//------------------------------// // Wonderbolt Academy... // Story: The Wonderbolt Academy // by Anonymous Assassin //------------------------------// The busy day was slowly beginning to wind down as the latest group of Wonderbolt recruits began to pack up and prepare to leave the academy. For most, this would be the last opportunity they would ever have to walk the hallowed halls of their barracks... It was a bittersweet feeling, really; the experiences they had there would undoubtedly be some of the best memories they would ever make. After all, very few ponies get the opportunity to spend eight weeks at the Wonderbolt Academy. For the recruits, this day was the worst part of the whole experience. Not knowing if they would be invited back to the next phase of training took its toll on everypony. The results of the selection process would not be announced until the closing ceremony, which is always scheduled for 19:00 on the final day of the training session. The feeling of nervousness and anticipation hung like a dark cloud over their minds throughout most of the day. Of course there are those select few recruits who shine above the rest... and they usually know who they are. After all the pomp and circumstance of the closing ceremony, the recruits and instructors finally get the chance to decompress and relax at the final banquet and after party. The ponies responsible for orchestrating the event are charged with the all-important task of providing some much-needed relief from the turbulent nature of the whole experience. It is always the most anticipated event of the year for the training staff and recruits alike, as it gives them all a chance to interact outside of the strict training environment. It also helps to prevent the elevated stress levels of the intense training from causing some of the less stable recruits to snap in a violent manner; it wouldn't be the first time in the many centuries of  Wonderbolt Academy history that such a tragedy has occurred... ***   Spitfire trotted down the main corridor which held the recruit barracks and looked upon all the young ponies bustling about the hallway. She couldn't escape the feeling of nostalgia creeping its way into her mind and found herself getting lost in the memories of her time spent in their position. She and Soarin were in the same flight team and shared a room together in this very same hall... Needless to say, there were some shenanigans that took place in the little room they called home for those eight weeks... It's a small miracle they were never caught by their drill instructors, but being the top fliers in their class had some advantages. The soundproofing spell they bribed that cute little unicorn intern to cast probably helped, too... And inviting her along for some of the fun was a mutually beneficial method of payment.   While Spitfire was caught in her musings of the past, she was almost blown over as a rainbow-colored blur zipped through the airspace just over her head. In its wake, a small shockwave blew a cloud of debris all about the room and sent anything not anchored firmly to the floor tumbling down the hallway. “Watch it, recruit!" she shouted as she regained her balance, but couldn't help the little smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth as she said to herself, "Rainbow Dash, now there's a filly who can give me a run for my money!" With a powerful thrust of her wings, she took to the air and glided a short distance down the hall. You know... I'll have to make sure to hit the showers with her after the initiation ceremony, she thought to herself with a mischievous glint in her eye. Spitfire landed and made her way to the end of the barren gray hallway as a group of recruits in the process of recovering a pile of gear from the floor hurriedly made a path for her. She turned the corner, still thinking of a dripping wet rainbow-colored mare in a hot steamy shower as she approached the entrance to the staff area. She came to a stop at the threshold and then blasted the tall double doors with a gust of wind from her wings. They slowly and silently swung open to reveal an impressive sight, even by the standards of the wealthiest of nobleponies. The staff area was, needless to say, far more luxurious than the recruit barracks. The walls were made of the finest white cloudsteel that bits could buy, their flat surface polished to a perfect sheen. A striking blue and gold thunderbolt banner hung from the vaulted dome ceiling and in the background was a mural of historical battles being fought by battalions of armored pegasi. The floor was covered in a posh carpeting of midnight blue, and pictures of her predecessors adorned the walls, all framed in gold trim. The many pieces of furniture were upholstered with fine Bitalian silk, their meticulously crafted bodies of exotic hardwood intricately carved and inlaid with silver. There was a life-size statue of Commander Hurricane standing proudly with wings flared, set upon a marble pedestal, which held its place as the centerpiece of the room. This was a particularly interesting item, one that held a great deal of historical significance to the pegasus race. It dated back to the pre-Nightmare Moon era, and was made of lunar steel crafted by Princess Luna herself as a gift to the warriors of Cloudsdale. It was later moved to the Wonderbolt Academy upon its founding, to stand tribute to the legendary feats of the pegasus warriors that had been recorded throughout history. Its presence was one of many ways in which the Wonderbolt wing of the Royal Air Guard held firm to the roots of their beginnings, and followed the long-standing military traditions of the pegasi. Spitfire walked through the doors, still plotting Rainbow Dash's unofficial initiation in the Wonderbolts’ shower room. She made her way to the center of the room, giving a respectful nod of her head to the likeness of Commander Hurricane as she passed by. Seeing the stallion on the pedestal brought her back from her musings, and she decided to go to the staff lounge to look for Soarin. She made her way through the vast lobby, then trotted down the hallway which led to their personal barracks. As she made her way to the common room, she saw him hovering over an apple pie, holding a little note card... A note card bearing a familiar stamp, which had a distinct resemblance to the cutie mark of a certain apple mare she remembered from last year's Gala. Heh, Soarin always was a sucker for some nice hot pie. Come to think of it, so am I... she thought to herself as the tantalizing smell of fresh apple pie wafted across her nostrils. It was then that she decided to capitalize on Soarin's weakness for a completely different type of pie... She silently glided toward him, his attention completely devoted to reading the note in his hooves. She quickly darted up next to him and loudly said: "Whatcha' readin' there, big guy?" A lopsided grin formed on her face as she bumped her flank against his. He jumped back and dropped to the floor with a bit of a blush creeping its way onto his face. "Ahh, uhh, n-nothing!" he stammered as he quickly tucked the note under a wing and shuffled it back into his saddlebags. "Aww, come on, big guy... no need to be embarrassed!" she said as she turned around and flicked her tail across his muzzle, then walked to the table to inspect the pie.. "You still got a thing for that cute little apple filly we met at the Gala?" Regaining a bit of composure, Soarin returned her smirk with one of his own and replied, "Hmm... Yeah, maybe I do! You know you liked her too... I saw the way you were looking at that flank." He waggled his eyebrows for suggestive emphasis and continued "I bet you wouldn't say no if I invited you along for some of the action..."   Spitfire chuckled and said "Guess you know what I like, don't you, stud?" She sidled up next to him and slowly ran her wingtip down his barrel, tickling his soft underbelly and eliciting a slight shudder from his wings. She whispered breathily into his ear, "...And I know exactly what you like." She moved back slightly and looked into his eyes with her most sultry and demanding look... She had him right where she wanted. As his wings began to rise on their own accord, she moved closer and brushed her lips against his, barely making contact. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin and the soft touch of her lips against his. She moved closer and gently nuzzled his cheek, letting her tongue flick lightly against the velvety fur along the edge of his ear, then began nibbling down his neck. She caught a glimpse of his wings slowly rising to full mast, and moved her head down to the base of his left wing to begin gently teasing the soft, downy feathers. She could feel Soarin shudder under her touch as she gently nipped and tugged at the sensitive area between his wings. Soarin leaned into her and let out a deep, throaty moan. Spitfire moved her muzzle back up to his ear and whispered, "You gonna give me what I want, big boy? ...Or am I gonna have to take it?" He responded by nibbling at the nape of her neck, which sent shivers down her spine... She recognized the familiar sensation of her own wings beginning to tingle and push away from her sides. She could feel his hot breath against her cheek as he made his way up to her ear, which further increased the sensation already threatening to coax her wings to spring out to their full length. Soarin capitalized on the opportunity presented by her steadily rising wings, and trailed a hoof along the crest of her wing down to the base, then hooked it underneath to reach one of the most sensitive areas of the pegasus anatomy... especially hers. Spitfire felt waves of pleasure pulsing through her nerves, and she let out a sharp gasp as her wing muscles tensed, resulting in a soft *Pomf* as her wings shot out to their full extension. Soarin then planted a gentle kiss behind her ear and whispered, "Anything you want, Spits..." He moved away, looking upon her with a  playful gleam in his eye and a dashing smile spread across his face. Spitfire leaned in just a bit closer and made contact with his muzzle. She stared deeply into his eyes, and let out a slight moan of pleasure... Then she booped her nose against his, smiled, and said, "How about some of that pie?"