How to Get Into the Wonderbolts
By Game-BeatX14
Soarin looked over the lap times of the mare standing before him with disdain. Her posture was confident, but judging by her scores he assumed it stemmed from her inflated ego, and not just faith in her abilities.
“I’m sorry, but you still didn’t make the team Lightning Dust.”
The confused pegasus went wide eyed, looking like she couldn’t process what she was hearing.
“Huh?!”
Soarin groaned internally. He hated having to be the one who breaks the news to rejected applicants. Especially in Lightning Dust’s case, as she had already applied several times and didn’t seem to handle rejection very easily.
“You’re a determined flier, but you still didn’t meet the time requirements on the obstacle course. You’ll need to work on maintaining a higher flying speed if you want to make the team.”
Lightning Dust was in disbelief, and instantly challenged his decision. She couldn’t bring herself to accept defeat again.
“Have you ever considered that maybe your entry requirements are unreasonably high? I don’t know how anybody could do the course faster than that! It’s impossible!”
Soarin rolled his eyes, knowing she would beat this to death if he didn’t choose his words carefully.
“We get a lot of pegasi applying for the team; the times we look for are set in place for good reason.”
“But I’ve seen some of the pegasi that try to get in here, they’re all chumps!”
“Your conceited attitude is another problem. Right now you’re acting as though you’re the only good flyer in the city. Being confident is one thing, but you have such a superiority complex that even if you met the physical requirements we probably still wouldn’t accept you onto the team.”
His words stung, but Lightning Dust bit her tongue, knowing full well that prolonging the argument with him right now would make her chances of ever getting in even worse. She decided to go with a more mature response and take the opportunity to ask some questions.
“How close was I to meeting the time on the main course?”
“Pretty far off; about thirty seconds short to be exact. Your performance just doesn’t impress me.”
Lightning Dust grinned at his choice in wording. It gave her another idea. Something she was ashamed she hadn’t thought of already.
“Maybe you aren’t impressed with my flying performance, but I might be able to impress you in a different way...”
She put on her best seductive grin, flicking her tail and winking. Stallions always fall for that, right?
The reaction she got was nothing short of embarrassing.
“Lightning Dust, do you honestly think nobody has tried that before?” Soarin looked at her with contempt. His professional demeanor showed no sign of changing.
She opened her mouth to retort, but nothing came out. Lightning hadn’t even considered what tactics other applicants were trying in order to get in. She cringed, realizing he was right about her being conceited. The annoyed stallion sighed loud enough for her to hear.
“Don’t make me say it any other way. I don’t make the rules, and you didn’t make the team.”
“But you do make the rules!”
“Nope, Spitfire does. I’m just the guy who enforces them.”
Lightning Dust groaned in defeat at that statement. If he had to answer to Spitfire, then it was no wonder he wasn’t budging. That mare would rip him a new one if he didn’t obey her policies. She would have to find another way.
“Well, alright then… I guess I’ll be on my way then.” She mumbled, lacking the previous determined tone she held before.
Lightning Dust returned to the academy the next day at an unusual time.
She paid enough attention to know that Soarin trained every other night out on the obstacle course to stay in top physical shape, due to all the stunt shows he was obligated to attend. If she could fly a lap with him and prove her skills directly, rather than report to him through a lap time, then maybe he would reconsider her application. Once she landed on the outer edge of the cloud where the training facility stood, she began her trot to the doors. She needed a moment to decide what to say, and how to present herself.
To her dismay, Soarin didn’t appear to be anywhere in sight. He was probably in the building somewhere, taking a break. Lightning Dust ran over to the main hallway, anxious to find him and get it over with. Sadly, he wasn’t in his office either, which was surprisingly unlocked with the door hanging open. While she was passing by, a pile of forms on his desk caught her eye.
Checking to make sure he wasn’t down the hall, she trotted to his desk and started flipping through the pile. Jackpot. They were trainee acceptance forms, already formatted and ready to go if they wanted to accept any pony to the next level who had recently applied. There were dozens of forms with familiar names, and eventually she found one with her name on the top.
She scooped up the document and scanned it for the important part.
Stamp here if Lightning Dust meets all physical requirements and standards for Wonderbolts entry.
Lightning perked up when she heard snoring coming from the lounge room. She trotted over carefully, and stopped at what she saw. Soarin was passed out on a lounge chair, still in his Wonderbolts uniform and covered in sweat. The stallion must have totally exhausted himself. Waking him up and trying to talk would probably just annoy him.
At that moment, a new opportunity struck her mind.
Change of plans, she thought to herself. This had a much better chance of working in her favor. It would be way more fun anyway.
Lightning Dust approached the chair, grinning as she took a closer look at the sleeping athlete. He was smiling, and his suit was bulging at his crotch from a wet dream. Perfect.
She stopped her advances as he moaned out a sentence.
“Aw yeah, Dash. Fuck me hard, ohhhhh…”
His wings flexed out as he uttered that.
No way! Lightning Dust thought. He’s dreaming about fucking Rainbow Dash. Could this get any more convenient?
She carefully climbed up on the chair and straddled his sleeping body, pressing herself down onto his crotch through the comfy suit. Somehow, he didn’t wake up. She could feel his dick through his suit as she gyrated her hips lightly, and it was making her wet rather fast. He was definitely no small stallion.
He shifted a bit. She pressed her snatch down harder, spreading her legs against his body…
“Wha?!”
Soarin’s eyelids shot open.
The two stared into each other’s eyes for an uncomfortable length of time. Lightning Dust held a dominating, lecherous grin while Soarin scrunched his muzzle, glancing up and down her body anxiously.
“Uh, so… I’m honestly not sure how to feel about this…”
“That’s okay. Take your time, and I’ll strip that suit off whenever you’re ready.”
