Induction

by GeodesicDragon

Rating: mature
Tags: Soarin, Romance, Sex, Spitfire, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 4697

Storm Blaze's induction into the Wonderbolts takes an unexpected - and pleasurable - turn.

After months of grueling training, the newest batch of Wonderbolts have been chosen. Among them is Storm Blaze, realising a dream she has had for many years. With her special somepony, Reverb Skyriff, by her side, she joins her new comrades at a nearby bar to celebrate the start of her new career.

But when things take a turn for the worst, forcing her and Reverb to leave, she soon learns something about one of her new comrades that she wasn't expecting to hear...

AUTHOR'S NOTES

Written for StormBlaze's contest, in which entrants had to put her OC, Stormy, into a Wonderbolts setting. It didn't place, but I still got a 'special prize' for writing it.

Contains: Two stallions on one mare, forced deepthroating and double penetration.

Published 2015-08-23 22:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-08-23 22:40:02 UTC

One-Shot

I think that it goes without saying that not anypony can become a Wonderbolt. It takes real guts, determination, drive, spirit and courage... and that’s just to step through the front door of the Academy. What follows after that is one of the most gruelling training courses Equestria has ever seen.

Six months of wing-ups, doing laps around the compound, weight training, speed training, agility training and practising the Wonderbolts signature moves until you could do them in your sleep soon followed. I could lie and say that it was easy — but I won't. I lost count of the number of times I wanted to give up and go home, only for my special somepony, Reverb Skyriff, to snap me out of it with a few comforting words.

Of course, Reverb's idea of 'comforting words' usually went along the lines of "Don’t be fucking stupid, Stormy, this is is your dream you're thinking of abandoning! You've come this far, so you need to see it through to the end! Now, get your flank back into that compound and don't come out until you're a Wonderbolt!"

Hearing these words was always a sure-fire way to get me to stop moping. I had this conversation with Reverb so many times — but it was all worth it in the end, as I managed to pass my final test and become a fully-fledged Wonderbolt.

To celebrate, my new team-mates and I hit the town alongside Spitfire, Soarin, Misty Fly and Fleetfoot. We were also allowed to bring a guest — so, naturally, I invited Reverb. The fact that Spitfire and the other Wonderbolts who had trained us could actually be... well, nice... was a bit of a shock. Up until that point, I had only ever thought of them as a bunch of hard-faced drill instructors with shrivelled black hearts and short fuses.

So to discover that Spitfire had the lewdest sense of humour I had ever heard, that Soarin had a large collection of pie dishes – for whatever reason – or that Misty Fly and Fleetfoot were a bona fide couple certainly made me change my opinions of them.

We arrived at our destination, a small drinking hole going by the name 'The Pickled Pegasus.' A sign hanging from the wall showed a pegasus – surprise, surprise – lying on his back, surrounded by empty bottles, with his tongue hanging out and all four legs splayed out haphazardly around him.

Spitfire held the door open for us, and we all trooped inside the quiet-looking establishment. Looking around, I saw old barrels being used as seats, faded and peeling posters advertising events long since ended, photographs showing smiling – and often inebriated – ponies having a good time, and even a plaque on the wall saying 'Luna was here, the vision was doubled.'

"All right, you miserably sober lot," Spitfire said as she closed the door. "Get your flanks over to the bar and start propping it up. Order whatever the hell you want – we'll get a tab going – and let us celebrate your transition into the good life!"

Several blurs immediately shot towards the bar, raised voices arguing over who got to which seat first soon filling the air. Reverb and I went to join them, only for Soarin to step in front of us.

"Storm Blaze," he said. I immediately stood to attention and saluted him, to which he responded by laughing. "Relax, will you? We're not here on Wonderbolts business. We're here to have fun, celebrate and – not to mention – get blackout drunk!"

"Sorry, Lieutenant," I replied, grinning sheepishly as Soarin raised an eyebrow at me. "Sorry, Soarin, I guess I'm just getting used to the whole 'not being a recruit' thing. So, uh, what do you need?"

