The sounds of hundreds of different conversations carried on the air, as the crowd departed from the Wonderbolts Stadium. They chatted animatedly about the performance they had just witnessed, while looking forward to the next one and discussing how to get their tickets.
At the VIP entrance stood a lone pegasus mare in front of a burly unicorn security guard, who was scrutinising a list as the mare waited patiently.
"Storm Blaze, Storm Blaze..." the guard mumbled. "Ah, here it is. Purple fur, black mane with white fringe, black tail with purple highlights and a cutie mark depicting a Ponymon ball in front of a musical note and surrounded by fire." He glanced at the mare in front of him. "Yep, it’s you all right — winner of the ‘Train with the Wonderbolts’ contest."
Storm Blaze rolled her eyes. "Was there any doubt?" she asked.
"Yes, actually." the guard nodded. “We don’t just anypony in to see the Wonderbolts, you know. We have to be extra cautious, in case they’re really a Changeling in disguise." His horn glowed for a moment, surrounding Storm Blaze in a pale yellow aura. "Which you’re not. Anyway, this concludes our mandatory security checks. You are now clear to enter." He stepped aside and gestured the way into the VIP area. "Cause no trouble."
Storm Blaze sighed and walked into the building, her eyes widening at the sight which lay before her. Chiselled marble columns stretched from floor to ceiling, contrasting well against the smooth floor. The walls, adorned with the smiling faces of Wonderbolts past and present, showcased the glory and wonder of what many saw as Equestria’s finest aerobatics team. Trophies and ribbons lined the walls, and Storm Blaze took time to look at them all.
She was so engrossed in things, she failed to notice the sound of approaching hoofsteps — yelping in fright as somepony tapped her on the back. She turned around, wings flared and ready to escape if need be, and found herself looking at a familiar stallion. Storm Blaze stared at him for a moment, taking in the sight of his light blue coat and dark blue mane, before gasping in shock and forcing her wings back to her sides.
"Oh, I’m sorry," the stallion said. "I didn’t mean to startle you." He held out a forehoof. "I’m Soarin of the Wonderbolts — you must be Storm Blaze, the winner of the contest."
Storm Blaze nodded meekly as she shook Soarin’s hoof, the urge to let out a loud squeal of fangirlish glee at the front of her mind. "Uh, yes," she replied. “I am Storm Blaze, but you can call me Stormy."
"Cool." Soarin smiled. “Well, Stormy, I’m sorry to say that the rest of the team won’t be able to make it - due to issues I can’t go into any detail about - so it looks like I shall be your host for the evening. Sound good?"
"It sure does!" Storm Blaze exclaimed, pausing for a moment before her cheeks turned crimson and she giggled. "I mean, yeah… it sounds fine."
Soarin chuckled. "Don’t worry about that," he said. "You’d be surprised how often my fans struggle to contain their emotions. Now, please follow me to the gym — and prepare yourself for a world of hurt." He smiled upon seeing a worried look cross Storm Blaze's face. "Ah, don't worry, I'm teasing. You'll be fine."
Storm Blaze nodded meekly and followed him out of the foyer, not quite sure about what she had gotten herself into.
***
Storm Blaze let out a small whimper as rivets of pain shot through her legs, which she rubbed gently. Her muscles begged for mercy and she was sweating the equivalent of a small river — while Soarin was standing nearby with a smug grin on his face.
“You did well, Stormy," he said. “Not a lot of ponies can keep such a good pace with a Wonderbolt, so you should feel proud of yourself."
"I’ll feel proud of myself once everything stops hurting," she replied, forcing herself to look at him. "How do you do—"
She trailed off at the sight of the stallion’s bulging muscles glistening with sweat, his normally straight mane now looking wild and unkempt. She tried to speak, but no words came out, and once again she found her gaze being drawn downwards to the spot between Soarin’s hind legs — and the more she stared, the more her loins burned with desire.
"Stormy?" Soarin cocked his head at her. "Are you all right?"
Storm Blaze nodded, discreetly tucking her tail between her legs to cover up her excitement. "I’m fine," she said. "I, er, spaced out for a moment. What I was going to ask was… how do you do it?"
