The best part about being a Wonderbolt, it turned out, wasn't actually doing amazing stunts in front of huge crowds of adoring fans. That was pretty awesome, but it wasn't Rainbow Blitz's favorite part. No, his favorite part cam after the show, after the practices, when they all went back to the locker rooms, and filledd those rooms with a big group of hot, sweaty, muscular stallions. Basically, Rainbow's favorite part of being a Wonderbolt, now that he was one, was that they were super gay.
He'd been teased a lot, growing up, over his pride flag of a mane, and had been pretty pissed when he realized that he actually was gay. It got better when his homosexuality and top tier flying skills made him the perfect Wonderbolt.
Rainbow was in the locker room, after a long, arduous practice session. It wasn't easy being the best, after all. It was easy being in a room full of studs in various states of undress. He was not a shy stallion; he openly eyed everypony around him.
Rainbow was always glad to get out of his flight suit. It wasn't that wearing it was uncomfortable, it was just that taking it off felt so good, realeasing that pressure that squeezed him from all sides. Letting his balls hang loose was always especially refreshing.
Being the fastest pony around, he was naturally the first one naked. He strutted into the showers. That was a signal, in the Wonderbolts. They were a team of highly athletic stallions, during their practice sessions they built up a whole lot of steam that they needed to blow off. It was tradition that the first one in the showers do said blowing.
Sure enough, Rainbow heard hoofsteps behind him. He turned and saw Spitfire, who gave him a slap on the ass as he approached. "Bottoming again, huh Blitz?" he said with smile. "Now that's how to be a team player." He took a bottle of lube he was carrying under his wing and started drizzling it on Rainbow's ass.
Rainbow flicked his tail aside and bent over. He grunted as Spitfire mounted him; his captain's cock had always been right at the edge of what he could take. It's impressive girth stretched him taught. His own cock twitched as inch after inch slid into his hole and over his prostate. "Fuuuck," he gasped. It was hard to stay standing when Spitfire started thrusting.
Horny Wonderbolts are not patient, and the others didn't wait for Spitfire to finish to get their own rocks off. Soarin headed the group of studs that surrounded Rainbow. His erection swayed under his barrel.
Rainbow grabbed the hot, sweaty meat in his mouth. The smell of sweat and musk was overpowering. He choked himself on Soarin's cock, pushing it right into the back of his throat. He felt Soarin put his hoof on the back of his head, and strained his jaw open as he began to get facefucked.
Getting spitroasted by hot stallions was awesome. He loved the way Spitfire squeezed his flanks as he slammed into him, forcing spurts of precum out with every stroke. He loved the salty taste of Soarin's dick, and how it filled his mouth with warmth.
It got even better when Spitfire came. The captains balls were extremely productive, and a huge surge of sperm welled up from them and painted Rainbow's insides a sticky white. Rainbow reveled in each pump. Spitfire slowed as his orgasm wound down, which caused his dick to massage Rainbow in just the right way. Rainbow's own cock clenched and sprayed jizz across the floor.
Nopony came to refill Rainbow's gaping ponut when Spitfire pulled out. In these after-practice gangbangs, the lucky stallion's ass was for the captain only. Some found that disappointing, but Rainbow didn't mind too much; he liked getting his face a lot messy. He'd gotten at least one load, and that was what mattered. Life was always better with cum in your ass.
Soarin wasn't long cumming after that. He always was a bit quick, though Rainbow liked to think he was just that good at blowjobs. Either way, there was no complaining about the hot gush that filled his mouth and came spilling out the sides. The spillage was unfortunate—Rainbow wasn't no spitter—but unavoidable given how much delicious spunk there was. Fuck yeah. Rainbow didn't know why, but he really liked cum. He liked getting it, tasting it, being covered in it. It was good stuff.
Soarin pulled out. His dick was slimy with cum and saliva, so he wiped it off on Rainbow's face. Rainbow grunted in pleasure. The stallions of the Wonderbolts were by far the biggest cocksluts in Equestria.
Now that Spitfire and Soarin had gotten their dibs, the rest of the team advanced on Rainbow. And they had been jerking off the whole time—they were nice and ready.
There were dudes on either side of Rainbow. He took over from their hooves and grabbed their cocks with his wings. Rainbow wasn't just good at blowjobs, he was good at wingjobs too, basically good at everything. A third Wonderbolt decided he wanted to get fancy. He backed up in front of Rainbow, giving him a facefull of balls. You didn't last long in the Wonderbolts if you didn't like sweaty balls; Rainbow had been in for a while. He slurped on them happily, taking each heavy testicle into his mouth and swirling his tongue across them.
He reveled in the taste of sweat and deep musk. There was a legend that a mare had joined the Wonderbolts once, but that the sheer amount of testosterone around them she had instantly turned into a stallion. It probably wasn't true, but Blitz hoped it was. A few of his friends were mares that he thought would make pretty hot stallions.
He was getting distracted. Sucking balls always got him in a dreamy mood.
His stallion wanted a change of pace. "Ah fuck, Rainbow how are you so good at that? Anyway, here's a real treat." He turned around and presented his cock in all it's foot-long, mottled-green, diamond-hard, twitching glory. Precum dripped from the tip. Not for long. Rainbow wrapped his lips around that lovely cock-head.
He bobbed his head on that cock. All three of his stallions had prepped themselves well. One after the other they all went off. The wing stallions were first. He had them both aimed at his head. His ears flicked down as the ropes hit him from both sides, dripping down onto his chest. As they petered out, the weaker finishing spurts seeped into his feathers. He was already jacking off two new stallions when he got another mouthful of hot cum. He gulped it down greedily. It wasn't like the stuff was every going to make a foal, so his belly was as good a place for it as any.
It all sped up after that. These stallions were horny, but they were also tired. A lot of the guys in the back were jacking off to the sight in front of them more than waiting their turn to use Rainbow. He was only one pony, after all. They didn't waste their loads though. They just each waited for an opening and then dumped everything on his face.
Soon everypony who still wanted to get sucked had to penetrate a mask of slime over Rainbow's face. His eyes and ears were practically glued shut with semen. But he held his head up high, waving his muzzle around in search of new cock.
After Spitfire and Soarin had left, Fleetfoot used Rainbow. Then Surprise, and Thunderlane, and Blaze, Fire Streak, High Winds, and Silver Zoom. It had been a big practice. Every single member of the team, and the reserve emptied their balls in or on Rainbow Blitz. If it were possible for a stallion to get pregnant, he would have been a hundred times over. His throat gave out quickly, and he turned from sucking, to just laying on the locker room floor, half delirious with horniness in the center of the father of all bukkakes. He kept his mouth open. Soon that was actually the cleanest part of him, as all the strands of cum that landed there were swallowed down. Everywhere else it just kept building up.
Rainbow Blitz lay in a cocoon of cum. A huge mass of jizz that covered him from the tip of his muzzle to his tail, that was so thick that it weighed down on him, pressed on him. If there was anything better than this, he didn't know what it was.
Sadly, as the minutes went on, all that delicious seed cooled and turned runny, sliding off of him in sheets. He frowned. He liked the stuff hot and fresh. He slowly stood up and looked around. He had the showers all to himself now. Everypony else had been satisfied, cleaned up, and left.
He took an hour long shower. Being covered in cum was great, but it was a bitch to get out of feathers.