"I was hoping that you and... Reverb, is it?" Reverb nodded, and Soarin continued. "Right, I was hoping that I could get to know you and Reverb a little better. I was impressed by the way you handled yourself during the training, and I'd like to know your secrets." He smiled at me. "Consider it your induction to the Wonderbolts."

Reverb chuckled. "It's not a huge secret," he said. "I just shouted at her any time she wanted to quit."

"Everypony was shouting at me," I said flatly. "You, the instructors... hell, even the other recruits. Honestly, there were plenty of times when I wanted to stuff my ears with cotton wool."

"Surely my shouting was all worth it in the end, though?" Soarin asked. "You wouldn't be standing here if you'd packed it in."

I nodded. "Fair point," I said. "Anyway, to answer your question, I'll be more than happy to join you."

"Me too," Reverb added. "Now, can we please get drunk?"

"Of course." Soarin pointed at a booth, which had already been claimed by Spitfire. "Right this way." He began walking towards her, raising his voice to the stallion behind the counter. "Hey, Empty Keg, a round of hard cider for my friends and I!"

"Comin' right up, Soarin!" Empty Keg shouted back. "I'm guessin' ya want to start another tab?" Soarin nodded, and he sighed. "All right, fine — but I'm adding repair costs to it this time!"

Soarin laughed as we all got to the booth and sat down, Spitfire greeting Reverb and I with a nod. Empty Keg soon dropped off a round of ciders, Soarin being the first to raise a toast.

"To new comrades," he said. "And, to new friends."

"Hear, hear!" Spitfire, Reverb and I spoke in unison, then clinked our glasses together and took a swig from them.

"So, Storm Blaze," Spitfire began. "How does it feel to have finally become one of the best fliers in Equestria?"

"First of all, Captain, I'd appreciate it if you called me 'Stormy.' All of my friends do," I replied. "Secondly, it feels fantastic."

"I remember feeling the same way," Spitfire replied. "Also, I'll call you 'Stormy' if you stop calling me 'Captain.'"

"Yes, ma'am." I saluted sarcastically, causing Spitfire to roll her eyes and giggle. "So, Soarin, what did Empty Keg mean when he said he was going to add repair costs to your tab?"

"Let's just say that the Wonderbolts love to party hard," Soarin said. "That, and trouble tends to follow us around."

"And Empty, in all of his infinite wisdom, has learned not to take any chances where we're concerned," Spitfire added.

"Fair enough." I finished the rest of my cider and smacked my lips, slamming the empty mug onto the table. "Anyway, I think I speak for all of us when I say... less talking, more drinking."

A rousing chorus of "Hear, hear!" was the reply I got. This was followed immediately by the sound of three more mugs hitting the table, as well as a loud belch from Reverb.

***

An hour passed, and I was still sober. Soarin and Spitfire were taking things slowly, presumably because they had to go back to work the next day. So, out of respect, Reverb and I had decided not to get too blitzed. We'd had a few mugs of cider, but most of our time had been spent talking. I told them the 'secret' of how I handled myself during the training, which made them almost fall out of their seats while Reverb grinned smugly.

We also talked about our lives outside of the compound. Spitfire told us some of the dirtiest jokes she knew, Soarin explained that his 'pie dish collection' was in fact a myth started about him after the Grand Galloping Gala, I talked about my singing hobby and Reverb talked about his love of guitars.

All in all, it was a great start to my new career. I was having fun with my new friends and co-workers and the love of my life — but the relative piece I was enjoying was shattered when the door to the bar swung open and a trio of stallions entered.

"The drinks are on me, guys!" one of them bellowed. He was a grey pegasus with a long blonde mane, and a cutie mark depicting a microphone next to a record. "Order whatever you want, because my new album just went platinum!"

His two friends patted him on the back, one of them walking over to where Empty Keg stood while the other one looked around.

"Say, Silver Stomp," he said. "I take it you're gonna find yourself a nice piece of flank while you're in here?"

