Chapters 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.
You wanna be a Wonderbolt don't ya?
Thunderlane nervously paced back and forth. Soarin hadn't told him what time to go and see him, and it was almost 10. Was that too late? Too early? Thunderlane really didn't want to appear desperate, but he also didn't want to seem uninterested, for he certainly was more then interested in Soarin. Still, Thunderlane couldn't figure out exactly why Soarin wanted him. Thunderlane had always assumed that Soarin could have pretty much any mare or stallion he wanted, so why did he want somepony as plain as Thunderlane?
Thunderlane decided he would have to play hard to get to keep Soarin interested in him. He knew from experience that the more out of his league a pony was, the more desirable they were to him, and he wanted Soarin to desire him. Thunderlane summoned all the courage and confidence he had. He would need it.
Not too far away, a blue Wonderbolt captain was becoming anxious. True, he hadn't given Thunderlane a time to see him, but it was getting rather late and Soarin was getting tired.
"Maybe I was too forward with him" Soarin said aloud to himself. Maybe he had come on too strong, and Thunderlane was intimidated by him. But it was only because Soarin wanted him really badly. It was true that Soarin could sleep with almost any mare he wanted, even some stallions, but all of them wanted him simply for his fame. When he had kissed Thunderlane, he was only intending to have a quick buck and then forget that Thunderlane existed.
But the spark he felt when he had looked into Thunderlane's eyes was indescribable. What he saw was a pony who wanted him, not because he was a celebrity, but because of who he was on the inside.
"That's stupid" A little voice inside his head had told him. "He doesn't even know the real you."
But Soarin was sure he had seen something else in those eyes.
At 10:30 Thunderlane decided to just go for it and hope for the best. He nervously left the dorm and made his way to where he knew the Wonderbolts slept. As he was trotting down the corridor that lead to Soarin's room, he saw another pony standing outside Soarin's room fiddling with the door. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Soarin.
"Be cool Thunderlane" he told himself. He started to make his way towards Soarin, but somehow managed to trip over his own hooves and tumbled towards Soarin. Turning around at the sound of a pony hitting the cloud, Soarin saw a dazed Thunderlane look up at him. Soarin couldn't help noticing how cute Thunderlane had looked in the fraction of time it had taken him to realize that Soarin was standing in front of him.
"H-hi" Thunderlane said, rubbing the front of his snout with a hoof. Soarin smiled down at him.
"Have a nice trip?" he quipped, smiling warmly. Thunderlane giggled, a sound that made Soarin's wings rise yet again. Soarin extended a hoof to Thunderlane and helped him up.
"Yer pretty late man" Soarin said in that husky voice that made Thunderlane's hooves tingle.
"Coming early isn't always best though" Thunderlane replied confidently. Soarin looked at him for a second, and then threw his head back and laughed. Thunderlane joined him and both colts giggled like schoolfillies. The joke had helped ease the tension between them and soon Soarin was looking at Thunderlane with a familiar look of arousal.
Without another word, Soarin unlocked his door and motioned for Thunderlane to enter, slapping his plot with a wing as he did. Thunderlane stiffened at the touch of Soarin's wing against his bare flank, and had to fight the urge to tackle Soarin to the ground and... do many things to him. Soarin followed him and locked the door behind them.
Soarin's room reflected him in so many ways. His four poster bed was swathed in a mass of royal blue silks that resembled his coat almost perfectly, and the walls were covered in Wonderbolt posters. The window above his bed was open and the bed was covered in a shimmering sheen of moonlight. On a small desk opposite the bed sat a few small candles that were already lit, bathing the room in a comfortable light that was neither too bright nor too dark. It felt private and separated from the rest of the world.
Turning to look at Soarin, Thunderlane's heart jumped as he saw the look of lust in Soarin's green eyes. Thunderlane remembered to play hard to get, so he pretended not to notice Soarin's obvious want for him.
"I've been reading your file" Soarin told him.
"And from what I've seen, you should already be a Wonderbolt." Thunderlane's stomach warmed at the compliment, but he wondered where Soarin was going with this.
"You think so?" he said, pretending to be interested in one of the posters. Soarin walked up to him and gently touched a hoof to Thunderlane's chest.
"I could put in a good word for you, you know? I could make you a Wonderbolt tomorrow if you... impress me."
These words angered Thunderlane ever so slightly. Did Soarin really think that all he wanted from him was a status upgrade? Sure, he wanted to be a Wonderbolt, but sleeping with Soarin for that reason seemed wrong and unfair on the other cadets. When Thunderlane said nothing, Soarin removed his hoof from his chest. Soarin could tell he had said something wrong.
"I'm serious. You wanna be a Wonderbolt, don't ya?"
