Happy screams and yells echoed over the playground as the school bell tolled it’s last bell. Little fillies and colts spilled out the doors and across the fields as all the students breathed the sweet air of freedom. A spring day like this was no time to be cramped up inside an old schoolhouse.
Two little fillies lagged behind, trying to coax their third friend into fleeing while there was still time. After all, there was no telling if Ms Cheerilee would ask for help tidying up the classroom cubbies again…
“Scoots, there aint any way he’s gonna get those tickets!” Apple Bloom said.
Sweetie Belle was trying the more direct approach, pushing the Pegasus across the playground toward the gate. “Come…on...”
“Pinkie Pie said we could help make some cherry candies after school if we hurry. And we get to eat the ones we screw up!” She sighed, still pushing the orange pony.
Scootaloo bucked away from Sweetie, letting her fall unceremoniously snout first into the dirt. “No way! Rumble said he could get em’, and he’s going to get em’!”
“Pfft, no way!” Sweetie retorted. “Dash couldn’t even get them, and she knows a whole bunch of Wonderbolts!”
Scootaloo stuck her tongue out, planting her rump firmly on the grass. “Don’t. Care. I’m not budging from this spot until he gets back. He pretended to be sick to cut class to get them with his brother. No way he’s not going to deliver!”
Apple Bloom sighed, putting a hoof on Sweetie’s back. “C’mon, no reasonin’ with her when she’s like this.”
Sweetie gave her friend the old stink eye, before turning her back and starting to walk off. “Honestly, you are just so impossible sometimes!”
“You’re starting to sound like your sister!” Scoots yelled, chuckling.
“Am not!”
Scootaloo watched them hurry off down the road towards Sugarcube corner. She sighed deeply. She hated herself for acting like that towards them, but what choice did she have? This was the first chance she ever had to go to an actual Wonderbolts show. Not just some flyby, but an actual performance in the stadium.
She wandered off to the swings, pumping her wings a couple times and instantly going as high as she could. Scootaloo grinned to herself as she let her vision fill with sky.
“Scootaloo…what are you still doing here?” Cheerilee called, snapping her out of her daydream.
The filly immediately slowed down, hoping the schoolteacher wouldn’t scold her about how high she was going. “Oh! Ms Cheerilee! Um…I was just swinging!”
The mare looked at her conspicuously. “MmHm?”
The little pony thought quickly. This was going to take all her cunning.
“I’m just waiting for Dash! She…needs me to watch Tank, her turtle. His little whirly-whatchamacallit is busted and she’s worried he’s going to fall through the floor of his house.”
Perfect. She’d have to buy that.
Cheerilee just sighed, hoisting her saddlebags onto her back. “Well, alright. Please don’t stay out here too late though. Ms. Dash will be here soon?”
Scootaloo had stopped swinging entirely. She gave the mare her most innocent smile. “Yes’m, I promise!”
“Okay. Well have a nice afternoon, Scootaloo. See you tomorrow in class.” Cheerilee said, walking off slowly with her pack. ‘What an odd pony she is sometimes.’ She thought to herself.
The sun was starting to settle behind the trees before Rumble got back to the schoolyard. He’d just gotten the hang of flying on his own, starting a wobbly descent towards the playground. He chuckled to himself as he saw Scoots draped across a swing, obviously asleep. Gliding carefully down near the swing set, he crept up, giving her a tremendous push on the swing. She didn’t wake up right away, but rather had a horrifying sensation as she felt herself start to slip out of the swing at its apex.
She gave a short cry as she tumbled out of the swing, falling towards the ground as she snapped out of her short catnap. Rumble pushed himself quickly through the air, catching her by the shoulders and letting her fall slowly to her hind hooves. He was laughing hysterically to himself as she tried to gather herself on the ground.
“You are such an idiot!” She said, scowling at him.
“Ha! Oh yeah? Would an idiot…” He said, reaching around into his brown saddlepack. “Get these?”
For a split second, the white stiff paper of the ticket shone brightly in the sun, before a silver embossed bolt icon reflected the light, making Scootaloo blink. Rumble held out the precious tickets, letting the orange filly bask in all their glory.