Silver Stomp looked around the room — and his gaze met mine. He grinned wickedly and nodded, gently pushing his friend towards the bar. "No need," he said. "I've already found it."

His friend chuckled and went to join the other sycophantic buffoon at the bar, while Silver swaggered over to our table, got on his hind legs and planted his forehooves on it.

"Uh, can we help you?" Spitfire raised an eyebrow at him.

"You can't." Silver shook his head and pointed at me. "But you, sweet thing, most certainly can."

"You fucking what?" Reverb snarled. "You're hitting on my marefriend, you dick, so I suggest you fuck off."

"Oh, please," Silver Stomp scoffed. "Do you not know who I am? I am Silver Stomp, Equestria's greatest singer — and every mare – whether she's single or not – wants to get with me."

"Charming." Spitfire rolled her eyes. "You do realise you're acting like a moron in front of three Wonderbolts, right?"

"A Wonderbolt, eh?" Silver looked me up and down. "All the more reason for you to get a piece of my silver shaft."

Reverb and Soarin both stood up quickly, almost knocking the table over in the process. They both glared at Silver Stomp, who simply grinned and motioned for his friends to come over.

"This is your last warning, chucklenuts," Soarin spat. "Leave her alone, or so help me I will put my hoof so far up your ass, you'll be tasting it for a fucking month!"

Silver Stomp tapped his chin with a forehoof. "There's a good idea." he looked at me. "Tell me, sexy flank, how do you feel about having a hoof shoved up your snatch?"

"All right, fuck this." Reverb lunged forward, sending a punch directly into Silver's jaw. He reeled back, wiped some blood from his face, and retaliated — only for Soarin to grab his hoof.

"Don't say we didn't warn you," he said, before he flipped Silver Stomp over his back and sent him crashing into the table. His two friends watched, completely dumbfounded, as cider mugs and splinters went flying everywhere.

"What, do you fuckers want some too?" Reverb bashed his forehooves together aggressively and flared his wings out, breaking into a laugh as the two stallions picked a burbling Silver Stomp off the ground and fled the bar with him draped over their backs.

"Whoa, Soarin," I said. "That was amazing."

"All part of the training, Stormy," Soarin replied. "But I think we'd better get out of here before the Royal Guard turn up."

"You three go," Spitfire interjected. "I'll stay here to smooth things over with Empty Keg and make sure the other recruits keep in line."

We didn't need to be told twice, and all three of us quickly left — a very annoyed Empty Keg watching us with disdain.

***

Arriving back at the Wonderbolt Compound, Soarin walked with Reverb and I to my room. He was going to leave, but Reverb managed to change his mind with the promise of a nightcap. Pouring out a few whiskeys, Reverb spoke up.

"Soarin, can I ask you something?" he asked.

"Sure." Soarin nodded.

"Why were you so quick to defend Stormy earlier?"

Soarin looked shocked for a moment, but he quickly composed himself. "Because she's a Wonderbolt now," he replied. "And Wonderbolts need to look out for each other."

Reverb studied his face closely, then shook his head. "There's more to it than that," he said. "Come on, buddy, you can tell me what you really meant — which is that you've got a thing for her."

Soarin and I both looked at him. "What?!" we shouted in unison.

Reverb laughed. "Oh come on, Stormy," he said. "It's clearly obvious that he has a thing for you. All that crap about 'wanting to know your secrets?' We all know that Rainbow Dash was the best recruit of the lot, so why didn't he go and hang out with her?"

"That..." I thought for a moment. "That's a good question, actually. Care to explain yourself, Soarin?"

Soarin sighed. "All right, fine." he threw his hooves up in exasperation. "I'll admit that I did develop feeling for you during the course of your training — but they faded as soon as I found out that you were dating Reverb."

Reverb took a drink of whiskey. "Well, you're in luck," he said nonchalantly. "Because she totally has a thing for you too."

My face turned beetroot. "I do not!"

