Chapter 1
Full Spectrum
Chapter 1
“Oh Celestia” Soarin panicked in his head, “I said it, I actually said it.”
A moment of awkward silence hung in the air of the Wonderbolts locker room, broken only by Soarin shifting uncomfortably. One look at Spitfire’s face told Soarin that his confession would not be going how he’d hoped.
Spitfire coughed into her hoof before responding. “Uuhm, wow seriously? Sorry man, but I’m gonna be, um… busy this Friday.” Spitfire walked past Soarin towards the window and looked out over Cloudsdale. “ you know you’re like a bro to me right? I’ve never even thought of you that way.” She glanced back at Soarin and asked, “How long have you been hiding this?”
“Oh, I dunno. Awhile I guess.” Soarin replied. Truth was he had been infatuated with Spitfire since flight academy, but was too afraid of ruining their friendship to say anything.
“And besides, you know Wonderbolts aren’t allowed to… get involved with each other like that, it would throw the team off”
“Oh Bull,” Soarin thought to himself, “Everyone on the team knew about Silverlane and Misty, and nopony had cared about them.”
Spitfire began to apologize again, but Soarin cut her off. “Nah, its cool, don’t worry about it. Just… forget I said anything.” With this, he stood up and retrieved his goggles from his locker. “Anyways, I’ve gotta go practice, so I’ll catch ya later.”
“Right…” Spitfire said. And without another word, she spread her wings and took off through the window.
Soarin let his goggles slide from his hoof as he banged his head against the locker door.
“Crap”
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After spending a few minutes buried in regret and muttered swears, Soarin had eventually put his goggles on and finished his practice flying for the day. Not in the mood to return to the apartment just yet, Soarin snagged a passing cloud and parked it above the Wonderbolts coliseum. After mushing it into a rough bench shape, he flopped down on the cloud and let his thoughts drift.
As the sun sank closer to the horizon, Soarin’s mind wandered. He wondered how his blunder with spitfire would affect their friendship, how other colts wrangled their fillies, how dragons courted, and was halfway through counting the windows on the rainbow factory before-
“YO SOARIN, WHA’SUP?”
Soarin jerked violently off his perch and plummeted face-first into the racing track in an explosion of cloud. He wrenched his head out of the ground in time to see his friend and fellow wonderbolt land in front of him, clutching his stomach in unrestrained laughter.
“HAHAHAHAHA! Hehe hoh, oh celestia that was priceless! I’ve never seen a pony take a dive like that before. You were like ‘PRREEEOOOWWR KA’BLAMPF’” He shouted, waving his hooves about in an explodey gesture to show how awesome it had been.
Soarin pushed the offending pony off his hooves and onto the track, where he continued giggling gleefully.
“Dammit Silverlane, I’ma get you for that! Don’t you know better than to sneak up on ponies?”
The white Pegasus got back onto his hooves and propped his goggles on his light blue mane, which had been cut way too short. The stallion finished giggling with a cough, and flew over to hover a few feet above Soarin.
“My bad, my bad. But dude, you never scare that easy. In fact, I think that’s the first time I’ve ever snuck up on you.”
“Yeah, I was just trying to think up the perfect new trick for the show next month.”
“Bullshit, I know that look anywhere. You got lady issues!”
Soarin would have been surprised at Silverlane’s lucky guess, but the two of them had been best friends since their Junior Speedster days, and they had grown to know each other almost perfectly.
“Meh, I guess you could say that”
“Ahah, I knew it! So what happened? Did you finally confess your undying love to Spitfire and get shot down?”
Expecting another shove, Silverlane put his forelegs up defensively. But after seeing the mixed look of surprise and depression on Soarin’s face, Silverlane’s mouth fell open.
“No way, SERIOUSLY???” Silverlane exclaimed. Forgetting to flap in his shock, Silverlane landed on his hooves with a heavy thud in front of Soarin. “Holy Crap! How did it g… oh right. I’m sorry man, that sucks. But dude, you told me about your Spitfire crush years ago, what made you finally tell her?”