“I fucking swear, if this has anything to do with getting on the team…”
“Mayyyyybeeeee…” She gyrated her hips even more. Soarin felt his dick stiffen, trying to fight it’s way out of his suit and into her hot, steamy tunnel. It was driving him mad.
“If you let me onto the team, I’ll fuck you soooo hard right now. You’ll never want to have sex with anybody else once you’ve felt me.” She set the form down next to him. “All you have to do is stamp right here, and I’ll give you the ride of your life, now, and any other time you want.”
Soarin let out a raspy breath. Part of him wanted to punch her across the room for thrusting herself upon him with no consent. But the gears were already in place. His cock screamed underneath his suit, throbbing and begging for relief. The heat from her body consumed him. Lightning Dust bounced her hips, grinding against him. Soarin bit his lip, letting out a desperate whine.
“Alright, I’ll sign! Just stop teasing me…”
Soarin stamped his hoof on the page. The moment he lifted his hoof back up, Lightning Dust snatched the zipper of his uniform and began dragging it down.
“Now, let’s open this thing up.”
She scooted back, and quickly finished unzipping him down to his crotch. Soarin breathed a sigh of relief as his dick was released from the confines of his sweaty suit. Lightning Dust looked over his cock, impressed with his size and firmness.
“Oh yeah, this is gonna be good.”
She leaned down and lustfully examined him shaft, licking and sucking on the side. Soarin moaned in desperation for more, feeling electric tingles in his body from the stimulation.
“Just fuck me hard, I need it...”
“Come on Soarin, don’t you want a little blowjob first?”
Lightning Dust lifted her head and sucked down on his cock halfway, making Soarin gasp in response. She pushed down father, managing to engulf his length until he filled her entire mouth. His hips bucked against her face, but she held him down, beginning to drawn in deep, slurpy breaths.
“Aaugh, keep sucking like that...” Soarin begged.
Lightning Dust ramped up her game, sliding up and down and deep throating him. The insides of her mouth squished warmly against him, feeling increasingly better every second as his orgasm drew near. Soarin felt like he was ready to bust a nut when the breathless mare lifted her head and released him, letting his saliva coated cock to stand at rapt attention for her pussy.
“Time to see what your bad boy can do!”
Lightning Dust climbed forward and aligned herself, pushing her slit against his tip. Soarin was breathing heavy, his dick pulsing with vigor. The very touch of her entrance put him on edge, the heat from her body radiating out.
“Oh, Celestia...” Soarin moaned.
Lightning Dust slowly lowered down and took him in, wiggling her body and pushing down until she had his entire cock clamped inside her pussy. His girth filled her completely, challenging the size of her tight athletic snatch. Soarin bucked his hips lightly, making the dominating mare moan.
“Keep bucking for me Soarin, I like that...”
Soarin eagerly complied, thrusting his hips up as she fought downward. Within a few motions, the two were in sync, pumping against each other and sweating. Soarin could hardly contain himself, the pleasure mounting faster than he expected.
“Lightning, I’m gonna cum...”
“Just a little longer, I’m a-almost ready, augh...”
She continued her milking motions, sliding up and down on his throbbing length until Soarin looked dangerously close.
“Fuck, I can’t hold i- guah!”
Soarin exploded inside her, splattering her insides with thick bursts of cum. Lightning Dust felt her muscles clench down as she sucked in his essence, which pushed her over the edge. She let loose, spraying mare cum all over his lower body in heavy squirts. It took almost a full minute for them both to finish, and eventually ride the waves of pleasure back down to a more relaxed level.
“Oohhhh, that was so good Soarin. You still feel a little hard; want to go for round two?”
“Yeah, that would be amazing. I think there’s enough in me ye-.”
“Ummm, Soarin?” She cut him off.
“What?”
Lightning Dust pointed her hoof sideways towards the entrance to the room. Soarin turned his head and nearly had a heart attack at who he saw. Spitfire had walked into the room and was leaning against the doorway. Surprisingly, she had a smug and unsurprised expression.
“Hey, not on the nice chairs! Do it in your office or something.”
“S-spitfire, I-... Fuck, how long have you been standing there?!” Soarin asked.
“Lucky for you, I just walked in.”
“Oh...”
“What’s that sheet of paper there?”
She walked over to them and snatched up the form that was lying in plain sight. The suddenly disgruntled mare barely looked at it before setting it down.
“Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is. You sold out for sex!? Are you shitting me Soarin?!”
“Spitfire, I can explain…”
“There’s nothing to explain, I can see what’s going on pretty clearly.”
“It’ll be overridden later! I was just... you know...”
Spitfire sighed, her expression changing from anger to disbelief. “Of course you were…”
The room nearly fell silent.
“Wait, what?!” Lighting Dust yelled. Her tone held a dangerous edge.
Shit. Soarin mentally cursed himself for blurting that out so quickly. Lightning Dust felt a wave of resentment shroud over her. She looked down at the now uncomfortable stallion.
“You were planning to do that this whole time?! Just get laid and toss me aside?!” She blurted.
Soarin grinned sheepishly.
“Hey, you parked yourself on top of me while I was sleeping and already horny. Cut me some slack.”
Spitfire laughed, suddenly piecing together what really happened.
“You took advantage of her, taking advantage of you? HA! Soarin, you fucking player. This is why I like you.”
She turned to Lightning Dust.
“Kid, nice try. But you might want to think things through next time before you go banging ponies. Now get off his dick and go home, and I won’t say another word.”
Lightning Dust sighed in defeat, glaring down at Soarin with an irritated expression. He looked back at her with a cocky grin.
“So does that mean there won’t be a round two?”
