You wanna be a Wonderbolt don't ya?

The sun had just risen, signaling the arrival of a new day. The city of Cloudsdale was quiet and peaceful. However, that would soon change.

The rays of the sun fell upon a certain cloud containing the training center of a certain group of celebrity fliers. As the sun streamed through the windows, a room full of Wonderbolt cadets slept soundly. You'd think they would learn by now.

"Alright ladies, get the buck up NOW!" the painfully loud voice of Spitfire pierced the ears of every one of the ten cadets sleeping. They awoke with a jolt, one of them falling off his bed and rolling towards Spitfire to end up a her hooves. Spitfire looked at the pony below her with a mixture of anger and amusement.

"Get up Thunderlane."

Thunderlane really didn't want to get up. He was having the nicest dreams about... well stallions. Big, sexy stallions had played through his mind all night, making him restless and in need of release, which was difficult to come by in a training center full of stallions who were obsessed with mares. Pegasi were more accepting of coltcuddlers then Earth ponies or Unicorns were, but the majority of pegasi were still straight.

"Uhhmfhmm" was all a sleepy Thunderlane could reply. Getting to his hooves and rubbing his eyes, he flared his dark grey wings, stretching all the sleep out of them. Spitfire glared at him, and he obediently lined up with the other cadets who were pulling themselves sorrowfully from the comfort of their warm beds. Banishing the naughty thoughts he had of the pony in front of him, he stood up straight.

"That was SLOPPY!" Spitfire shouted again, a tad unnecessarily. She continued. "If you were taking a little nap in a cloud and a twister just happened to show up, you'd all have ended up injured or worse. How do you expect to become Wonderbolts if you're taken by surprise so easily?"

The small mass of pegasi just looked at their hooves, as if they only just discovered they had them. Spitfire continued her little speech.

"Today, you will continue with your drills as usual, but there will be constant surprises. To test your reaction rates, we will be doing whatever we can to distract you from your training. Training starts in 15 minutes." Spitfire said with a somewhat evil grin, as she walked out of the room.

Thunderlane shook himself once more and pulled on his smooth Wonderbolt Training Uniform. It looked similar to the Wonderbolt's actual uniform, except it was grey and shorter. His light blue mane stuck up as it always did. He had never needed to brush it or comb it, as it always ended up getting messed up in the wind, and now it was stuck in a permanently mohawk-like state. Blinking the last bits of sleep from his golden eyes, Thunderlane decided to skip breakfast. He wanted to be the first pony out there, flying the practice track. He really wasn't hungry and he was determined to make the Wonderbolt captains notice him, especially Soarin. Soarin and his big... wings had been the object of some of Thunderlane's more sensual fantasies. He couldn't help but admire Soarin, as most mares and some stallions in Equestria did, and there was certainly a lot to admire. If he were a more daring pony, Thunderlane would have asked out Soarin weeks ago, but he didn't know which way Soarin swung, and he didn't want to be thrown out of the Academy.

Still thinking about Soarin and the other harem of stallions that had entertained him last night, Thunderlane left the dorm room and made his way to the outside cloud, where the racetrack was situated, only to find that he was not the only pegasi who had that idea. This didn't surprise him as much as the other pegasi's identity did. It was like fate had her own plans for Thunderlane's future, for there in front of him stood a beautiful light blue pegasus with an unkempt mane.

"S-Soarin Windsong?" Thunderlane nervously approached the Wonderbolt vice captain. What was a Wonderbolt doing training?

Soarin looked up at the mention of his name. He was poised to take off, but stopped and turned to look at the almost black pegasus that had called him.

"Hey dude" he called out in a friendly tone. Of all the Wonderbolts, Soarin was the least serious of them. Thunderlane sometimes wondered how he had managed to become one at all, although, Thunderlane thought and wondered many things about Soarin. Soarin's husky voice made the tips of Thunderlane's wings tingle as he considered all the things he would like to do to him.

"Thunderlane right?"

"Y-yeah that's me" Thunderlane nervously answered. Here he was, talking to the second most powerful pony in the Wonderbolts, and the pony who had paraded naked for him in his dreams. Soarin cocked his head at Thunderlane.

"What are ya doin' out here so early?" Soarin asked suspiciously. Normally cadets didn't start training until they absolutely had to. Thunderlane didn't quite know how to answer.

"Well, I d-decided to start early today, I guess."

Soarin smiled at his spirit and ambition. "Race me" he said, grinning cockily.

Thunderlane was taken aback. "What?"

"You heard me. I wanna race you." came the reply, making Thunderlane's wings rise ever so slightly.

"B-but you're a Wonderbolt. You'll easily beat me." Even as he said this, Thunderlane knew it wasn't quite true. He was the fastest flier in his dorm. Considering the times he had seen Soarin fly, he might have a chance if he flew really hard. Soarin chuckled.

"Ha ha, nah. I've seen you fly dude, and let me tell you, you are fast." Soarin genuinely meant it. Thunderlane couldn't help blushing at the unexpected compliment. He found himself admiring the way Soarin's lean, muscular body looked in his tight rubber suit. Thunderlane soon found his gaze lingering on Soarin's plot, and what a plot that was. Suddenly, his wings fluffed open, twitching rigidly. They both knew what this meant.