“No way?! You got em’?!”
Rumble gave a big goofy grin. “Of course! Well, um…my brother helped…”
Scootaloo scrutinized the tickets slightly more. There was a strange pink shade of lipstick pressed prominently onto the front of each one. She looked over at the colt. “Er, how did he get these exactly?”
“Heh, it was no sweat for my big bro. He’s an old friend of some older mare there. They met up after a practice session, he went to her room, they played some Maretallica SUPER loud and then he came out like 30 minutes later with the tickets!”
Scootaloo looked at the colt for a few moments like he was most clueless pony in the world. He returned her stare, still wearing his big dopey grin.
'He is so clueless sometimes.' She thought.
“Well who cares how he got em'! We got the tickets! We’re totally going to a Wonderbolts show!” Scootaloo shouted, jumping in the air.
“We, huh? Well I seem to recall someone just calling me an idiot.” Rumble said, stashing the tickets back in his pack.
“You. Wouldn’t. Dare.” Scoots hissed, advancing on him slowly. “We made a deal. I ask Dash, you ask Thunderlane. And whoever got them, we split them.”
Rumble smiled widely at her. “What if I want to take a girl with me?”
Scootaloo finally had enough, tackling the grey pony. She surprised him, easily pinning him to the grass. “Yeah?! And what am I then?”
Scootaloo found herself blushing immediately when she said it. Fumbling with her hooves, she rolled to the side of Rumble, leaving them both lying in the grass, staring up at the sky in silence.
“Scoots…I was just kidding, you know, right?” Rubmle said softly. “You’re like one of my best friends. Of course I’m taking you.”
Scootaloo allowed herself a little smile. “Yeah, I know. I was just acting stupid.”
Rumble stretched out his hooves, touching Scootaloo’s. She drew back at first, before pushing back against the colt. She smiled as they held hooves on the grass, staring up at the sun.
“So I’ll see you Saturday, right?” He said, looking over at the orange filly.
Scootaloo stumbled for a second trying to find words. She could feel her heart beating high in her chest, as her whole forehoof tingled as she pushed against Rumble. They ended up sitting there in silence until they both got up as the sun started to fade.
As she walked away from the schoolhouse, Scootaloo felt like she was looking forward to the show even more for some reason.
The day of the show, the stadium was abuzz with activity. The two ponies had boarded a large blimp flying to the stadium grounds, pointing out all the other pegasi and various flying machines docking at the landing platforms.
"Wow, I had no idea this was such a big event..." Rumble said
"Well it's not like the smaller shows they do when they're travelling. Dash says this is the biggest one in Equestria. It should be pretty awesome." Scootaloo replied. "Hey, um, thanks for riding with me. I know you probly wanted to fly up here."
"Huh? Nah, it's no big deal. I just wanted to go with you. It's okay that we didn't fly in." Rumble said, turning away from the window.
The filly knew he was lying to her. He'd even been trying to help her finally take her first flight leading up to the show. She just smiled back at him. They both felt a slight lurch as the ship docked. Both ponies walked slowly off the ramp and towards the large arched gates.
Heads craned upwards as they took in everything, the two foals walked into the stadium entryway. Rumble fumbled around, and gave the tickets to the older mare at one of the booths. She looked at the smudged lipstick marks, end glared down at the young colt.
"Really?" She scoffed, holding onto the tickets
"Hey! We worked hard to get those!" He said.
Sighing, the mare mumbled something about kids these days. She ripped off the bottom and gave the top stubs back to the colt.
"What's her problem?" Scoots asked.
"No clue." Rumble said. "You ready?"
"Oh yeah!" they filly excitedly replied.
They walked in side by side. Scoots edged herself closer to the colt, rubbing against his flank as they strode inside. Blushing slightly, he returned the favor, letting his body push against hers. Carefully navigating through the crowds, they pushed their way towards their bench seats.
"Wow! These are like right at the front!" Scoots said excitedly. She was worried they were going to have some tall stallion or something in front of them. "What the heck did your brother do to get these?!"
"Like I said, he's old friends with some higher rank Wonderbolt."