Reverb cackled. "You do so!" he pointed at my face. "You told me about your crush on him when we first started dating, but you were quick to dismiss it as 'the fantasy of a deluded little filly.'"

"Is that true?" Soarin asked me. I pinned my ears back and looked at the floor, nodding meekly, to which he laughed. "Well... at least it's nice to know you feel the same way — and that if you weren't with Reverb, at least you and I could have had a go at things."

"Who says you can't?" Reverb asked bluntly. Soarin and I looked at him blankly, and he sighed. "It's quite obvious that you care about her, Soarin, and she's just admitted that she likes you too." He looked around consiprationally and lowered his voice. "Also, Stormy and I have often talked about finding somepony to have a threesome with — so why not let that somepony be you?"

My heart was going at a mile a minute as Reverb spoke. Am I dreaming? Did that incident at the bar turn into a full on fight, and I am now in Canterlot Royal Infirmary? Did somepony slip something into my drink? This can't be happening!

"Are you for real?" Soarin asked.

Reverb nodded. "I am."

Soarin looked at me. "Well, Stormy..." he licked his lips. "If you want to go ahead with this, then I'm all—mmph!"

Without even thinking, I tackled him to the ground and pressed my lips against his. He was surprised at first, but quickly composed himself and returned the favour. His tongue probed at my mouth, and I eagerly let him in. The smooth taste of cider still lingered on his tongue, although I could swear I also got a taste of apple pie.

"I guess she's up for it after all." Reverb laughed. He watched Soarin and I tongue wrestle for a moment, then let out a sharp whistle. "Holy shit, I never knew that watching my marefriend make out with another stallion could be so hot."

I finally tore myself from Soarin and giggled. "You have no idea how long I have waited to do that," I said. "Sweet Celestia, the mere thought of having you inside me is making me wet."

"So I see," Reverb said, lying on his back and showing me the erection he was sporting. "I think I can help you with that, while you help Soarin with what he's packing."

I looked down to see Soarin's rock-hard cock just inches from my face. Grinning from ear to ear, I adjusted myself so that my marehood was perched above Reverb's face, and that Soarin's dick was level with my mouth.

"Go nuts, Soarin," Reverb said. "Hell, go nuts deep if you want."

I moaned as Reverb trailed his tongue across my soaking entrance, then took a hold of Soarin's dick with a forehoof. I caressed it for a moment, getting a good look at its shape and form, then finally decided to quit messing around.

Soarin hissed in glee as I trailed my tongue up and down his length, coating him in a sufficient layer of cider-infused saliva. At the same time, Reverb continued licking my pussy, his powerful forehooves keeping a tight grip on my flanks as he kneaded and fondled them to his heart's content.

Suddenly, Soarin grabbed a hold of my face and shoved his cock in my mouth. I managed to control my gag reflex, groaning as he forced me to take him all the way.

"Holy shit, Soarin," Reverb said. "I guess you really took what I said to heart." Then, as though he didn't want to be outdone, he slipped his tongue inside me and began probing at my walls, my shriek of glee muffled by the thick cock I had my lips around.

Soarin began to move his hips back, letting me get in some much needed gulps of air, but then he forced himself back into my throat with a quick thrust. He was clearly wanting something, so I tapped him on the side and nodded. He got the hint immediately — and began fucking my face like it was his last day in Equestria.

I felt Reverb's tongue lashing away at my inner walls, my excitement flowing freely all over his face, and I managed not to choke as Soarin continually rammed his thick pole down my throat. Both stallions grunted as they worked, their hooves roving all over my body making me feel like an instrument in an orchestra.

One of Reverb's hooves found its way to my clit, pressing on it lightly at first, and then getting progressively more hard. Soarin had slowed down with his thrusting as well, whispering to himself about how much he wanted to 'relish this moment.' Truth be told, I wanted to relish the moment as well. After all, it's not every day I get to fuck the love of my life and a stallion who has been described as 'the most eligible bachelor in Equestria.'