That was enough playing hard to get for Thunderlane. Turning to Soarin, Thunderlane suddenly grabbed his mane and pulled him into a kiss. No tongue was involved, but it was enough to get Soarin's attention. Thunderlane finally returned Soarin's lustful advances and their eyes met, both flaming with passion.
"I don't need to be bribed" Thunderlane whispered very quietly, his lips barely leaving Soarin's. Thunderlane's warm breath tickled Soarin's chin, and Soarin's legs gave out. Thunderlane twirled him around and lay Soarin's body gently on the edge of the bed and Soarin's wings fluffed outwards, making Thunderlane grin.
Soarin recovered his rational thought and sat up. Thunderlane held Soarin's thigh's apart with both his hooves, revealing Soarin's most.. prominent feature. Being a pony, Soarin was bucking huge, at least 12 inches long and 3 inches thick. A small drop of precum ran from the tip of his continually hardening dick that was a shade lighter then the rest of his coat. Thunderlane's own cock hardened just looking at it. Soarin lay back, proudly displaying his dick, which he was quite proud of.
Thunderlane took one of Soarin's smooth balls in his mouth and sucked it gently. Soarin gasped with the pleasure of Thunderlane's tongue displaying such attention on him. Slowly licking upwards, Thunderlane lapped all the way up Soarin's erect penis until eventually Soarin's entire dick was coated in Thunderlane's warm saliva. Only then, when Soarin was moaning for it, did Thunderlane take his entire dick in his mouth. The feeling of Soarin's hard, throbbing manhood down his throat made Thunderlane harder then he had ever been.
Thunderlane bobbed his head up and down Soarin tasting his cock, which tasted sweet and forbidden. It was an amazing feeling to pleasure this beautiful stallion and have him squirm under the influence of Thunderlane's eager tongue, and Soarin was barely able to breath with the excitement he was feeling. His breaths came in gasps as his wings twitched.
"Buck 'Lane, this feels amazing" Soarin managed to stammer out.
Thunderlane angled his mouth so that Soarin's dick slid along the roof of his mouth and took all 12 inches of Soarin's breathtaking cock down his throat. Soarin gripped the blankets.
"I-I'm gonna..."
Before he could finish, Soarin's dick twitched. Soarin closed his eyes in ecstasy as he emptied his seed into Thunderlane's waiting mouth, coating his throat with a thick flood of semen. Thunderlane tasted Soarin's cum and it tasted slightly salty, and incredibly hot. Thunderlane almost came on the spot.
Licking the last trails of sperm that had oozed down the length of Soarin's still hard dick, Thunderlane relished the flavor. It was the very essence of sex and it made Thunderlane's wings grow hard as steel. Soarin flopped onto his back with a satisfied grin. After a few moments, he reached out and pulled Thunderlane on top of him.
Oh no, they were not done yet.
You wanna be a Wonderbolt don't ya?
Thunder expected Soarin to be completely spent, but that wasn't the case at all. On the contrary, he seemed even harder then before. Soarin noticed his questioning glance.
"It does help to know a couple unicorns" he answered to Thunderlane's unspoken question. Reaching under one of his pillows, he pulled out a small green pill and offered it the grey pegasus on top of him. This made Thunderlane anxious. Sure, he sort of trusted Soarin, but they had only interacted for a day. What if he was some sort of deviant who got off to drugging ponies and hurting them?
"Dude, relax. You're thinking too much about this." Soarin stroked Thunderlane's cheek softly, easing his fears. Thunderlane's coat tingled under Soarin's caring touch and he leaned forward and swallowed the pill. It tasted bitter, but Thunderlane had taken worse things down his throat.
After a few seconds, Thunderlane felt a heady rush of adrenalin coarse through his veins. His breath trembled as blood rushed to his dick, making it stretch across Soarin's chest. Thick globs of precum trickled out wetting Soarin's tuft of chest fur. Soarin wrapped his forelegs around Thunderlane's thick meat and started getting him off while gently licking the tip of his flared dick, tasting the pegasi's sweet seed.
"Damn...that feels so good"
Thunderlane's wings beat furiously and sweat rolled down his snout. He was getting so close, when Soarin stopped. Heaving Thunderlane off him, Soarin got off the bed and stood above the grey pegasi.
"What are you-"
Soarin cut him off with a hoof to his mouth.
"Turn around and lay on your stomach" he commanded with an air of lust driven purpose. Thunder's first emotion was anger.
'Buck, he's ordering me around like a little bitch' he thought to himself. 'I hate being told what to do.'
'So why do I like it when he tell me what to do?'
Thunderlane obliged, giving the blue pegasi a perfect view of his flank. Soarin licked his hoof and began rubbing it on Thunder's tight tailhole making him squirm with pleasure. Lowering his snout until it touched Thunder's balls, Soarin tentatively licked Thunderlane's testicles, taking each of them in his mouth and rolling them around inside while rubbing Thunderlane's soaking tailhole. He experimented with licking the very base of Thunder's shaft and allowing his wet balls to hang on either side of his tongue, their heavy musk filling his mind with very naughty things.