Scoots chuckled at the 'old friends' remark. Ah well, it didn't matter. She plopped down happily on the seat. Rumble took his spot next to her. The filly noticed he sat a good distance away from her, and quickly scooted over, bumping her flank into his. She peeked over at him, giving him a little grin as they settled in to watch the show.
“You’re sure about this?” Rumble asked as the two ponies walked through the narrow corridor behind the arena. The dull murmur of the crowds as they funneled out of the stadium could still be heard as they walked past multiple signs marking the area as off limits; backstage areas only for the Wonderbolts and other various performers.
“I know Dash told me the foil embossed tickets get you backstage. She was trying to get a pair of those for us. And that's exactly what Thunderlane got the other day.” Scootaloo said, still coming off the electric high of the show.
“I dunno…my brother said they just got us in the show…” Rumble replied, unsure.
“Look, don’t be a worry wart. Are you telling me you’re going to pass up a chance to meet the actual Wonderbolts?”
Rumble sighed. “No, I guess not.”
Scootaloo winked at him, pushing up against his side. “That’s better! Look, there’s even a pony here to let us in!”
Scoots and Rumble approached a gigantic pony that one would liken more to a brick wall than a pegasi. His muscles seemed to quiver in reaction to the new foals walking up to him. The stallion greeted them with an incredulous stare, sharp keen eyes peeking out from under well-toned eyelids.
The two young ponies approached him. He appeared to acknowledge their existence. They both grinned stupidly at him.
“Say something.” Rumble whispered
“Like what?” Scootaloo hissed back. “Just show him the tickets!”
Rumble hesitantly reached into his pack, showing the two ticket stubs to the gigantic stallion. Reaching down slowly, Rumble felt his powerful breath against his face as the pony carefully took the stubs. He looked them over a moment, before his eyes widened as he was the now smudged lipstick mark on both stubs.
He craned his neck down to look at both of the foals, before he quickly shuffled the tickets together, stuffing them back into Rumble’s pack. A low rumble shook the ground as the guard chuckled to himself. It was hard to tell, but Scoots could have sworn he had a smug grin on his face.
“Little young, aren’t you?” The guard asked, finally breaking his silence.
Taking the initiative, Scootaloo puffed up her chest and stared right back at the other pony. She was still fuelled on adrenalin from the performance. “N…no sir! We’re going to be flying in that show soon, you know!”
“Heh. I’m sure you are, little filly. Better think twice before you make that wish though.” The guard said, relaxing a bit from his normally gruff stance.
Scootaloo looked back at Rumble. The poor colt was trying to blend into the floor of the stadium. She turned back to the guard, trying to keep her composure.
“Look, we got those tickets fair and square. It was a lot of work!”
The guard snorted, trying to keep himself from laughing. “Oh I bet. Lots of ‘work’.” He chuckled again, shifting slightly out of the way. “Look, I’m not one to make waves around here. Miss Spitfire is into some weird stuff sometimes and I’m not one to argue. Just don’t go crying back to me if things don’t turn out the way you want.”
Seeing her chance to pass, Scootaloo almost wordlessly took off down the corridor. She turned quickly to push a near catatonic Rumble down the cloudy passageway.
She whispered to him as they passed the guard. “See? Told you that would work!”
Rumble wasn’t so sure it was working as well as she thought. He looked over his should as she pushed him along, watching the guard quietly move back to block the passageway.
“Scootaloo I don’t know about this anymore…” He whispered to the filly.
“Oh c’mon. We’re past the hard part! We’re in the housing for the performers now. And we even know who gave Thunderlane these tickets! It was Spitfire herself! She’s the Captain! She’s like the coolest pony in the whole world!”
“Yeah but what about that weird stuff he said…”
“Pfft, you worry too much. We’re going to see the Captain of the freaking Wonderbolts! How could that be bad?!” Scootaloo replied.
Rumble started to realize he was still being pushed along somehow.He simply sighed and accepted it. Once Scoots got like this there was no way to talk her out of it. The two ponies made their way into a larger opening. Cleverly built out of clouds and enchanted stone, a large chamber rose over them, opening to the sky many stories above. Doors were carved into the cloud face of the opposite wall, creating private rooms for all the performers to relax in.