"I can't... hold it... any longer!" Soarin said through gritted teeth as he continued to thrust into my mouth. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it then." I could feel Reverb shrugging. "I think Stormy is getting quite close too, actually." He laughed. "You know, I can't remember the last time I performed oral on her."

I could feel myself approaching my peak, but his gabbing wasn't helping — so I growled at him in an attempt to get him to shut up. He took the hint and resumed eating me out, while Soarin began to speed up with his thrusting again.

A few more thrusts and a few more licks was all it took.

Soarin's dick popped out of my mouth as I threw my head back and screamed with glee, my orgasm cascading like a waterfall all over Reverb's face. I could hear him gulping down some of the precious nectar, as well as his groans of pleasure.

At the same time, Soarin exploded in my face. Thick globs of cum shot out of his dick, coating my face and mane. I licked off what I could while I rode out the adrenaline rush, my pussy still pressed firmly against Reverb's face (not that he seemed to mind).

"Holy crap, that was amazing," Soarin said. "You certainly give better head than Spitfire does, that's for sure." I raised an eyebrow at him, and he chuckled. "That was a joke, by the way."

I smiled at him and allowed Reverb to sit upright. "I have fantasised about that for so long," I replied. "So to have actually done it... well, if this a dream, I don't want to wake up."

"Me neither." Soarin nodded. "So... er, what now?"

"Hmm..." Reverb tapped his chin. "What can two horny stallions do when they have an equally horny mare all to themselves?" He stood up and looked me over. "We are two stallions with two dicks, and we have a mare who has two holes..."

The realisation hit Soarin and I like a ton of bricks.

"Are... are you serious?" Soarin asked. "No, wait, don't answer that. Of course you're serious." He looked at me. "Are you up for—" He noticed the sultry expression on my face. "Never mind."

Reverb pulled me over to him and lay on his back, pointing at his still-hard cock. Grinning from ear to ear, I straddled him and rubbed my marehood slowly over the head. He moaned in appreciation — then yelped as I impaled myself on his stiffness, hilting in seconds. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Soarin had found his second wind and was hard again.

As I began grinding my hips against Reverb's, he pointed at an overnight bag sitting on the floor next to the bed — a bed which, in hindsight, we could have used instead of the couch.

"Look in the bag, and you'll find a bottle of lube," he grunted. "I don't think I need to tell you what to do with it."

Soarin walked over to the bag and opened it, removing a small bottle, then walked back over to us. I was lifting myself up all the way, then slamming back onto Reverb's cock with enough force to almost knock the wind out of him.

"What the bloody hell are you waiting for, Soarin, an invitation?" I asked. "Use the fucking lube already!"

Soarin opened the bottle and squeezed a liberal dose of the lubricant to his hoof. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to me and – after I stopped riding Reverb for a moment – applied the lube to my other hole. I shivered slightly as the cold liquid made contact, but that soon became a shudder of eager anticipation.

Soarin also applied some lube to his cock, coating it in enough of the stuff to make it appear shiny under the lights. He got onto his hind legs and mounted me, pressed the head of his cock against my asshole and – finally – pushed himself inside.

I gasped as he took the road less travelled, his thickness spreading me open in ways I never possibly imagined. Inch by agonising inch disappeared inside my ass, until eventually he was all the way in. I panted like a horny bitch in heat and wiggled my flank slightly, desperate for the thrusting to resume.

"You okay, Stormy?" Soarin asked.

"I'm all right," I whimpered. "I just... need a moment. Go slow for now, but you had better speed up when I tell you to."

Soarin nodded and began pulling out slowly. Reverb, on the other hoof, didn't have to be slow — and promptly resumed slamming into my needy pussy like a piston.

The few seconds in which Soarin was moving his hips back felt like minutes, but he eventually got to the end. I looked back at him and nodded. "I think I'm ready," I said. "You can speed up now."

Soarin nodded back and began pushing back into me at a quicker pace. When he noticed that I didn't react in a negative manner, he began thrusting into me the same way he had been earlier.

