06:54
Soarin.
A teenage stallion is up, before waking time. minutes before waking time to be exact, he has green eyes that intently scan the content he is reading, true to his feature, this colt has a pale blue coat that blends in with the dull blue of the bedsheets he is laying on top of.
Soarin was sitting on his bed, his new bed that he was assigned, a single room because of the low intake of the recruits that year meant that he and he fellow trainees could have their own rooms. Single rooms of course. Not that they were anything special, each one had the same layout. Two rooms, one with a large bed for this year, a desk, wardrobe and a safe, the other room was the bathroom.
Although what was Soarin doing there? Sitting on his bed.
He was casually flicking through a magazine that had arrived in the mail. A very touchy magazine that every colt of his age wanted. Full of beautiful fillys and mares, exposing themselves. Giving sexy gestures to the camera crew. They even had their own short little biography's to make a stallions time that more exciting.
And Soarin liked this edition, because it had a new "playmate".
Usually he just picked a random page and then masturbated furiously before letting it out and cleaning it up like any guy of his age. But this time it was different, on the front cover there was a golden mare relaxed and lying down. The page number is sat next to where her genitals should be.
Soarin flicks to this page, what greets him is beyond belief. Quickly he reads the new playmates bio.
This delightful young mare is Spitfire, she is a athlete and a good one at that, after having awful grades at college she become a cheerleader and a magazine mare in her spare time, rumours suggest she is trying for the Wonderbolts.. She likes to be playful and harsh, a dominatrix type. Be careful with this one.
Soarins wings flared up and grew stiff when he saw the picture, he grows erect too and starts rubbing his stallionhood.
(A brief minute later).
The pegasus’ lower half was completely exposed , and her sexy position on the bed became immediately apparent. The golden ponys legs were splayed, her rump lifted into the air and tail pushed aside. With her chest on the sheets, her forehooves were freed up to push between her hindlegs, and a violently pink vibrator was pushed and rubbed against her drooling cunt with an urgent motion of her hooves.
He finished, it all gushed out and Soarin collapsed on the bed before rolling over and hitting the floor with a thump.
He looks at the times, its 6:56 in the morning. The colt realises that was the quickest "quicky" he has ever done in his life. It never passes his mind that he has just masturbated to his Lead Pony, to Spitfire who he knows.
The next morning..
07:13
So, there I was happily eating my food, at breakfast.
Sat at a table.
Flicking food in my mouth as I sat back, lazed around, took a drink of orange juice, stuff like that.
I was happy.
Content to wait until we had to "Begin the trials", I knew I would pass, whatever they could throw at me. Spitfire could and will take it, and dish it out. Heck, I've already got Soarin as my wing pony, he's only known me for a day and I've already got the blue stallion trying to chat me up, does he really think I am that stupid not to tell?.
And to make things even worse, I am going to have to put up with this guy until I win the 1st place, get into the Wonderbolts, gain all the glory and get TOP GUN for my amazing efforts. Because that's the only thing I want in life, I don't care for a coltfriend, I've had enough, had sex with enough to realise that I am useless, I am are useless at keeping a relationship and I only bother with short term, even then I still failed. I don't think I could handle a long term before I start cracking under the pressure.
It was depressing enough in college, seeing all of my relationships falling apart while a girl that is so much less prettier than me do something romantic or have sex every night with her four year partner. While I just sit there in the corner, failing at my grades.
I was engrossed in my self hatred that I didn't notice a heavily muscled hoof appearing out of nowhere, it landed on my shoulder and whacked me so hard that I spat out orange juice.
Surprised and startled I said the first thing that came out of my head.
"The fuck?". I spurted out before looking up and staring upwards into the eyes of my favourite Wonderbolt.
"Oh hai there". Havoc grinned at me, his smiling face at odds with his muscles, beautiful wings and the dark mane of his that cloaked itself even in the morning such as this.
"I uh...what?". I stammered, lost my battle for vocal communication and then squealed like the fan-girl that I am before finally falling quiet.
"Hello MISS Spitfire, can I join you at this table for breakfast?". Havoc winked playfully and I just nodded like a idiot, a crazy grin present on my face. My heart rate increasing massively, soon I could feel it banging across my chest.
Hes sitting down, with a drink, drinking out of it....ask him something you fool!
"So, how are you feeling today?". He asked before slumping back on his chair, being casual like only Havoc can be, of course saving me the embarrassment of asking my own question.
"I uh".
I didnt brush my mane.
What has that got to do with it?
Lie to him, say your fine, Hes talking to you for a reason Spitfire, he KNOWS your different from the rest.
"I'm fine, I feel good today, ready to uh go out and practice hahaha". I nervously laughing, trying to deflect the attention away from the fact that I felt and looked out my depth.
"Really?, do you wish to impress everyone?". He continued with that sexy voice of his.
"Yes!, Yes I do!".
"I'm sure you will, did anypony tell you how beautiful you are?". Oh my gosh he think I'm beautiful!
" Well yes and no I I I guess". I half said, half stammered.
"Anyway, lets get to why I'm here shall we?. Well Miss Spitfire, I heard that you are in the market for a few things, being a mare of many talents eh, I was thinking that maybe tonight....". He leaned forward and whispered, so close that we were practically touching, I was blushing hard like a cherry.
"Yes!"? I almost over enthusiastically shouted, intent on what he was trying to put across. I was curious to what he meant, I have been in a lot of magazines and tried to make myself known to the world.
"You could come over to my place, and share...a drink together and talk about...you". I felt even hotter, I could feel my seat get wet under me. Maybe I was a little too excited.
"Ok". Was the only thing I could reply without screaming in joy.
"Ill be watching at your practices or trials, don't disappoint me...Miss Spitfire". With that he winked and disappeared.
I felt warm, in love and totally hopelessly trapped with Havoc.
I'm going to his place tonight, nothing will stop me.
Even Soarin with his stupid antics wont stop me.