“I DON’T KNOW! I was just in the locker room, and it was just-, and she was just so-, and the sun hit her like-, and it just sorta…slipped.” Soarin blabbered. In truth, Soarin had no idea why he had finally told her, the words had left his mouth before he even realized what he was saying. “And then she just said ‘Sorry’, and left.”
Silverlane was silent for a moment, his normally jovial and carefree mind unsure of what to say to comfort his friend, leaving his thoughts to come out as a useless “Hmmmm…”. A moment later, his mouth lifted into a grin.
“I know exactly what you need.”
“Pie?”
“BEEEEEER!!!” Silverlane shouted. “…and then Pie.”
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Cloud is a very impermanent building material, so as one might imagine, an entire city built of the stuff tends to be full of new or newly renovated buildings. However, there is one particular pub built into the underside of Cloudsdale which has remained untouched since the city’s founding.
A small wooden sign adorned with the name “The Winchester” swung lightly in the breeze above an old wooden door. Inside, Soarin and Silverlane sat at the bar, deciding that the usual Wonderbolts table was too far from the tap for their liking.
“Another Cloudsdale Ale.” Soarin shouted at the Bar-colt from behind his growing pile of empty mugs. Soarin wasn’t a pony whom was typically big on public drinking. But then again, free beer is an excellent remedy for sunken spirits. Soarin took a deep swig from his newest mug and set it down with a satisfied “aaaah”. Wiping the foam from his snout, he looked at Silverlane and chuckled.
“Hehe, enjoying your old mare’s drink?”
Silverlane had finished one Rock Feather Stout before switching to his favorite Gin and Tonic, which he put down in mock-offense.
“This” Silverlane scoffed in his best Trottingham accent “is the beverage of gentlecolts.”
“Uh-huh, only it tastes like Horse Pop”
Silverlane made to retort, but forgot whatever he was going to say as his eyes spotted something behind Soarin. Giving Soarin a hoof bump on his shoulder, Silverlane nodded towards the door and hissed “Two fillies just came in, oh man, that plot!”
Soarin glanced over his shoulder at the two ponies that had just walked in. They were both lavender with light blue hair, which had been expertly styled. And man, Silverlane wasn’t joking. Their sleek coats accentuated their perfect curves, with delicate hips and round, voluptuous flanks. Soarin had to force down his wing boner. Taking another glance at their flanks, Soarin noticed that even their cutie marks matched. One had a shooting star on hers, while the other one sported some intricate constellation of stars. Realizing that he had probably been staring for too long, Soarin turned back to his beer.
Silverlane grinned at Soarin. “Lets go talk to them!”
Soarin gave the idea some thought, before shaking his head. “Nah, I’ve had about as much Mare business as I can handle today.”
Silverlane shook Soarin by the shoulders, pleading with him. “C’mon, I need a wing-colt! There is no way I’m passing this up. Chicks dig Wonderbolts!”
“You don’t need a wing-colt, dude! You’re a fuckin lady-killer. Besides, look. They’re already taken.” Soarin gestured at the two Mares, whom had joined a suave, imposing stallion at his dimly lit corner table. Soarin thought he recognized the colt as a Cloudsdale Guard.
“Oh damn!” Silverlane swore
“Whatever, this city is full of hotness like that.”
“No, dude, ‘Oh Damn’ that”
Soarin followed Silverlane’s line of sight back to the door, which had just shut behind an impossibly muscular white stallion with a humorous blond buzz cut and a dumbbell cutie mark.
“Roid Rage” Silverlane whispered dramatically.
Soarin gulped. Roid Rage was an old friend of theirs. It wasn’t like they hated the guy, he was just… a hooffull.
Silverlane waved and called out to him. “Oi big guy, over here!”
