A Night With the Wonderbolts
Author's Note
First time that I write a clopfic. First time that I write a story in english. I hope that this will please you all.
The Wonderbolts.
A Night With the Wonderbolts
Canterlot Edition. (Not that there is any other version)
The Wonderbolts. Every pegasus filly and colts dream was to be one of them. I dreamt of that too, until I got to know about how they spent their nights. I wanted to see how they would treat a pony who doesn’t give up her identity. Of course, that was a mistake. So let me tell you the story:
I arrived at Canterlot late at night, when I was supposed to meet the awesome Wonderbolts. I flew over the silent streets of our capital. It was a beautiful night, Luna had covered the sky in a sheet of stars. Not so far away, on a huge cloud, stood three silhouettes. Two mares and one colt. I wore a hood to cover my face from them, if I showed who I was the mission would fail. As my silver wings bore me closer, I could see that they still wore their suits. Spitfire, their leader, had dragged up her goggles so that they rested upon her orange mane. The yellow fur on her muzzle really stood out against the dark night. She was like a sun in a sea of stars, shining more than any of her companions. Next to her stood Soarin and a mare whose name I didn’t know, probably a new recruit. They both had the goggles covering their eyes, making it hard to see any facial expressions. I landed on the cloud in front of them and folded my wings. Spitfire looked at me, as if searching for clues for who I might be.
“So, I see that you want to be a wonderbolt?” She spoke as she took a step forward, her fire coloured eyes watching me closely, “I would like to know your name before we begin training” At that I simply shook my head, bringing up a silver hoof as my hood threatened to fall off.
“I will not give out my identity” I said in a high pitched tone, earlier this morning I had asked a unicorn to change my voice for this purpose, “But you can call me Gloom” I took a step backward as Soarin tried to see who I really were under the cape.
“I don’t understand, aren’t you proud that you are getting trained by us?” Soarin sounded hurt as he spoke “Why would you hide your face anyways?” Old memories flashed by my mind, but I quickly decided not to dig deeper into that.
“None of your business” I said, trying to sound confident but not angry, “I have my reasons” All I managed was to hurt Soarin even more. Fuck. This was not going as planned.
“Well, maybe we can loosen you up a bit?” The unknown mare stepped forth, “My name is Fleetfoot” She hooked off her goggles and let them fall through the cloud as the magic of her pegasus nature wore off.
“I am not called Fleetfoot for nothing” She gave me a playful grin and before I knew what happened she were all over me, “Let me show you what my hooves can do” She leaned forward and kissed me deeply, while her hooves seeked for my private parts. I could smell her arousal as she found my pussy and dug deep into it with her hoof. I gasped as a wave of pleasure flew over me. Spitfire suddenly were next to me, dragging Fleetfoot's suit off. As soon as she were done she continued with her own, standing in a position that exposed her dripping wet marehood to me.
“I can’t let you have all the fun by yourself Fleetfoot” Spitfire spoke with her sexy voice as she moved closer, “Now, I’ll take the upper parts for myself” Spitfire lunged forward, her muzzle now only inches from my own.
“If you want to be a wonderbolt, you must learn to follow my command” She turned around and shook her huge ass right in front of my face, “I order you to show me what you can do with that tongue of yours” I looked at her in confusion. Suddenly, as I were about to say no, Fleetfoot started caressing my lower parts with her hoof again.
“Ohhhhh… I… I can’t hold back” The sex took over, I leaned forward and began sucking at Spitfires pussy, “Mmmm…” Her scent filled my muzzle as I got a taste of her flavor. It was so sweet, like sugar, yet bitter. My own marehood got ever wetter as I pleased Spitfire who gave out moans whenever I licked an especially sensitive spot. I glanced upon Soarin, who stood in a corner of the cloud. Soarin’s cheeks were red from the blush that stretched across his muzzle. The gray fur were full of sweat. Just watching us clearly made him horny himself. He catched me looking at him, and threw off his goggles.