Rumble found himself catching his breath as he looked up. “Okay, this is pretty cool.” He said softly.
Shadows of Wonderbolts and various other show staff showed through on the chamber floor as the area was abuzz after the finale. The two young ponies saw Wonderbolts with their trademark uniform hoods drawn back from their faces, just hanging out and talking like normal ponies. Show staff gathered together and celebrated another successful show with a bottle of home brewed moonshine and lots of loud jeering.
“Yeah…” Scootaloo whispered back.
“Should…should we find Spitifre’s room? The guard said these were her tickets?”
Scootaloo took a moment to respond, still taking in the awe inspiring sight. “Uh, sure. She’d be at the top right?”
Rumble didn’t respond, as the two pegasi wordlessly headed toward he upper level. Rumble took his place at her side, helping her up as she flapped her wings. They slowly rose to the penthouse suites that housed the VIP performers. There were only a few occupied rooms at this level. Rumble easily found the door adorned with several stars, proudly proclaiming the green room of the Captain. Helping Scoots to the landing in front of the door, he let her settle gently on the cloud floor.
The two stood there for a moment just staring at the bright blue door.
“So…you going to knock?” Scoots asked the colt.
“Why do I have to? This was your idea.”
“So do you want to just go home?” She replied, smirking at him.
He looked back at her. “Sorta.” He said. He admitted he really was worried about what they were going to find behind that door.
The two jumped in shock as the door swung open suddenly, a slight haze spilling out from inside. A familiar stallion peered out at the two of them, obviously completely unsure of what to make of the young ponies before him. The two foals recognized him almost immediately as Soarin’, Spitfires partner for the show. His mane was still damp and slicked back, a towel resting on his back.
“Hey Spits!” He yelled back inside the room. “Your ‘guests’ are here.” He poked his head outside, looking around briefly before motioning the two inside.
“C’mon, you coming or not?” He asked, looking back as he motioned the two inside. The pair looked at each other again, completely lost as to what to do. Eventually Scootaloo took the initiative, scurrying inside. Rumble nervously followed, not wanting to leave her alone. Soarin’ pushed the door shut swiftly behind them, plopping down casually on an overstuffed light blue sofa.
Scootaloo and Rumble looked around, taking in the entire room. It had obviously been the newest and most expensive fashion years ago. The walls jutted in and out at sharp angles, cleverly concealing a small kitchen and bar area. They were painted a dark blue, inlaid with small white marble accents. Together with the haze in the air, the room felt like the ponies were walking through an evening sky. The ceiling was cleverly set up to let small amounts of light funnel down through hidden recesses, dimly illuminating the whole space.
“Hmm, you two are a little young, aren’t you?” Soarin’ asked, casually drying his mane with his towel. He had to admit, the orange pony was pretty for a filly. Spits always did know he liked the tomboys.
‘Why does everyone keep saying that?’ Thought Scootaloo. It was actually starting to bother her a bit. “It’s not like we’re babies! We can take care of ourselves just fine!”
Soarin’ cracked a smile, chuckling a bit. He got up from the sofa, walking past Scoots. “Don’t get your feathers ruffled. I didn’t mean anything, cutie.” Sliding past the filly, he brushed her side with his wing. He sat down at the bar, near a small hookah. Taking one of the mouthpieces, he took a long pull, effortlessly breathing the fine smoke in and out.
Rumble eventually found his voice. “Hey, Mr, um, Sir, we just wanted to meet some of you guys after the show. We thought the tickets would get us back here and…”
“Settle down kid, alright? Spits is gonna be right out. We’ll hang out a little bit.” Soarin’ said. He motioned to Scoots. “Hey cutie, you want to try?”
Feeling suddenly emboldened by being complimented by a real life Wonderbolt, Scootaloo walked over to the bar, sitting next to the large stallion. She reached out for one of the mouthpieces, unsure of what to do. She's seen Apple Bloom's brother and friends smoking occasionally. She knew it was something adults did in private. She was a little scared, but excited that Soarin' would invite her to try it.