Thunderlane's blush deepened and he attempted to close his wings, with no success. Soarin looked at him with an indescribably blank face.

"Are you..." Soarin's eyes opened fully in surprise.

"Umm... I don't... "

Soarin looked at Thunderlane's wings. They were fairly large, and you know what they say about big wings. Big wings come with other large things. Soarin had also been experiencing some irritation at the lack of sex in his life. Spitfire had told him it would be unethical to sleep with the cadets they were training, but Soarin didn't see why, as long as they were okay with it.

Nopony knew, but Soarin was a coltcuddler. He didn't tell anypony and occasionally went out with a mare or two to keep up his image, but in reality, Soarin Windsong was incredibly gay. And here, right in front of him was a stallion who, by the look of his wings and the adorable blush on his cheeks was begging for some love. Buck what Spitfire said, I'm doing this.

"Come with me" was all Soarin said aloud. Thunderlane avoided his gaze.

"I have training in 15 minutes and I-I don't wanna be late" he said, knowing full well that Soarin would be angry with him if he knew what he was thinking. Soarin laughed.

"I'm a captain, remember? If Spitfire asks why you're late, just tell her I demanded to speak to you. Which, by the way, is true. I demand to speak to you."

The casual tone of Soarin's voice eased some of Thunderlane's fears. He decided he would have to go anyway, or Soarin might get more mad at him. His cheeks burned, his stomach fluttered, as he followed Soarin to his office. Soarin's office was plain, occupied by a single window and a desk, covered in important looking papers. Soarin closed and locked the door behind them. He then trotted over to the window and drew the curtains, while Thunderlane stood awkwardly waiting to be yelled at. His wings were folded back at his side, as he realized he was in trouble.

"Well now that we're alone, would you like to tell me why you got a wingboner back there?" Soarin couldn't have been more open, but he had to make sure Thunderlane was okay with what he was about to do. Thunderlane looked at the cloud floor and said nothing. If Soarin found out he liked colts, he would never be a Wonderbolt.

Soarin was done playing around. Done hiding his feelings.Done watching hot colts come and go and not being able to do a thing with them. He walked over to the shy pony and placed a hoof underneath Thunderlane's jaw. Thunderlane stiffened at the touch, in more ways then one. His wings shot up again.

Soarin slowly brought Thunderlanes head up and looked into his gold eyes. Thunderlane knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't stop himself staring into the two green lights that were Soarin's eyes.

Then, Soarin locked his lips with Thunderlane's. Shocked, Thunderlane could barely respond. Instinct took over, and he opened his lips, allowing Soarin to fill his mouth with his tongue. Thunderlane dragged a hoof through Soarin's messy mane and pulled him closer with a desperate need.This what what both of them had always wanted, and now that they were getting it, they couldn't stop themselves. Soarin obliged, while still kissing him passionately. Their eyes closed and their wings opened, stiffening every few minutes. Electric shocks ran down Thunderlane's body and the butterflies in his stomach intensified as he realized he was getting his first real kiss from the sexy stallion he had wanted for weeks.

Soarin rubbed the area between Thunderlane's wings with one hoof, while holding his jaw in the other. Thunderlane decided to try being a bit more dominant. He used his body to push Soarin onto the desk, scattering papers everywhere in their frenzy of passion. Thunderlane regrettably broke the kiss and looked into Soarin's beautiful eyes for permission to continue. Soarin nodded, shivering with anticipation.

Thunderlane tentatively licked Soarin's chest, making his fur turn a darker shade of blue. Soarin gasped at the feeling of Thunderlane lovingly licking his chest. Soarin's heart beat faster and faster as Thunderlane licked upwards, slowly getting closer to Soarin's face. Thunderlane relished the taste of Soarin's fur , as it tasted fresh and slightly of mint. Soarin's eyes closed again and his wings hardened to the point where they were almost immobile. Thunderlane enjoyed the feeling of power over the sky blue pegasus.

Thunderlane's trembling legs couldn't support him anymore and he fell on top of Soarin, who pulled him into another deep kiss.

"SOARIN? YOU IN THERE?" Spitfire yelled.

The door rattled, making the pegasi jump out of their coats. Thunderlane quickly got off Soarin and they both stood quietly. Soarin looked at his office with a small smile. Small part of the window was uncovered by the curtain and the glass misted over with the sheer heat that had radiated from their bodies, and papers were scattered everywhere.

They kept silent and soon, Spitfire's hooves were heard trotting away from the office. Once they were sure they were safe, Soarin looked at Thunderlane with loving eyes.

"Now probably isn't the best time huh?"

"N-no it's not" Thunderlane stuttered.

Soarin looked at the calendar on his wall.

"How about we finish this later tonight?" he said, winking at Thunderlane, whose stomach did back flips.

"Oh-Umm... ok" Thunderlane had nothing to say, for nothing needed to be said. He opened the door and trotted out, leaving Soarin alone in his office.

Tonight's gonna be fun.