Thunderlane's eyes screwed up and his cheeks grew hotter. Never in his dreams had he ever imagined anything feeling this good.
Turning his attention to the future, Soarin stopped rubbing Thunder's ass and inserted his tongue into it instead, making the recruit gasp and wriggle with pleasure. Once Thunderlane's entire crotch had been positively marinated in Soarin spit, the Wonderbolt flipped him around.
Their colthoods throbbed eagerly, twitching every few seconds. Thunderlane was barely able to speak with the tingling in his cock and the adrenalin in his veins, but he summoned his sexiest voice.
"I really need you Soarin. I want that big dick of yours inside me right now." Soarin grinned down at him evilly.
"You'll get it bud, don't you worry. But not right now." Soarin pushed Thunderlane to the middle of the bed and lay on top of him, their cocks sliding against each other. They grinded against each other with the sexual desperation only a stallion could feel. Soarin's spit mixed with Thunder's pre was too much for either of them to handle. The feeling of two huge, hot cocks, slick with sweat, spit and cum, rubbing on each other pushed them over the edge.
Soarin came first, shooting sticky white ropes of semen onto Thunderlane's chest where it coated both of their dicks making them more slipperyerer (That's totally a word). Thunder's own cock throbbed and he emptied his balls all over Soarin's dick. They rolled off each other panting and satisfied, but Thunderlane couldn't help feeling a bit put out that they hadn't gone further.
That didn't last long. After a few minutes, the lovers felt their hearts pound yet again as tingles of passion flowed through their systems. Soarin turned breathlessly to the golden gaze of his lover.
"You ready for another round?" Thunderlane's colthood twitched in response. Returning Soarin's lusty look, Thunderlane leant over and nibbled Soarin's neck. The blue pegasi allowed this to go on for a while, but soon pushed him away.
"There'll be time for cuddling and stuff later. I'm going to fuck you now." The sheer honesty and confidence in those words made Thunderlane's legs quiver like jelly, both in excitement and nervousness. He had given a few blowjobs, but nopony had ever violated his back passage. His inner voice piped up again.
'You knew this was going to happen sometime this evening. You know you want it.'
It was completely true. Never had Thunderlane wanted anything more then he wanted Soarin's dick in him right now.
Scooping up the mixture of their cum from his chest, Thunder stood upon the bed. He wiggled his plot in front of Soarin's face and rubbed his ass with the cream he had gathered.
"Come on and do it then" he growled in a bestial animalistic need, feeling the deep hunger all beings do to mate, to love and to be loved.
Soarin got put and wrapped his powerful forelegs around Thunderlane's midsection. H put his snout to Thunder's ear and nibbled it slightly while whispering.
"Are you sure you want me to? Trust me, it hurts the first couple times and you look like you haven't done this very often. I don't wanna hurt you."
Does he really care about me like that?
The knowledge that he was rubbing himself with his own cum and Soarin's made up Thunder's mind for him.
"I don't care how much it hurts. I need you so bad, I swear I'll die if you don't claim my ass right now." Pulling him closer, Soarin licked Thunderlane's glowing cheek.
"Well we wouldn't want that. Lie on your back again."
Laying on back underneath Soarin made Thunderlane feel vulnerable. His wings spread out and his dick exposed like this, Soarin could do whatever he wanted to him. And he loved the thought.
Soarin placed his cock in between Thunder's cheeks (and not the ones on his head) and slowly slid his colthood up and down Thunder's tailhole, getting himself slick and wet with their shared essences. Once he was nice and hard and his dick was drenched in their cum, Soarin rubbed the tip of his flare on Thunder's tight hole.
Thunderlane was so nervous he couldn't will himself to open. His tailhole stayed firmly shut.
"Come on man, you really gotta relax, or this just won't work." Soarin's voice carried a caring undertone which was very genuine. For some reason, he liked this guy a lot. Maybe it was because Thunderlane was a Celestiadammned sexy beast.
Or maybe it was the light in his beautiful eyes. The light that expressed love and emotion for Soarin, not because he was a Wonderbolt, but because he was Soarin Windsong.
Taking a deep breath, Thunderlane willed his body to submit to Soarin's throbbing desires. Which wasn't very difficult with the looks Soarin was giving him. The blue Wonderbolt stroked a hoof up Thunderlane's back and pressed it into the base of his wings. The feeling was like getting an intense massage and it was very calming.
Thunder's hole gradually loosened and Soarin looked him in the eyes one last time.
"Last chance to change your mind. Once I start, I won't stop." Thunderlane gave him a sex driven grin.
"Don't you dare stop."
"Well then' said Soarin, lining himself up.
"Here we go."
You wanna be a Wonderbolt don't ya?
Things Burn Out / The End
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