Becoming a Wonderbolt

by Royal Radiance

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Romance, Sex, Spitfire
Length: 2883

When Soarin tries out to be a Wonderbolt, he meets the soon to be captain, Spitfire and things get intimate.

The story of Soarin's introduction to the Wonderbolts and the affair he has that quickly gains him title of assistant captain. Warning: contains BDSM, so if you're not into that, turn away.

Published 2014-12-24 16:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-24 16:20:01 UTC

Getting jiggy with it

Passing the entrance Exam

This was it, the final race which determined who became a Wonderbolt and who went home. Soarin was confident, being the contestant with the highest amounts of points. This, he had envisioned and dreamed about since he was a colt and he was so close to tasting victory of his long life aspiration. The starter pony entered off the side of the starting line and counted down.

“Three… two… one,” - the pony’s starter gun shot, signaling the start of the race “go!”

Soaring exploded out of the start, covering his opponents behind in clouds that blew off from his ebullient take off. He raced through the obstacles and nearly hit some as he neared super sonic speeds. He quite frankly left his competition in the dust, well almost all of them. A grey stallion rocketed behind Soarin, gaining on him as he weaved in and out of rings and bridges. He and Soarin were neck and neck and the last obstacle was in sight, unfortunately for the two only one could fit at a time and after this obstacle was the finish. Soarin huffed a deep breath to accommodate the extra speed he needed to get in front of his competitor. His attempt proved successful as the challenger was forced to slam into the obstacle and nearly. He flew to the finish with nearly enough speed required to cause a sonic rainboom. He was greeted at the finish line by his competitor and a recognizable yellow mare.

“ Wow, rookie, you nearly became the second most recent pony to perform a sonic rainboom,” She exclaimed “ and I might include a new academy record! I’ve been waiting for a stallion of your ability to join my ranks. Oh yeah, if you don’t already recognize me already, I’m Spitfire, how’s about you?”

“Soarin and it’s an honor to meet you. Am I correct that Captain Windgale is resigning soon, leaving you to be captain?”

“ Yes, the rumors are true. It’s both sad and exciting for us all. Anyway who’s your rival, Soarin?”

“ Fleetfoot’s the name and racing’s my game,” Fleetfoot exclaimed proudly.

“ Yeah and crashing into the last obstacle is too,” Spitfired quipped “ You need a bit of work with control. And I should add you and your buddy are on the team!”

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” Soarin shouted like a school fillie in the presence of their pop idol.

“ Well somepony’s excited,” remarked Spitfire “ Let’s eat while talking about each other in the mess hall and discuss your schedule and rules and what not.”

So the three members entered into the mess hall and luckily they had first pick of meals since they finished first. The food was warm and fresh, perfect meal to have after an anguishing try outs.

“ So where are you two from and how did you become interested in joining the wonderbolts,” inquired Spitfire.

Soarin answered first,” I’m from Cloudsdale and I become interested in becoming a wonderbolt since my uncle was the wonderbolts talent scout. One day he invited me and my family to attend a race and I accidently said I wanted to race. My parents were excited to have a superstar son so they pressured me to enter junior speedsters race league. I didn’t want to race at first and only did it to avoid disappointing my parents. I then started racing and the naturally begun to warm up to it. Ever since then I’ve been trying to join the Bolts.”

Next was for Fleetfoot,” I’m from Ponyville, surprising considering most pegasuses are born in Cloudsdale. When I was eight I moved to Cloudsdale and saw my first race. Not only was I wanting to race because it seemed naturally pleasing, but also since my father was a Wonderbolt in that race. Ever since then I’ve been trying to carry on my new-formed family tradition.”

The three continued to discuss Wonderbolts procedure and policy. After that they got to know each other better. Fleetfoot started to become bored with conversation and left the two to go talk to the other new members. The two finished their meals and then continued their conversation.

“You know, Soarin, even though I’ve only known you for about twenty minutes, you’re quite an interesting stallion. Hey, since the captain and I aren’t going to share the same room anymore, how’s about you live with me,” Spitfire remarked then continued in a seductive voice,” You know you can be my assistant captain if you earn it,” she winked with a taunting grin.

Soarin was trying to half believing that she was offering. It wasn’t because he didn’t understand what was going on, rather he was half pretending to make it out a different way. Yes, he had a crush on her since she joined the bolts but he had only known her for twenty minutes. The thing was though it felt like they knew each other for years, must be since they have a lot in common. The prospect of immediately becoming assistant captain and his first ride was irresistible on the other end. In the end these two promises were almost too good to be true and decide for it.

“ Soarin, hello, hello,” asked Spitfire, breaking Soarin out of his contemplative state.

“ Oh, sorry, I was considering it and I decided on yes but the only thing is this would be my first time, is that ok?”
“Yeah it’s okay, but a looker like you should have mares mobbing you all the time, I don’t understand.”