Roid Rage spotted the drunken duo with a raucous “GRAAAAH!!!” , and buzzed a B-line straight towards them with his hilariously tiny wings. “WELL CLIP MY FEATHERS AND CALL ME A CHICKEN, IF IT ISNT MY TWO FAVORITE FEATHERWEIGHTS!!!” Roid Rage shouted. Soarin braced himself against the royal canterlot-level voice. “WHAT BRINGS YOU TWO TO THE WATERING HOLE?”
“I’m trying to help this loser get laid, but he’s too stuck up on his rejection sad times.” Silverlane said bluntly, the gin and tonic having erased his thin sense of modesty.
“Oi!” Soarin shouted, giving Silverlane a good kick in the soulder.
“FILLIES EH? TOO MUCH TROUBLE! ALL I NEED ARE HAMMER AND GUNSHOW HERE!!!” Roid shouted, standing upright and flexing his two bulging forelegs. “AND WHAT MARE COULD SHOOT DOWN THIS PRIME EXAMPLE OF STALIONHOOD???” he shouted, slamming his hoof down on the counter as if demanding retribution for the crime.
“I got shot down by Spitfire.” Soarin said, his beer replacing his depression with annoyance. “Apparently the Wonderbolts don’t allow relationships between teammates!”
Roid Rage gave a hearty and ear-splitting laugh, causing a few of the other ponies at the bar to jump in surprise. “HAHAHA!!! THAT EXPLAINS IT!”
“Whadya mean by that?”
Roid rage lowered his voice to what he must have thought was a whisper. “WELL, A BUDDY OF MINE AT THE GYM TELLS ME SHE TURNED HIM DOWN OUTRIGHT A COUPLA WEEKS AGO, AND MY TRAINER GOT REJECTED LAST MONTH. WORD HAS IT SHE EVEN TURNED DOWN A GARDEN PARTY INVITATION FROM SOME FANCY PANTS FELLER IN CANTERLOT.”
Silverlane tapped his hoof on his chin in thought. “Ya’know, now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her get with anypony.” He took a pensive sip of his newest Gin and Tonic before continuing “I guess she has pretty high standards.”
“Pfff-, yeah.” Soarin mumbled.
“AW, FORGET HER.” Roid Rage said in what was meant to be a consoling voice. “YER A GOOD LOOKIN STALLION, GO GRAB A MARE IN HERE AND RUT HER SENSELESS!!!” A mug slipped out of the barcolts hooves and fell through the floor.
“Shhhhhh!” Soarin hissed at Roid Rage as the offended barcolt swore and grabbed a new mug. Silverlane, however, was overcome with the giggles.
“Not tonight, snowflake. This beer is all the company I need.” Soarin said, which cause him to receive a heavy hoofed smack on the shoulder. Soarin turned to Silverlane. “You are neither a mare nor alcohol, Silverlane, so shaddap!”
“IN THAT CASE, I GOT A BETTER IDEA!!!” Roid Rage took out a small pile of bits and spat them on the counter. “YO TOM, THREE ACID RAINWATERS!!!”
The barcolt broke into a malicious grin and donned a pair of chemistry goggles. He then retrieved three mugs and placed them on the counter before repeatedly dashing back and forth from the liquor shelves with what looked like every type of booze in Equestria balanced on his outstretched wings. With each trip, the mugs became fuller and more dangerous looking. First it was clear, then red, then purple, and then green, before the barcolt added a single drop from an unmarked flask and the drinks turned crystal clear again. Roid Rage took his mug up and offered a toast:
“Ahem. YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!”
The three pegasi clinked mugs and took a long deep swig. Soarin slammed his mug on the counter as the fire in his throat traveled all the way up and out his nose. Silverlane appeared to have inhaled some in his surprise, and was sputtering drink on the floor as he gasped for breath. Lastly, Roid Rage slammed down his own monstrosity of a drink, which was now nearly half gone, and let out a satisfied sigh.
“AHHHH, NOW THAT’LL PUT SOME SHINE ON YER COAT!!!”