“Aw, screw this” Next went the suit, and I stared at the monster that were hiding between Soarins legs, “I might join as well, and those clothes were torturing me” I could barely hear his words as he stepped forward, which caused the hard dick to wobble a bit. Fleetfoot moved out of the way, letting Soarin walk up to my drenched ass. He grabbed it and prepared to let the massive cock explore my depths. But Fleetfoot stopped him, saying something about “That thing needs more attention before you do that” and started licking his penis. I myself were now close to cumming, the previous masterous work of Fleetfoot's hooves had brought me near the edge. And the now ever present moaning that escaped from Spitfires lips made me if possible even more aroused. I continued licking her wet pussy. She were even closer than me, I prepared for the burst as she screamed in pleasure. Her marecum flooded out between the lips of her private area, filling my mouth. I tried to swallow it, but there were simply too much. I let it all go as I felt my own climax nearing, spitting it out while my juices filled the cloud upon where the Wonderbolts and I pleased each other. The pleasure were simply too much to bear. I opened my mouth to scream, but Spitfire stopped me with a long and passionate kiss. Somewhere behind me, Soarins hoofsteps neared us. I gasped as the head of his mighty cock suddenly rested upon my pussy. He leaned backwards, and thrusted forward. Hard. I screamed again, this time Spitfire couldn’t stop me. Somehow, my hood had stayed on this entire time. Now it fell off and showed them all my face. There was a moment of quiet, the Wonderbolts looked at my face. From Fleetfoot's expression, she had seen the most wonderful thing ever.
“Oh my, I must say” She mumbled, “I adore that pink mane of yours” She blushed ever so slightly. I smiled, but that smile faded away as Soarin once more dove into me. I waited for him to do it again, nothing happened. I glanced at him in confusion.
“Beg for it” I winced, not sure why, “Beg, or I won’t continue” This was not fair! How could he. I glanced back once again with a pleading look on my eyes.
“Beg” He teased me by biting one of my wings. My pussy craved more attention, but I couldn’t let him treat me like this. Fine. I could not wait.
“Yes yes yes!” I begged, walking backwards to force his stallionhood further in, “I want you to fuck me, I want your children!” The words felt alien in my mouth, did I really just say that? I didn’t have any time to think more about it. He thrusted forward. I screamed as he continued. Again. Again. Again. His throbbing dick filled my pussy, and I could feel the pre-cum flowing out of it. He went faster and faster, everything was now a blur. Next to me, Spitfire and Fleetfoot were pleasing each other. But their efforts were nothing compared to the fullness inside of me. Soarin was close to his orgasm. Suddenly, I thought of what might happen if I got pregnant. Would the child be without a father? Too late. Soarin’s seed filled me up like a tsunami. I reached my own climax at the same time as him. The pleasure was endless. I came again. My pussy tightened around Soarin’s dick, determined to keep all of his sperm. Soaring fighted for air. As he regained some of his strength he pulled out the softening stallionhood. He laid down beside me and extended a wing as a blanket for the two of us. Spitfire and Fleetfoot were asleep. He held me in his strong grip and kissed me. Sometime during the sex, our lust had changed into love.
I woke up from a dozen of disturbed voices. Spitfire were already up, arguing with a bunch of ponies. Oh shit. I realised how big of a scandal this was, the Wonderbolts found sleeping on a cloud in the middle of Canterlot covered in cum. I slowly rose up on my hooves. All around us were pegasi giving the athletics team several disturbed looks. A gray mare with blonde mane and tail held the still wet wonderbolts suits that had fallen to the ground when the team had pulled them off. I understood that she must have been the one to discover this accident.
“Yes, I fully understand our duty but…” Spitfire were in a wild discussion against a mom whose daughter had seen us. The angry mare constantly came with new things to say. Many words were in the style of “whore” and “creeps”. Soarin still layed next to me, he blushed from ear to ear.
“Eh… My fault…” I mumbled, and then stood up to speak clearer so that the crowd could hear me, “This is all my fault, it was I who teased them” I blushed too as I realised that my face was covered in Spitfires marecum. Fleetfoot looked a bit embarrassed, but thankful that I took the responsibility for it all. All angry eyes were now looked at me.
“Come, let’s not stay here any longer” Before I knew it Soarin had grabbed my hooves and we were flying through the air towards Cloudsdale.
The End. Use your imagination.