“I did have my fair share of competition between me, though I was always too nervous to talk straight to them, let alone ask them for sex.”

Spitfire motioned toward the direction of their room,” Hey, how’s about you and I go to somewhere more private and I can help you learn.”

The two then headed to their room to start their night.

Training day

Getting jiggy with it

Soarin’s heart raced as he held hooves and ran to their room. They raced to the bedroom impetuously and sat on the bed. Spitfire started by striping Soarin out of his race gear as he did the same to Spitfire. She glanced down to see a rising member slowly emerging from it’s sheath and licked her lips as she waited for it to become fully erect.

She started to stroke the Stallionhood and occasionally gave the tip a lick which caused Soarin to moan. She continued this and seized to stroke him. She started by slowly licking the base to the tip as he moaned in delight. Her licks then started to be more rapid and more intense, Soarin gasped as she made this change. She then next put the tip in his mouth, sucking on it as Soarin’s moans became more intense. Next she started to take more of his length in, intensifying his pleasure. She noticed that he was pulsing and coming close to orgasm and stopped sucking on him.

“ Ah, ah,ah,” Spitfire said in authoritative tone,” you can’t cum now, we’re only getting started. Ok, now eat me out.”

Soarin obeyed as he got on his back and let Spitfire sit on his face. He started by licking her folds as she moaned in ecstasy. He continued to make his tongue dance like flames as it went deeper inside her. He searched out some time in her tunnel, looking for her clit. After a couple of minutes of searching, he struck gold. He then vigorously increased his speed as she started to shriek in delight. Right before he finished her off, she got off his face.

“ I don’t want to cum yet,” Spitfire stated,” we haven’t reached the fun part yet and I don’t want to cum before we do it for real. Mount me Soarin, make me your mare,” she exclaimed seductively.

He did as she pleased and allowed for Spitfire to get on her hooves and raise her butt up, revealing her marehood for Soarin to clearly observe. He started slow in a consistent rhythm, causing the two to moan as he started to pound her.

“ Come on, rookie, I saw how fast you can fly, so rut me harder”

He nodded in agreement as his hips started to rock in faster than he was pulling out. Her love tunnel was condensing on Soarin’s slightly larger than average dick, causing his moans to heighten in pitch. Unable to think, Spitfire’s tongue lay exposed and out her mouth as Soarin started to accelerate his gyrations. They were both close so after Spitfire’s tunnel progressively gripping him harder causing the two to both shriek in ecstasy as they both came. A small amount of Soarin’s cum dripped onto the bed and mixed with the majorities of Spitfire’s. The two huffed together in bed before they started talking again.

“ How was your first time,” asked Spitfire as she gave him a seductive wink.

“Absolutely amazing,” exclaimed Soarin “ It felt like all the holidays, including my birthday were combined into one moment. Could we do this next night?”

“Sure, and how’s about we try a bit of anal?”

“Fine I guess. You know, even though I’ve known you for only about three hours now, I feel as if I’ve known you for years. I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“I feel the same. I love you too”

And with that they kissed each other goodnight and drifted asleep.

Author's Note

This again is my first clopfic, but worry not since I've seen my fair share of good fics. Also tell me if I miss any spelling/grammatical errors and how I could improve my writing style. I'm always up for good advice and some help. Thanks

Getting jiggy again

Training day

The two ponies awoke from the somber condition, also covered in last night’s sex. Soarin quickly went for the showers as Spitfire gather breakfast for the two, hoping nopony noticed her particular scent. She luckily went through unnoticed and returned back to their room with Soarin freshly clean coat’s shampoo scent filling the room. Spitfire left for the showers after q then trotted over to the cloudiseum. Soarin soon joined her in the Wonderbolt’s indoor training facility used only when either a teammate was new, missed new material, or the weather was too dangerous for even the Wonderbolts.
“ So today you have introduction to basic maneuvers. More simply put, your basic moves.
First I want to see you corkscrew in to that obstacle ring,” Spitfire commanded.
He did as told, spiraling into the ring. Next he was commanded to do a triple helix flip formation.
“Don’t worry, most rookies aren’t able to perform this their first few tries,” Spitfire assured.
Being the incredibly talented flyer he was one of the twelve few who did this task within three times. He next needed twenty laps around the stadium. The couches watched closely, for whomever stopped had to run five more laps for every time they are caught. Next he went into ascension training, pushing the limits of how quick he could reach his peak altitude, which was higher than average,