After the two Wonderbolts had finished composing themselves, the three pegasi continued chatting at the bar while taking much daintier sips from their Acid Rainwaters. About thirty minutes later and halfway through Silverlane’s slurred reenactment of the Grand Equestrian Skill Flying Competition, Soarin’s alcohol fogged mind began to wander back to Spitfire. Spitfire was so damned sexy! Soarin thought to himself that he would give anything in Equestria to get that filly in bed and fuck the flight out of her. With that athletic body, she could probably do things no other mare could. Under his breath, Soarin cursed his luck.
Soarins eyes drifted in thought over the dimly lit pub before finding the two mares from earlier still sitting with the stallion in the corner table. Wait, two mares? One of them had disappeared, and the other was passed out drunk with her face on the table.
Soarin squinted his eyes in an attempt to see better. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but Soarin thought the stallion was sitting kinda funny. His mouth was hanging slightly open and his half-closed eyes were staring listfully at the ceiling. Suddenly, the stallion strained his neck back slightly and Soarin could clearly see the tip of a sky blue mane bobbing rhythmically under the table between the colts legs. Another subtle jerk, and the stallion rested his right hoof on the mane, letting it bob up and down with the movement of the filly’s head.
Soarin blushed furiously after realization set in, and had to struggle to force down a wingboner. Soarin sat staring as the filly continued blowing the colt even faster, only turning back to the conversation behind him when he felt a warm pressure between his legs as his colthood threatened to erect.
“Sorry guys, but I think I’m gonna go.”
“What? Already? But im just getting to the part with Spitfire and Misty!”
Soarin drained the last bit of drink from his mug and got cautiously off his seat, stumbling slightly under the effects of the alcohol. “It’s cool, you stay here. I’m gonna fly this drink off at the Coliseum and call it a night. I’ll catch ya later!” And before Silverlane or Roid Rage could object, Soarin had hopped off the balcony.
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Luna’s moon was present in full as Soarin swept through the starry night sky. Soarin flew the long route around Cloudsdale instead of heading straight to the coliseum, wanting to feel the wind against his face as he tried to sober up and cool himself off. Soarin shivered despite the burning sensation beneath him. His unexpected voyeurism had filled his body with lust; his imagination was consumed with fantasies of him sitting in a pub, with spitfire under the table sucking his cock. Her eyes look up into his and she winks.
“But no! Spitfire rejected me!” Soarin thought to himself. It was an impossible fantasy. It would never happen. What would she do if he just pushed her down and threw himself on her? Soarin shivered again. Impossible.
After his nethers had cooled off and his head had stopped spinning, Soarin glided down into the Cloudsdale Coliseum to land on top of the announcer’s box. Soarin lay down with a thud atop the cloud roof. With his mind sobering and his body cooled, he realized he was in no mood to practice flying. Soarin rolled onto his back and looked up at the stars. It was beautiful. The cumulous towers of Cloudsdale stretched up above him, reaching towards the twinkling stars that shone above them. Then,
A flash of rainbow.
Soarin sat up, following the colorful streak with his eyes as it flew directly overhead towards the far end of the Coliseum. As it slowed to a stop above the VIP boxes, Soarin was startled to see Spitfire sitting in the topmost VIP box. Spitfire had obviously been waiting for the rainbow mane’d pegasus, as she waved the mare over excitedly. Spitfire greeted the Pegasus, whom Soarin now recognized as Rainbow Dash, the winner of the Best Young Fliers Competition earlier that year. Caught between a desire to stay hidden and fly over to greet the two, Soarin elected to stay crouched behind his announcer’s box. What in Equestria were those two doing in the late hours of the night, and why were they meeting here?
Without much further talking, the two pegasi flew down to the track below them. Then, after making sure that nopony was around, they snuck into the maintenance entrance at the lowest floor of the Coliseum.
Soarin grinned with excitement, this was way too suspicious. He felt bad, but how could he call himself a Colt if he didn’t investigate? Whatever those two were doing, they were obviously trying to do it in secret.
Soarin sprang to his hooves and flew down to land silently next to the maintenance entrance. With a delicate hoof, he opened the door open just in time to see the two pegasi sneaking round the corner towards the storage rooms.