“So, what’s your name?” Soarin’ asked.
“Um, well everyone just calls me Scoots.” She replied, blushing slightly.
Soarin’ chuckled again. “Scoots huh? That’s a cool name. Well alright Scoots, just take a deep breath and make sure you just let it in your lungs.” He held the mouthpiece out for her, looking over at the other pony as she looked at it hesitantly. "Don't worry, it's all right. Here, watch..." Soarin' took a deep breath of his own, slowly puffing out the greyish-blue smoke. Scootaloo inhaled a few wisps, and her anxiety immediately fell away as her body started to loosen up. She reached forward and took a long, slow pull on the hookah. Soarin' could tell she fought the initial feeling of burning, and kept going anyways. She started to exhale, coughing slightly.
Scootaloo found she had to hold onto the stool she was sitting on as she felt coursing warmth through her body. Her legs kicked involuntarily as her limbs started feeling heavy. As if he could tell the change coming over here, Soarin’ helped her off the stool.
“Heh, easy there. Here, why don’t you sit down. Most ponies don’t take such a long pull their first time, y’know?” He said, gently laying her down on the large sofa. The filly splayed out as she lay down, running her limbs along the plush sofa. For some reason the fabric of the sofa was sending twinges of warmth through her body. She settled into the thick cushion, sighing deeply.
Soarin’ looked over at Rumble. “Hey kid, you want some too?”
“Er, what is it?” He asked, trotting over to the bar.
Soarin’ was already helping himself to another long pull. He exhaled, covering Rumble in a low smog of haze. The colt found himself coughing slightly as he breathed in the sweet scented smoke.
“It’s no big deal kid, it’s just whisperweed. Really takes the edge off after a show. You’ll like it, I promise!”
Rumble looked hesitantly at one of the mouthpieces. His eyes darted over to Scoots, already acting weird on the sofa. The colt was saved from having to answer, as a fiery colored mare suddenly strode in, her wet mane and tail still plastered to her side. Drawing a towel quickly over her body, she flicked her mane back, still damp and stringy.
Spitfire immediately looked over at the filly laying on her back on the sofa; her hooves spread out widely to her sides as she appeared to be trying to make a snow-pony. She looked over at Rumble; the colt smiling sheepishly back at the older mare.
“Soarin’…who the hell are these kids?”
The stallion burst out laughing, nearly falling off his stool. He lay his smoking mouthpiece down on the bar. “Heh, good one. They’re the ponies you invited to come up the other day. The one you gave the ‘special’ tickets to when I was out of the room?”
“Thunderlane…” Spitfire sighed.
“Oh, that’s my brother!” Rumble said. He was happy some of this confusion was finally going to be cleared up.
“Gods damnit…” Spitfire mumbled, clapping a hoof over her face.
Soarin’ just kept chuckling, finding the whole situation very amusing. “You need to chill out, Spits. They seem cool, why can’t they just stay?”
Spitfire flapped her wings once, quickly propelling herself across the room. She landed gracefully in front of Soarin’, staring him down as she met him nearly muzzle to muzzle. “Because. I am running out of favors with the Royal Guards. You already gave her some whisperweed didn’t you?”
“Heh yeah. She handled it like a champ.” Soarin’ said. “What are you so worried about. That pair that came by after the Manehattan show were a lot younger than these two.” He leaned closer to her, pushing his snout against her. Spitfire felt his hot breath, still laced with whisperweed smoke. He trailed along her muzzle, before meeting her in a kiss. She didn’t object as he moved his hoof against her chest, ruffling up her still damp fur. Rumble looked over at the pair of Wonderbolts, an obvious blush spreading on his face.
“I…I’m sorry, we’ll leave you guys alone, okay?” He squeaked, walking over to the sofa to help Scootaloo.
Spitfire just smiled at him, flipping her damp mane over her shoulders. “Don’t worry about it kid. It’s okay. Now c’mon, don’t you want to talk to me about the team? That's why you're here, right? We're always looking for some top tier recruits for the Junior program.”