Soarin shrugged. "Training, hard work, and a hell of a lot of determination," he said. "But I think that’s enough for now — follow me to the shower block, and we can get cleaned up."
Wordlessly, Storm Blaze followed Soaring into an adjacent room. Lockers were lined along one wall, while another was lined with showers — although Storm Blaze was confused by the lack of dividing walls which would grant her some privacy.
"Uh, Soarin?" Storm Blaze asked. "Why are there no cubicles?"
"The Wonderbolts are a team, Stormy, so we do everything together," Soarin replied matter-of-factly. "We have shared dormitories, showers, eating facilities, recreation facilities… basically, we have everything except shared toilets — and that’s only because the law requires us to have those separate."
"Oh, okay." Storm Blaze blushed. "Might as well get to it then."
Soarin nodded as he trotted over to a couple of showers and turned them on. He stood under the water, sighing contentedly as the refreshing spray washed over him. After a while, Storm Blaze hesitantly joined him.
Okay, nothing to worry about, she thought. I’m just taking a shower with my idol, that’s all, nothing too serious. She took a deep breath and let it out. Just relax, Stormy, and try not to look at him — no matter what.
She stood in silence, perfectly content to let the hot water work its magic on her aching limbs. Closing her eyes, she tried hard not to concentrate on the stallion in front of her and chose instead to think about how well Soarin had performed in the show. She smiled at the memory of him performing mind-bending stunts, twisting and turning in midair at the drop of a hat, his well-toned muscles bulging from under the confines of his flight suit.
"Well, well." Soarin’s voice tore Storm Blaze away from her thoughts. She opened her eyes to see that he was looking at her with half-lidded eyes and a sly grin on his face. "I don’t know what you were dreaming about there, but it must have been good to get that kind of reaction out of you." Storm Blaze blinked in confusion, to which Soarin responded by pointing at her flank. She turned her head slowly to look at it — her eyes shrinking to pinpricks at the sight of her tail in the air, and her excitement from earlier now running freely down her hind legs.
"Oh, crap." she tucked her tail between her legs again. “I was merely... it’s nothing, really, I just—"
"Find me attractive?" Soarin interrupted. "I know I said earlier that most of my fans struggle to contain their emotions, but I’ve never had somepony get this excited while in my presence."
Storm Blaze sighed. "You must think I’m some kind of pervert," she said. "I understand completely if you want me to leave."
To her surprise, Soarin burst out laughing. "If you’re a pervert, Stormy... then I guess I am as well." Storm Blaze scrunched her face in confusion, to which Soarin merely pointed downwards. Storm Blaze diverted her gaze to where he was pointing — stifling a gasp at the sight of his erect cock. "What can I say?" He chuckled. “I am a stallion after all."
Storm Blaze gulped. "W-what now?" she asked.
The answer came in the form of Soarin pressing his lips against hers, a muffled gasp leaving Storm Blaze as she instinctively leaned back into the kiss. A tongue pressed against her lips, so she opened her mouth to let it in — then proceeded to dominate the intruder.
The two soon separated, the need for oxygen taking priority over their need to make out with each other, and gazed into each others eyes. Soarin was the first to break the resulting silence.
"I don’t normally do this," he said. "But there’s something about you that drives me crazy, so I’ll make an exception just this once."
Storm Blaze nodded, then pushed Soarin onto his back. His stiffness swayed slightly in the air, the light from the shower water making it seem as though it was a heavenly object — though, to Storm Blaze, it clearly was.
She winked at him as she took a hold of his stiff rod and licked it from balls to head. Soarin let out a pleasured groan at the feeling of the mare’s tongue dancing around his shaft — a pleasure that was heightened when he felt his length being taken into the warm confines of her eager mouth.
Storm Blaze wasted no time in taking Soarin’s full length, driving herself all the way to the hilt in one swift motion. She moaned as she worked the eager cock, the vibrations from which caused Soarin to mumble incoherently as he fought the urge to drool.
She bobbed her head back and forth, massaging Soarin’s balls with her hooves while the water cascaded over their writhing bodies. But just as Soarin was about to announce he was going to come, Storm Blaze took his cock out of her mouth.
"Oh, no. No, no, no." Soarin shook his head. "That’s not cool, Stormy, you can’t just leave me hanging like this!"