Bristling with excitement, Soarin tip-hoofing down the darkened hallway. Afraid his quickly beating heart could be heard through his chest, Soarin took a deep, calming breath and looked down the hallway.
Spitfire and Rainbow were gone. The hallway was empty, save for the line of light coming from beneath the sole door at the end of the hallway. Careful not to make a sound, Soarin crept the length of the hallway. Dropping down to the floor, he crawled the last few feet on his stomach. Soarin’s heart was nearly beating out of his chest, his imagination wild with ideas of what two mares might want to do, alone, in a storage room at night.
-Gulp-
Soarin Peeked under the door.
The room was empty. Pushing open the door, Soarin saw a few boxes, some hurdles, and some spare blocks of construction cloud. Soarin swore in his head. Where in Equestria had those two gone?
“teeheeheehee”
Soarin perked his ears. The noise had come from behind him. But the hallway was empty, and no other doors lined the walls.
“Wait, that’s odd.” Soarin thought to himself. Why would they build an entire hallway for just one door? There should be another room across the hallway, but Soarin hadn’t seen any way in.
Then he spotted the swirl in the cloud wall halfway back down the hallway. Soarin moved closer to inspect the swirl, when:
“Oh Rainbow, don’t tease me…”
Soarin’s heart leapt! The voice belonged to Spitfire, and it was coming from behind the wall! Soarin pressed his hoof gingerly against the wall, which moved easily under his hoof. “This wall is new! They erased the door behind them!”
Soarin’s fur bristled with excitement at what he was about to witness. He claped his hooves together and closed his eyes. “Thank you, sweet, sweet, molestia.” Soarin paced down the hallway to where he judged the wall to be thickest, and with a nervous shiver, jumped in.
The buildings of Cloudsdale were some of the sturdiest cloud structures in equestria, with walls that were many feet thick in order to prevent warping or drifting. This thickness allowed Soarin to cloud swim through the wall, leaving a small hole behind him. Soarin inched slowly forward when he gauged that he must be getting close, finally feeling the cool air of the secret room as his hoof-tip broke through the wall. Silently he stretched the hole wide enough to peek through, and was met with a glorious sight when he did. Rainbow and Spitfire sat inches apart in the center of the room, both blushing furiously.
“I haven’t done this kind of thing in a while. Please go easy on me…” Spitfire whispered. Rainbow put a hoof to Spitfire’s lips to silence any more talk, and drew the blushing pony close.
“I promise nothing.” Rainbow soothed delicately in Spitfire’s ear. Then, hooking a gentle hoof around her neck, Rainbow pulled Spitfire into a kiss. Tilting her head slightly to the side, Spitfire leaded into the kiss. Enticing her lips open, Spitfire slipped her tongue into Rainbow’s mouth. Rewarded with a delicate moan, Rainbow’s wings lifted excitedly into the air. Rainbow pulled away a little, giving Spitfire’s tongue a gentle nip with her lips before stepping back.
“Hohmigosh, that was way too erotic.” Spitfire panted.
Rainbow adopted a malicious smile and glanced around the room. Spotting a large pile of spare cloud in the corner, Rainbow gave Spitfire a seductive look and took up her hoof. Giving Spitfire a quick peck on the lips, Rainbow lead the excited pony over to the cloud.
Soarin’s body was burning with desire as he watched the two mares walk past his peep hole. They pass right in front of Soarin’s hiding place, giving him a clear view of Rainbow dash’s marehood, which had become damp with excitement. The smell of the two aroused Pegasi was so intense, it was maddening.
Stopping in front of the clouds, Rainbow brought Spitfire in front of her and gave her a passionate kiss. Then, quite suddenly, Rainbow pushed Spitfire hard on the chest, causing her to tumble backwards onto the pile of clouds with a surprised “meep!” Rainbow lay on top, her chest pressing down against the other mare, and her wings wrapped around Spitfire’s midsection. Rainbow Dash stroked Spitfires sides with her wing tips, causing spitfire to giggle.