The colt’s face lit up with excitement. His apprehension faded as he followed the mare over to the sofa. She plopped down on her back, beckoning the colt to sit next to her. Soarin’ flicked his wings and landed on the sofa next to Scoots. He had a large grin on his face as he helped her sit up. She burrowed against the stallion, a look of pure bliss on her face as she felt his warm fur against hers.
“How you doing, Scoots?” He asked, wrapping a hoof around the filly to help her stay upright.
“I feel really warm…” she said softly. She could hear him asking her the question, but her clouded mind wouldn’t let her form a more complicated response. She nodded at him, burrowing her muzzle into his side. One of her hooves absently trailed down to his inner thigh. Soaring reached down, helping her stroke him gently.
Almost oblivious to his friend’s plight, Rumble sat next to the Wonderbolt captain, his eyes wide with excitement. Was he really going to get to join the Junior team? That was almost a guaranteed path to the Wonderbolts!
Spitfire reached out and ruffled his mane slightly. “You know, you’re pretty cute kid. Your brother was alright, but that spiky hairdo and machismo just doesn’t do it for me all the time. Sometimes you just need a fresh faced rookie.” She shifted sideways, rubbing her flank against his. Reaching out a hoof, she trailed through his neck fluff, spiking it out, before trailing down his stomach.
Rumble recoiled slightly, he face becoming beet red as the mare advanced on him. Spitfire leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Just settle down, alright. It’s okay. We’re just going to have a little bonding session. We’ll see if you’re a team player.” Rumble felt her hot breath as she leaned in close. He looked into her blazing orange eyes as she pushed her muzzle to his, his inhibitions melting away as the experienced mare clutched his member with her hoof as she kissed him. Her tongue pushed his lips softly apart, and he could feel himself start to get lost in arousal.
Easily lifting the smaller pony, Rumble felt himself shifted over her until he rested on her stomach. He broke away for a moment to look down and shift slightly. He felt the smooth nearly hairless flesh of her teats rub against his sack, giving him an almost instant erection. The colt flattened himself against her to hide it. He caught a soft sigh in his throat as he felt his full length rub against Spitfire’s damp stomach fluff.
“Letting the little guy out so early?” Spitfire said, grinning at Rumble. “You still think an old mare like me is that sexy?”
“I…I’m sorry…” He mumbled. Spitfire softly reached up and tilted his head to hers. He stared into her eyes, feeling some of his fear vanish as she looked back at him with a soft gaze.
“It’s okay. I promise you’re going to feel a lot better really soon.” She said, reaching around and quickly grabbing his flank with her front hooves. She pushed him forcefully up her body, taking the first few inches of him into her muzzle. The colt gasped, kicking his back legs instinctively, pushing into her warm mouth as he grasped the back of the sofa for support. He looked down in disbelief as the Wonderbolt skillfully played with his member, flicking her tongue along the underside and twirling around the tip. She pushed his flank in closer, and he felt himself hilting deeper inside her muzzle, the hot snorts of her breath tickling his sensitive stomach.
Rumble was so entirely lost in his first blowjob, he didn’t even notice Scootaloo, two hooves deep in her first ever hoofjob. Soarin’ guided the soft frog of her hooves up and down his black shaft. The filly seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, her mouth hanging open as her half open eyes glazed over with ecstasy. Soarin’ was working his other hoof expertly against her little snatch, causing her to grind against his side as she got into it.
Her breaths came quicker and quicker as she started to get close. Scootaloo had done this before herself, but this was an altogether different feeling. The effect of the whisperweed and the expert ministrations of the older stallion were almost causing her mind to blank. Soarin’ took the initiative, and flipped her onto his stomach. He grunted as he felt her drenched nethers slide down his entire length, instantly soaking his entire crotch. Using the smaller pony like a full size toy, he started sliding her up and down himself. Scootaloo mewled softly as he rubbed his flared tip against her clit. The stallion started thrusting as he rubbed against her soft lips and orange belly fur, making sure to rub hard against her now winking slit. The hard muscle contractions made it feel like she was nibbling the underside of his dick. The orange filly started taking sharp breaths, almost beside herself as she was rocked by a powerful orgasm. A surprising amount of cum soaked the Wonderbolt as she started spasming hard on top of his shaft. Unable to hold back any longer, he held the pony away from him. His cum shot against her lower muzzle and chin, splattering against her heaving chest fluff as she still tried to regain her mind after the powerful sensation.