Soarin was definitely showing his worth as a skilled flyer and not some other speed demon. Speed isn’t bad though agility and gracefulness are required to be a Wonderbolt at all times. He was showing the marks of a naturally genius flyer, pulling off difficult maneuvers for the regular member rather than the novice. Spitfire got wind of his excellent performance and was in shock at the moves that he was able to pull off as a novice Wonderbolt, he was performing one stage above his own, and without training before to boot.
“Excellent work, rookie,” Spitfire complemented “ And you should treasure that complement, since I don’t give them out often, makes them more special I suppose. Anyway I may need to stop calling you a rookie, clearly you’ve imitated our maneuvers or are just naturally excellent flyer. For being this skilled, I see that our training session need to end early. There are just no beginning lessons I can teach you. You know what, how’s about you and I race, winner gets bits, loser is dominated in the bedroom tonight.”
“You’re on,” said Soaring in a half-confident tone. It was sort of a win/win. Even though he would lose bits if he lost, Soarin fantasized about being dominated by his partner. He also was thinking of all the dirty things he would do if he dominated, Spitfire he imagined, seemed to hate being dominated.
“Ok we’re racing in the exam track, to keep it fair for both of us.”
The two approached the starting line of the track, Celestia's sun fas falling, giving way to Luna’s moon. She said to him on your mark, get set, go! The two were off side by side, but the obstacles could only fit one. Huffing, like before he gained extra speed needed to overtake Spitfire. She was shocked that a rookie with hardly any training was out flying her already.
With Soarin making it through the first obstacle and Spitfire slamming, in shocked defeat. The thing was she wasn’t done yet. They were on the final stretch and Soarin was nearing the finish but Spitfire was traveling quicker than him causing her to rainboom, surprisingly, it wasn’t enough. Spitfire’s mouth was gaping, was this really happening?
She stuttered in disbelief,” You-you- beat me. A rookie beat me, how in Celestia’s name did this happen.
Soarin said confidently and was equally in shock as Spitfire ,”guess I’m a better flyer than you first thought. Keep your money, I can’t wait to have my way with you,” Soarin said and winked seductively.
Spitfire moaned that she had to be dominated, she was always the dominant one.”Aww,” She cried.
“What’s a matter Spitfire, not used to being dominate,” Said Sarin in a sultry, yet teasing voice.
“I’m not going to like this am I. You just can’t take it easy, can you”
“A bet is a bed, a promise is a promise and I’m going to definitely take advantage of this opportunity.”

Conclusion

Getting jiggy again

Soarin got dressed in his BDSM wear and eyed up the slutty mare flicking her tail every once and a while, revealing her entrance wich turned him on. He chained up Spitfire’s hooves to the posts of the bed, spreading her legs apart.
“Oh, look what we have here, a bad slut that needs to be punished,” Soarin said in a sultry voice while smirking.
He started by slapping her ass, causing her to cringe and moan in a mixture of pain and delight. He then continued slapping her cheeks as his tongue danced on her folds, moans increasing in intensity. He started slapping more frequently as his tongue sunk deeper into her tunnel her moaning started to be more frequent and high pitched and squealed when he found her clit. He seized licking and slapping her butt. he reached for his side table for a whip
“ Ass slapping doesn't seem to be punishment enough, you fucking cunt.”
Spitfire screamed both in agony and ecstasy as the leather pounded her ass. Soarin increased how hard he swung at her. Spitfire yelled loud enough for the entire barracks to hear. Soarin grabbed the gag he reluctantly forgot to put on Spitfire’s muzzle and put it on.
“ Quiet, bitch, we don’t want anypony walking in on this, as even more kinky as it sounds. We could get in trouble for getting caught banging in the base.”
“Mmmphh,” replied the gaged Spitfire.
Soarin quit whipping Spitfire as he stuffed his member in her lover’s mouth. He sped up and started to play with one of her tits in one hoof and slapping her ass with the other. Going in deeper, his balls slapped her mouth as he moaned in delight as his member was being coated with saliva. He pulled out and stopped slapping her ass.
“ Now since you’ve been a good slut I’m going to rut you hard and fast,” said Soarin in a seductive tone.
He mounted his mare, slowly at first, he didn’t want to ruin the moment too soon. He continued to slap her ass harder than before. With the combination of the two, Spitfire moaned with a muffled tone from the gag. He pushed harder and faster, sinking in a couple inches down her tunnel, causing the two to moan more intensely. He pumped now even harder, hitting her clit causing Spitfire to make a muffled scream of pain from the ass slapping and rutting. They both came in ecstasy as Soarin was unable to continue to slap her from the intensity of the orgasm.
He unchained her and they both lie together, panting from the act, as he was able to gain his breath before starting to speak again,
“So how was it to be submissive,” asked Soarin
Spitfire huffed then replied,” Surprisingly, it’s a little better than being in control. What with being insulted and painfully pleasured and defenseless, it brings out another side in me, and that turns me on more than wearing silky lingerie and whipping somepony senselessly.”