spoke. “That makes sense Lightning Dust, just be sure to do your best, and when you make it to the team, because I know you will, we can have some more fun.” She felt determination return to her eyes as he said those words to her; it really meant something to her to have so much faith placed in her from somepony else. Before she could register what was happening, she saw him reach forward and tangle his hand in her mane, pulling her in once more for one last kiss. Her soft lips pressed against his, her arms coming up to rest on his shoulders, as she also brought her wings up, engulfing Storm in a tight but warm, feathery embrace. She could feel her knees growing weak once more, and realized that it wouldn’t do her any good to keep going, as tempting as it was to do so. After several minutes, their lips broke apart and he took a few seconds to really look her over once more, causing her to blush again. She flipped her golden mane and tail, traced her hand across the turquoise fur along her cheeks, and looked up at him, her golden eyes locking with his emerald ones as she couldn’t help but want their stare to keep going. She knew she could bring any stallion to their knees with her skills in the air, but tonight was a definite change of pace.
Feeling like it was killing her, she reluctantly pulled away from him, raising a curious eyebrow at the blush she could see on his darkened cheeks. She watched him turn around and walk back down the way they’d come from, as he raised his hand over his shoulder in a gesture of waving goodbye. If it wasn’t for the silver in his mane and tail she would’ve lost him in the shadows cast by Princess Luna’s moon. She knew that determination for joining the Wonderbolts had increased tenfold when she watched him turn around the corner, her cheeks flushing once more as she watched him take one last, long glance at her before continuing down the path to the stallions’ side of the academy. Turning around, her senses returned to her as her heart finally stopped pounding in her ears, as she opened the door. She heard the obnoxious snoring of her roommate, saw her dresser drawers opened and clothes tossed about carelessly, and she cringed as she soon had begun to finally feel the telltale tension between her thighs that told her she'd be sore in the morning. Despite all of it, she couldn’t help but smile. It was well worth it.
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Author's Note
HELLO EVERYPONY! I'm back and I hope you enjoyed this story of mine, please let me know what you think! Either PM me or comment I don't care which. Big shout out to ShimmeringStallion my editor, and of course to you guys for sticking with me through this creative drought I've been having. I have other projects Including but not limited to "Andrew Redfield's" backstory and an Octavia Fic in mind, however those will take some time. Love the support from you guys.
Stay Classy Everypony - CobaltDrake
