- >“That’s 500! And unless you want 500 more, I suggest you not be the last team to finish next time! Dismissed, recruits!”
- >Stand stiff at attention until Spitfire is out of sight
- >Allow knees to buckle more than slightly
- >Wonderbolts Academy sucks harder than I thought it would
- >Look to my partner, she’s no better off than I am
- “Hanging in there, Raindrops?”
- >”Yeah yeah, I’m fine, Thunderlane”
- >She’s trying to act tough
- >No other choice, really
- >Don’t know how the fuck we’re supposed to do better with an Element of Harmony as our competition
- >Start trudging to the showers
- >The locker room is blissfully empty
- >Wait…
- >Hear somepony showering still
- >Shouldn’t be a problem
- >It’s just one pony, they’ll be easy to ignore
- >Hopefully
- >Peel off my recruit uniform
- >Grab a towel from a rack while walking to the showers
- >As extravagant as the Wonderbolts are, their setup isn’t much to look at
- >A simple tiled room lined with showerheads
- >All turned off except for one, which is being used by a light blue Pegasus
- >It kinda looks like…
- >It’s the Vice-Captain, Soarin’
- >Shitshitshitshitshit
- >Freeze up
- >He doesn’t know I’m here, right?
- >Sweet Celestia, the Vice-Captain
- >And he’s showering right in front of me
- >Whatever you do, don’t stare at his ass
- >His toned ass, teasing from behind a swishing blue tail…
- >”And you are..?”
- >Fuck
- >If he caught me staring, he didn’t let on
- “T-Thunderlane”
- >A flash of recognition
- >He asks if I’m one of the newbies
- >Start nodding vigorously
- >He smirks, amused at my nervousness
- >Tells me to relax
- >Recruits are Spitfire’s problem, not his
- >Calm down a little
- >Pick a showerhead a few down from Soarin’s
- >Jet of steaming water hits square on my back
- >Moan louder than I meant to, I’m sorer than I thought
- >Could’ve sworn I heard a faint chuckle…
- >Too content to be embarrassed
- >He starts making small talk
- >Where am I from, what do I think of the Academy, etc.
- >When he asks, I tell him Spitfire’s a hardass (Dammit, stop thinking about ass)
- >He gets a kick out of that
- >Feeling that embarrassment creep back
- >Try to focus on showering
- >Get that tingly “I’m being watched” feeling
- >Is it my imagination, or is Soarin’…staring at me?
- >Look back at him
- >He’s got that amused look again
- >”Mind getting my back for me?”
- >Uh…
- >”Pretty please?”
- >He’s doing the fucking “puppy dog in the rain” act
- >Literally
- “Fine…”
- >He’s smiling
- >Not a hint of smugness
- >Walk over, he hands me the loofah he was using
- >Start scrubbing his back
- >He moans softly when I hit the sweet spot between his wings
- >The muscle tension is like a drawn bowstring
- >Unconsciously dig in a little deeper
- >He shivers and his wings flutter slightly
- >Move down lower
- >He’s starting to melt under my hooves
- >Practically mounting him
- >Just a little lower, and…
- >Oh no
- >Shit
- >Shit
- >Boner no, stop
- >Soarin’ feels me tense up
- >Looks back, then glances down
- >This is it
- >It’s all over
- >Start frantically trying to apologize
- >Gasp sharply in surprise
- >He’s slowly grinding up against my hardening length
- >That amused look again
- >”And why exactly are you stopping?”
- >If I wasn’t at full mast, I am now
- >The muscle tone betrays how soft his rear is
- >Can’t help but move slightly in tandem
- >He thrusts roughly back, falling forward again agonizingly slow
- >He steps forward before I can move in turn
- >”I’m waiting, rookie,”
- >Teasingly
- >Leaning forward, he flicks his tail to the side
- >Giving me the perfect view
- >My wings ache from how stretched out they are
- >Nervously, yet eagerly, I step forward, bowing my head to meet his rump
- >An inch away, I stop
- >Soarin’s balls are drawn up close to his body in excitement
- >Faintly make out a throbbing figure behind them
- >I let out a breath of cool air square on the back of his nuts
- >He shivers from the cold and anticipation
- >Before the shivering stops, without thinking, I smack his rump, pressing my hoof in after the blow
- >A sharp exhale, followed by deep, continued moaning
- >Did I really just..?
- >He seemed to like it though…
- >I work the muscles, adding in a couple more spanks as I work
- >My tongue flicks across his balls, teasing the sensitive flesh
- >Pushing back, he tries to get more from me
- >Back up enough to deny him
- >I see why he teased me like he did
- >The feeling is getting intoxicating
- >Lean back forward, tongue extended
- >He practically melts as I draw a line from the bottom of his sack to his clenched hole
- >I probe at the opening, licking the outside and working my way in
- >Roughly thrust the full length of my tongue inside
- >He tightens up, feeling as much of it as he can
- >My dick throbs at the prospect of being inside that
- >Pull away again, leaving Soarin’ panting, composure lost
- >Lightly run a hoof along his back as I start to mount him
- >Another shiver of anticipation
- >Using my hoof, I guide my sorely neglected, throbbing member upwards
- >Copious amounts of pre already soak my flared tip
- >Spread it around a bit until the rest is as wet as the head
- >I rest my hooves on his cutie marks
- >A winged lightning bolt
- >Huh…
- >It’s nearly identical to my storm cloud lightning bolt
- >I’ll think about the implications later
- >Lean forward
- “You ready, Soarin’?”
- >He nods eagerly in reply
- >Without another word, my cock impales him in one hard thrust
- >HolyfuckingCelestia
- >He’s tighter than I imagined
- >We moan together, a resonating sound in the showers
- >He clenches involuntarily, milking my dick
- >And I thought he was tight before
- >Every point of contact between me and him is alight with pleasure
- >I slowly pull back, savoring his ass trying to keep me inside
- >Before I’m out fully, I slam back into him
- >He starts panting again
- >Work up a steady rhythm, thrusting fast and pulling out slowly
- >Not sure if it’s the steam from the shower or not, but it’s definitely getting hotter in here
- >Soarin’ is getting close
- >So am I
- >I go in until our balls are touching
- >Slowly rocking my hips, I feel my flared head massaging his prostate
- >Learning forward, I reach under him and take his dick in hoof
- >Slowly stroke it
- >He’s bucking his hips against mine and my hoof
- >Feel him clenching up
- >With a barely contained whimper, Soarin’ comes
- >Hard
- >The pegasus’ seed is coating the tiled floor generously
- >His ass is like a vice, squeezing me for all I’ve got
- >It’s too much
- >With one last thrust, I bottom out
- >Oh god
- >Every nerve is on fire
- >I physically can’t move, it’s so intense
- >We both ride out our orgasms
- >After what feels like an eternity, it recedes
- >I pull out, grunting as the steamy air hits my spent cock
- >See Soarin’s face
- >That genuine smile again
- >”Thanks man, I’ve needed that”
- >Smile, say the pleasure was all mine
- >The line is corny as hell, but we both laugh anyway
- >He leans forward and kisses me
- >It’s short, but sweet
- >Hint of a blush on my cheeks
- >That cute, amused face is back again
- >We finish cleaning off together
- >With a wink and a promise to see each other again, we part ways once we reach the outside
- >There’s still more ridiculous training to do with Spitfire
- >And Rainbow Dash is still my competition
- >But all of that seems less important
- >For now
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