“hehehehe… please don’t, I’m ticklish.
Rainbow Dash gave Spitfire’s neck a gentle nip. Then, releasing Spitfire from her winged embrace, Rainbow kissed the mare’s quivering chest and slowly trailed her way down Spitfire’s body with her tongue. Spitfire’s breath became heavier, unbearably craving the pleasure that she was about the receive.
Rainbow passed over Spitfires stomach, then tongued down into Spitfire’s inner thigh. Moving up and down her thigh, Rainbow licked one side, then the other, all while moving closer and closer inwards. Spitfire was being driven mad with lust, but barely managed to resist the urge to push Rainbow’s face directly into her wet slit. Rainbow tongued up Spitfire’s inner thigh one last time before leaning in and giving Spitfire’s wet marehood a delicate lick.
Spitfire let out a gasp, placing both hooves on Rainbow’s mane as Rainbow licked eagerly at Spitfires marehood. Rainbow pressed a hoof onto Spitfires inner thigh, causing her folds to open slightly and her juices to trickle out onto her tail. Sticking her tongue out, she licked firmly at Spitfire’s slit, slipping her tongue past her folds into her wet recesses.
Spitfire moaned loudly and without restraint as Rainbow pressed her tongue deeper into her pussy. Using both hooves to part Spitfires folds, Rainbow got a full view of her drenched marehood before diving back in. She gave Spitfire’s folds a gentle nip with her lips, receiving a pleasured gasp in reply. Licking her tongue over her exposed slit, Rainbow moved up her pussy before giving Spitfire’s clit a quick lick.
Spitfire reacted violently, screaming and arching her back in pleasure as her body began to tremble violently under the pressure which was building in her nethers. Rainbow placed her hooves on Spitfires plot, pushing her hips into her face as she licked passionately at her exposed clit.
“Oh celestia! Rainbo- uuunh… Rainbow, I… aaahn… I’m gonna cum!”
Sensing that she was close, Rainbow wrapped her lips around Spitfires clit and sucked. Spitfire screamed with her breaking climax, arching her body upwards, wings flared, as she pressed rainbows face into her crotch. Rainbow gave long sensual licks as Spitfire rode her orgasm, drenching the cyan pegasus in her fluids. Coming down from her climax, Spitfire collapsed back onto the cloud bed. Rainbow licked her lips, pleased with the effects she had had on the wonderbolt who now lay exhausted before her.
“That… was so… awesome!” Rainbow panted.
Soarin sat in his hidey hole, his member solid as stone and his breath heavy. He could barely believe what had just happened, it was the hottest thing he had ever witnessed! He sat in the wall, trying to quell his raging lust as the two pegasi in the room got up and began to tidy.
Spitfire donned her Wonderbolts uniform, which had been thrown in the corner earlier, and turned to Rainbow Dash.
“That was amazing. I haven’t been with many mares, but you were by far the best.”
Rainbow blushed at the compliment. “yeah, well, I’ve had a bit of practice. And you know I want to impress the Wonderbolts.”
Spitfire chuckled “Well color me impressed. And you have got to teach me that trick you did with your tongue next time you’re in Cloudsdale.” Spitfire flew in close and whispered in Rainbow’s ear. “I’ll be waiting.” Spitfire walked towards the door, caressing Rainbows face with her tail, before punching a hole in the fake wall and galloping off down the hallway.
Rainbow shivered with excitement.
“You got it.” She whispered to herself. Then, after a quick look around the room, she too walked out the door.
Soarin fell unceremoniously out of the wall and into the room in an explosion of cloud. Panting, he rolled onto his back.
“That… was AWESOME!” He said to himself. Soarin doubted that he had ever been this aroused in his life. Getting back on his hooves, Soarin looked at the crime scene. Spitfire’s juices had been hastily wiped up, but the smell remained overwhelming. Leaning his head in to the bed, he took a deep breath, filling his nose with the smell of his beloved Spitfire.
“Did we enjoy the show?”