Spitfire could tell this kid wasn’t going to last long. He was already making the most adorable noises as he tried to hump deeper into her muzzle. She pulled him out with one swift motion, casually wiping her mouth with the back of her hoof. The colt looked at her, his mouth half open as he tried to catch his breath.
“Not so fast. I’m not going to have selfish ponies in my Junior class.” She said, flipping the pony around. His eyes grew wide as he found himself face to face with her now very wet nethers. “You’ve played around with your marefriend over there right? You know what to do?” Spitfire trailed off, once against resuming her work on Rumble’s shaft.
He certainly wasn’t going to admit it, but Rumble had never done anything like this before. He had stolen a kiss from the filly a couple times. He even once got to see Scoot’s marehood once in the tree house. But she never let him do anything. They had played ‘show you mine’ but were way too scared and embarrassed to go any farther.
He didn’t have much time to worry about it, as Spitfire just went ahead and pushed his little muzzle directly onto her clit. She started pushing him up and down, and the pony seemed to get the idea as he worked his tongue against her. Her yellow fur was already matted down, exposing her winking slit to him. Starting to feel more bold, he tasted her from top to bottom, running his tongue into her folds. The mare sighed, a new flood of juices running down her inner thighs and pooling around her dock. She renewed her efforts on his shaft, working fast and skillfully on the tip, plunging it in and out of her dripping muzzle.
Spitfire could tell the little colt was about to cum from his sharp breaths against her thighs. He paused for a second, his rump pushing against her one last time, before he came down her throat. Spitfire greedily suckled on him as he kept cumming, shooting a few small spurts inside her. The colt had to eventually pull away from her as the mare kept working his now oversensitive member with her mouth. She let his member plop out of her muzzle, licking her lips. She watched with some amusement as he tried to go back to work on her dripping slit. He was obviously lost in the afterglow of his first blowjob.
She guided the colt away from her crotch, pulling him to her. Her hoof took his place, slowly frigging herself as she stared into his eyes. His mouth was still slightly open as she pulled him to her, kissing him again. Her chest rose and fell faster now as he lay on top of her, and he could almost feel the heat from her thighs against his legs as she worked herself closer.
She broke the kiss, cradling the colt against her body. Spitfire looked over at Soarin’ and Scootaloo. Soarin’ was wiping large amounts of his cum off the orange filly with Spitfire’s towel. The whisperweed was obviously in full effect now, as the little filly was just openly masturbating with her thighs wide open as the stallion wiped her down.
“Hey Soarin’, get over her. I need to get off, like now.” She said. “Bring that filly too. I think they’re both virgins. It’s only right my little cadet here gets the first ride.”
Soarin’ chuckled, taking another long pull off his hookah. He picked up the sprawled out Scootaloo, giving her a quick kiss. The mare’s eyes opened wide as he breathed into her, shotgunning the whisperweed into her lungs. Scoots barely coughed this time as she exhaled, delighted as she felt a new surge of warmth through her body. Soarin’ let her drop to the sofa next to the other two. Finding her hooves quickly, Scoots immediately reached out and draped herself over Rumble. The emberassed colt flopped backwards off of Spitfire, pinned by the suddenly forceful little filly as she placed her rump squarely on his shaft.
"Mmmm, let's do it Rumble. I really need it." Scootaloo moaned as she rubbed against the colt.
“Scootaloo…you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Rumble said softly
The filly gave him a smile as she ground down against his stomach. Rumble could feel her tail flick against his thighs. She leaned down and kissed him, half lidded eyes staring into his.
“I think we both have been wanting this for a while, right? We were just too afraid.” She said softly, her voice still husky from smoke and sex.