Storm Blaze scoffed. "Really?" she asked. “The big tough Wonderbolt can’t hold his orgasm for a few minutes longer?" She turned around and bent over, lifting her tail so that Soarin could see her wetness. "It’s rude to keep a mare waiting."
Soarin quickly got to his hooves and cantered over, putting his forehooves on Storm Blaze’s flanks and spreading them apart to get a better look at her pussy. He licked his lips, clearly liking what he was looking at, and then leaned in closer so he could get a taste of the precious nectar she was leaking.
The stallion drew his tongue across Storm Blaze’s soft pink lips slowly, causing her to moan softly, then slipped it inside when she was least expecting it. Storm Blaze shot upright with a loud shriek of glee, while Soarin began lapping at her entrance like a thirsty dog at a water bowl.
The minutes ticked by as both pegasi gave in to their lust, Storm Blaze biting down on a forehoof to muffle her moans. But, inevitably, Soarin turned the tables on her — stopping just as she was about to reach her climax.
"That was mean," she pouted.
"You did it first." Soarin winked at her.
"All right then." Storm Blaze sighed. "We’ve both teased each other, but that ends now." She put her rump in the air. "Let’s finish this."
Soarin didn’t need to be told twice, immediately mounting the mare and pressing the head of his throbbing cock against her slick entrance. With a final confirming nod he pushed himself inside, relishing the feeling of her vaginal walls gripping his cock and coaxing him further in. He soon hilted, using his closeness to nibble on Storm Blaze’s neck.
"No teasing, only rutting," Storm Blaze whispered.
Soarin took the hint, drawing his hips back and then slamming into Storm Blaze with renewed vigour and passionate determination. He held on to her flanks, rubbing them softly as he pounded her mercilessly — while Storm Blaze moaned loudly and frequently, occasionally screaming the stallion’s name.
The water from the showers had run cold — but this did nothing to cool the passions of the two pegasi. Passion and lust thundered through their veins, neither of them wanting the moment to end.
Soarin grunted as he thrust in and out of Storm Blaze’s warm and inviting entrance, each drawback being followed up by the sound of his balls slapping against her pussy as he slammed back into her.
Storm Blaze herself was relishing the feeling of the stallion’s thick rod filling her up and spreading her apart. She could her heartbeat thundering in her ears, she could feel Soarin’s weight pressing down on her, and her tongue hung out of her mouth as the stallion fucked the absolute hell out of her.
Soarin began to slow down, a sure sign that he was about to come, but all Storm Blaze had to do was shake her head and simply wait for him to speed up again.
A few more pushes and one final cry of pleasure from each pony was followed up by Storm Blaze experiencing the sensation of having load after load of hot stallion jizz shot into her womb, while she squirted her own satisfaction all over him. Soarin thrust wildly as he emptied his balls of the massive load, before finally pulling out and falling to the floor in a heap.
Storm Blaze turned around, smiling at the feeling of being so full, and licked Soarin’s spent rod clean of semen. Then, as his cock disappeared back into his sheath, she lay down next to him and kissed him on the lips.
"It’s confirmed," she said. "You truly are the greatest of all the Wonderbolts. Thank you for this, it means more to me than you could ever imagine."
"It’s nothing, really." Soarin waved a forehoof dismissively. "In fact, I enjoyed it just as much as you did."
Storm Blaze sighed. "Pity it was just a one-off."
Soarin shook his head. "It doesn’t have to be," he replied. "I think you’re a pretty cool mare, Stormy, and I would love to get to know you a bit better. And if the public see you with me, then it will hopefully make other mares think twice about hitting on me after shows or when I'm out on the street."
Storm Blaze tapped her chin with a forehoof. "Did you just give me the chance to live out one of my all-time greatest fantasies, and have you all to myself?" Soarin nodded. "Well then…" She kissed him again. "I gleefully accept."
Soarin chuckled. "Glad to hear it," he said. "How about we clean up here and go to my room? After all, it’ll be a while before the hot water is refilled — and it would give us a better chance to get to know each other."
Storm Blaze nodded, and together the two cleaned themselves up before walking out of the shower room side by side.
Author's Note
See? I told you it showed.