The room quickly filled with the sounds and smells of sex: panting, moaning, squelching, screaming, as as the delightful sound of two sets of balls slapping against my flanks.

I remained completely still, perfectly content to let these two magnificent stallions fuck the absolute hell out of my ass and pussy. Reverb had a vice-like grip of my flanks, while Soarin had his forehooves around my waist. The former reached up and stuck his tongue in my mouth – not seeming to mind the taste of Soarin that still remained – while the latter began nibbling at my ears.

I was lost in a haze of lust, seemingly oblivious to the passage of time. Breaking away from Reverb's kiss, I looked up at the ceiling and simply said, "I'm cumming!"

"Me too!" Soarin and Reverb grunted in unison.

"Give it to me, both of you!" I squealed. "I want you to fill both of my holes with your hot cum!" The two of them began slamming into me at the speed of light, and I could feel their cocks flaring up. "This is the... best... induction... EVER!"

I screamed the last word as both stallions came, sending torrents of cum into my ass and pussy. For the second time that night, I screamed to the heavens, squirting my satisfaction all over the two cocks which were lodged firmly inside me — their owners thrusting wildly in a desperate attempt to empty their balls.

Like all good things, the flow of cum eventually stopped. I flopped on top of Reverb, breathing heavily, while Soarin flopped on top of me. For a few minutes we just stayed as we were, none of us wanting to break the silence or ruin this wonderful moment.

"I need a piss." Reverb always did have a way with words.

Soarin pulled out of me and watched as I got off Reverb, grinning as he caught sight of all the cum which was dripping profusely out of both my thoroughly used holes.

Reverb stretched his legs and smiled. "Well then," he said. "That was certainly something. Now, if you don't mind..." He rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door.

I lay down on the floor and sighed contentedly. "Tonight was... holy shit, tonight was just fucking incredible." I grinned. "Pun intended."

"It was incredible." Soarin nodded. "I won't lie, Stormy, I've wanted to do that for a while. Also, kudos to Reverb for being so awesome and letting me fuck his marefriend up the arse."

"That was the best part," I replied.

"So, what now?" Soarin asked.

The door to the bathroom opened and Reverb stepped out, drying his hooves on a towel which he then tossed to me. "First of all, Stormy needs to clean herself up," he said. "Secondly, we're going make plans to do this again sometime and finally, we're going to finish celebrating Stormy's induction to the Wonderbolts." He paused. "Or should that be 'in-dick-tion?'"

I took a swipe at him with a wing while using the towel to clean the excess cum off my body. "Sounds like a plan to me," I said. "Soarin, are you up for that?"

Soarin grinned. "After tonight, I'm up for doing anything with you two," he replied. "So count me in for more drinking and sex."

"Then it's settled." Reverb walked over to his bag and dug through it, taking out a bottle of imported Gryphonian wine. "Here's to new friends, new comrades... and new fuck buddies."

Soarin and I exchanged a glance, rolling our eyes while Reverb went to fetch the glasses which we would soon be using to toast our new-found relationship.

I was right about one thing, though.

This was indeed the best induction ever.

Author's Note

FUN FACT: Silver Stomp is my 'go-to' OC for whenever I need somepony to be an asshole.

Bonus: Epilogue

In the room next door, the bed linen lay strewn about the floor. In the bed itself, a yellow mare moved her sweat-drenched orange mane out of her eyes. Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily, one forehoof between her legs rubbing softly at her swollen clit.

In the other hoof, the mare held a dildo which was slick with her juices. She lifted it to her lips and licked it, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she savoured the taste of her own excitement.

The sounds from next door had stopped long ago, the occupants now drinking and chatting merrily. The yellow mare put the dildo to one side and sat up in her bed, sighing contentedly.

"Soarin is one lucky bastard." she sighed and dragged a forehoof down her face. "You were a fool to let him go, Spitfire."

Left with nothing but her hopes and dreams in the darkened room, Spitfire lay down and let sleep overtake her.