The filly had a look of pure lust as she started grinding herself on the colt. Rumble felt her wink hard against his tip. His inhibitions melted away, and he pushed her back slightly, holding her waist tightly as he guided himself inside her. Scoots just sighed as she pushed her thighs back against him, letting half his length push inside. The same warmth all over her body was magnified in her sensitive tunnel; her whole lower body sending spasms of pleasure as she gyrated against the colt. She gripped him like a vice, pulling him inside her and trying to milk him for all he was worth.
Rumble started moaning softly against as he pushed deeper inside his friend. She didn’t seem like she would be satisfied until she had his entire length inside. He started moving his hips along with hers, pushing deeper inside. Scootaloo sighed contentedly when she felt his thighs press against her flank. She sat still for a moment, letting the feeling of him buried deep inside her wash over her body. The warmth of his soft fur against hers drove her over the edge. She came again, panting as the powerful sensations came over her. Another flood of marecum ran over Rumble’s stomach, making her even warmer and more inviting. Her powerful contractions wrung his dick for all they were worth. The colt humped against her a few times before he edged over the line. Closing his eyes he came inside the orange filly, gasping as her muscles stroked his entire length. He didn’t think he would ever come down from this orgasm. Staring up at Scoots, she let herself flop down on top of him, rubbing against him as she gave him a hug. Rumble’s member popped out of her, leaving a few errant spurts of the colt's cum on her rump and tail.
Soarin’ looked over at the two, stoping his thrusts as he was balls deep in the Wonderbolt captain. “Man, I wish I could remember my first time. I could have really gotten in on that.”
Spitfire reached out a hoof and pushed his muzzle to face her. “Well that’s too bad. You’re fucking me right now, remember?”
The stallion started again in earnest. “Yes’m!” He said with a grin.
“Ah, besides. We’ve got all night. We still have lots of time to have fun with the new recruits.” She said. Soarin’ suddenly shifted his thrusts, pressing against her sensitive g-spot. The Captain felt herself climax against, pushing herself hard against the other pony. “M…much better! I knew there was a reason I kept you around!”
The next day, Rumble sat around an enthralled circle of ponies as he showed them the very official looking document Spitfire had given him. Emblazoned with the logo of the Wonderbolts, and signed by the Captain herself, it seemed to indicate the colt was indeed on the fast track to joining the illustrious group.
Of course he had to take some liberties with the story of how he got it.
“So wait, why couldn’t Soarin’ save Spitfire from the Cockatrice?” Feathweight asked.
“Like I said, he already got turned to stone! C’mon, keep up guys.” Rumble replied, dismissing the other pony.
“Well how did he get turned back to normal then, genius?” Silver Spoon retorted.
“Cause Scoots and I caught that oversized chicken and made him turn them back! We said we never would let him go unless he did, and the dumb bird just reversed his stone spell.” Said Rumble.
“Heh, you’re the dummy if you think anyone is going to buy that!”
“Yeah!? Well how did I get this then, you idiot!” Rumble yelled, pointing at the letter from Spitfire.
Diamond Tiara was scrutinizing it before handing it back. At first she was certain it was fake, but as she read she found something else. She broke into laughter before tossing it back to the pegasi. “Maybe read it before you call someone else stupid. Aren’t you like, failing two classes and getting Ds in the others?”
“Yeah? So what? This is like a free ride!” Rumble said, snatching the letter back.
“Yeah, a free ride if you’re a genius or something. It says you need to meet or exceed a 3.85 GPA. They mine as well require a horn from a demon of Tarturus from you at that point.” Diamond said, turning and walking away. “Looks like you did all that work for NOTHING!”
“No way…” Rumble trailed off, reading through the letter. The other ponies started walking away, muttering encouragement to the colt. They seemed a bit half-hearted about it.
Scootaloo walked up to him after the other ponies had filed away. She gently pushed her flank against his. Rumble looked over at her, allowing himself a little grin as he pushed his weight against hers. He felt her tail brush against him as she rested her head against his neck. The colt looked down to see her purple eyes staring up at him. She whispered softly to him, “I wouldn’t say nothing.”
Author's Note
Inspired by a super old comic by Gavalanche. I made the Wonderbolts a whole lot less horrible for this though <3
Bonus Wet Mane Spitfire:
