And what a first day it was
Hot.
There was no other way to describe the feeling Spitfire had flying around the Wonderbolts’ compound in search of somepony, anypony, who could tell her where she was to report. Her khaki uniform didn’t help and her side cap had essentially taken up the duty of being a lesser sweatband. The whole lot was seemingly empty - did everypony go on a mission or did they just all have a day off right now?
“Figures”, she muttered to herself, as the very sun itself seemed determined to make her first day miserable. She shouldered her heavy bags full of personal effects and, for lack of any more obvious options, flew towards the barracks.
First day as a Wonderbolt. Spitfire remembers getting the news as if it had only been yesterday.
“Corporal Spitfire reporting, sir”
“As you were.” Captain Honey Glaze sat at his desk, its surface cluttered with stacks of papers, letters, stationery and, of course, his very own collectible Wonderbolts figurine. That stupid thing always annoyed essentially everypony more than the Captain himself. Apparently, even the Captain wasn’t too fond of it.
“Spitfire”, he began, “I got you a new assignment. You’ll report with the Wonderbolts tomorrow at 1100 sharp. Report to your sarge and get your stuff. Congratulations.”
To say Spitfire had been surprised, was an understatement. But almost more than at - suddenly - making the team, the seeming lack of ceremony had left her wanting, but that’s the guards for ya.
Spitfire opened the main door, the inside, sadly, only slightly cooler than the aerial desert that was the runway.
“Hello?” She landed on the polished floor, and looked around for any sign of activity. She could faintly hear voices, that was a start. Slowly she followed the sound down the corridor, the conversing ponies clearly in pain. Did they get attacked?
Spitfire peeked into the room. There they were - the Wonderbolts. Well, three of them, at any rate - Blaze, Thunderhead and Heartbreak. They were in a miserable state, Blaze lazily fanning himself in a desperate attempt at directing some cool air towards him. All he achieved was to circulate the stench of sweat and musk around the room, or so Spitfire deduced from the smell.
“Who’re you”, groaned Thunderhead, hanging halfway off his bunk.
Heartbreak, idly rotating in a too-well-greased office chair, turned towards the door, the sudden stop having him feel very queasy, Wonderbolts training and years of experience notwithstanding.
Spitfire stood at attention, rump tight, legs slightly apart, shoulders straight, gaze level. “Corporal Spitfire, reporting for duty, sir!”
“Yeah, yeah, calm your tits. You’re the new meat then?”, said Heartbreak.
“Yes, sir!”
“Grand. Lucky for you like half the unit is off duty, and we sent Edge out to get something that isn’t boiling up here.”
Spitfire tilted her head in confusion. “Sir…?”
“What this means is we’re your introductory committee”, said Blaze.
After a very quick low-effort tour sponsored by Heartbreak, the two returned to their room, Spitfire’s spirits easily as sapped as her guide’s by now. A very hot day, indeed. Blaze and Thunderhead, however, were up on all fours and busily rearranging the room. Spitfire spoke up.
“What’s going on in here?”
Thunderhead gave her a big smile. “Well, since you’re already here, we figured it wouldn’t do to laze about like earlier.”
“Oh yes”, said Blaze, “And something that shouldn’t wait another minute is the passing down of your lessons.”
“Lessons? Didn’t I do that at the academy?”
Thunderhead’s face turned serious. “These are ancient traditions that have been carried since the days of yore. It won’t do to have you wait on learning them.”
“Uh, okay? What do I do?”
“As a Wonderbolt, you need to be quick, reliable, and flexible”, said Blaze, “And there is but one discipline that has always been able to prove a newcomer’s capabilities to exercise all of these virtues at once.”
Spitfire nodded.”Of course! I’m ready for anything you throw at me.”
Heartbreak, meanwhile, sat down to watch what the two had come up with for the newbie.
“Each and every single one of us had to pass the ‘Test of Eros’. You will partake in it as well.”
Test of Eros?, Heartbreak thought, Where is he going with this?
“The Test of Eros is actually pretty simple”; said Thunderhead. “You have to pleasure all attendant members of the Wonderbolts over the course of an hour. Nothing to it, really.”
Spitfire reeled back. “What?!”
Heartbreak shot Blaze a look. There would be words, strong ones and a lot of them, once this hazing was over. Of course she’d have to integrate into the unit sooner or later, but there was no need to overwhelm the newbie like that right out the gate. Things like this were what got the rumours out there. The yellow press are going to have a field day. The poor filly, he thought, She’ll quit at best and sue him at worst.
“Think you can handle me?” Spitfire grinned.
...or she just rolls with it.
“Big words”, Blaze said, picking up an alarm clock and setting it up for one hour. He also loosened the regulator - if they were going to have fun, he might as well make the hour last longer. “Hope you can back them up, newbie.”
Heartbreak massaged his temple. This was a disciplinary action waiting to happen, if not worse.
Spitfire opened her blouse, it couldn’t hurt to have a bit more air in her coat if she was going to exert herself.
“So”, she began, “Who’s going first?”
She looked between the two stallions in front of her, both in a race to raise their flagpole first. She closed in on Blaze, her hoof tracing up his pulsing dick, giving it a slight squeeze while giving a little giggle. “Guess that’d be you, sir.”
Blaze gulped audibly. He didn’t exactly expect her to actually take them up at the offer, but far be it from him to deprive a sexy mare of some relief. Her hoof felt pretty good, and her hot breath made him wild.
“Permission to suck your cock, sir?”
He grinned. “Granted.”
She went to work right away, giving his cock eager licks. Here she was, actually getting Wonderbolt dick! How’s that for an achievement?
Thunderhead placed a hoof on her dock. “Attention, Corporal! You call this a posture?”
Spitfire’s flanks immediately tightened, and she let off Blaze. “No, sir!”
“Corporal, I didn’t say stop. Get back to it!”
“Yeth, thir!”, she said, immediately going back to nibble along the horsecock in front of her.
“Come on, put some fucking effort into it! Suck him off like you mean it!”
She raised her head back to the tip and enclosed it between her soft and tender lips, her tongue flicking against the flat head. Blaze held her head with a hoof, guiding her down to his undercarriage. He began to moan in pleasure; whatever else, she had a knack for this.
“That’s more like it, down and up, and don’t skimp on the tongue. You’re gonna earn that dickbreath and if it takes a thousand years!”
Spitfire nodded along the cock in her mouth and let out an indistinct “Mhm” in between the wet smacks of her lips.
“Good girl, you got a rhythm going and are giving him a passable ride. You gotta do better than that though.”
Heartbreak spoke up. “Wonderbolts need to be able to deal with changing conditions.”
“T-that’s right”, Blaze said, “ooh Celestia, you never know what will happen on a mission, so you need some serious tenacity”
“Therefore”, Thunderhead said, “Let’s see you handle this.”
He lined himself up with her, grasped her ass in his hooves and rested his tip against her already leaking lips.
“Hampfle whapf?”, she asked, before she gave a surprised yelp as Thunderhead pushed forwards, his hard cock easily spreading her apart. He lingered, giving Spitfire a moment to adjust to the new feeling, before pulling out of her again and quickly turning to a solid rhythm.
“Keep it steady”, Blaze said as she very noticeably had trouble adjusting to the hard pounding she was getting from behind. Spitfire did her best to keep her motions smooth and controlled; she was taking it all very well for a beginner.
Heartbreak came over and sat down on her back. “Stress can easily outdo whatever expectations you may have”, he said, “And it can put a mental, or bodily strain on you.”
Spitfire began to sputter, the added weight making it harder for her to breathe, and Heartbreak immediately jumped off her. No need to overexert the new filly.
Blaze, meanwhile, had other plans. Her warm, wet massage was good, but he wanted more. His hooves still holding her in place, he pushed her further down his cock, until his tip touched against her hungry gullet.
Spitfire immediately coughed through her nose, trying to suppress her gag reflex and take his dick like a Wonderbolt. Bracing herself, she dove down, and with a slightly haphazard attempt at swallowing while her mouth was stretched open by cock, she managed to take his tip past the oesophagus. She pulled back shortly after, pulled her mouth off him, lest she ran out of air.
“What’s wrong? Can’t handle a bit of fucking? How will you ever fight a manticore with an attitude like that, huh?” Thunderlane kept thrusting, shaking Spitfire’s frame with every push. “A sad day for the Wonderbolts, if this is what they’re sending us.” He smacked her asscheek with a hoof, the tight flesh flinching only slightly.
“I can do this, sir!”
“Then get back to it.”
“Can Heartbreak get on my back again?”
Thunderhead and Heartbreak shared a confused look before Heartbreak climbed back up on Spitfire’s back. “She needs a saddle”, he joked.
Spitfire, meanwhile, dove back in on Blaze’s cock, her tongue collecting all the saliva and pre-cum that stuck to the hard meaty surface before taking him, again, into her mouth. She sucked him off, pushed his tip against the inside of her cheek while massaging it from the outside - Spitfire was going to make him cum as soon as possible, whatever it took. Speaking of taking - she was taking her rutting with ease, the size of the cock pushing inside her notwithstanding. Taking a deep breath, Spitfire swallowed Blaze’s cock for a second time, much easier than the last, and strained to hold out. Her throat convulsed wildly, attempting to pull in air when all it got was more dick, but she managed to calm herself down - diving practice did pay off, no matter how pointless it had seemed for a pegasus - and she began to bob her head, massaging his cock with heroic commitment, her tongue, straining to contribute to her onslaught, tenderly tracing the sensitive veins around the shaft.
“That’s pretty good, rookie”, said Heartbreak, “How are you holding up, Blaze?”
“Ooh, you have no idea. She’s amazing!”
You haven’t seen nothing yet!, Spitfire thought, and lifted her front hooves off the ground and stretched them out to her sides, letting herself be suspended by Blaze’s cock lodged in her throat while Thunderhead was pounding her pussy like it was going out of fashion.
Heartbreak’s eyes widened. “By Celestia’s butthole”, he said, his wings popping open with a loud ‘pomf’ and refusing to calm down.
Spitfire’s own wings fluttered in excitement, her wingboner suppressed under her tremendous control while she lowered her forelegs again and steadied herself, she’d noticed the stallions become more frantic in their onslaught, and as she suspected the two were already nearing their edge. Blaze held her head in position and began bucking into her throat, the violent thrusts eliciting an audible ‘glk’ from Spitfire’s throat until, finally, both he and Thunderhead reached their limit and came, shooting thick portions of hot, white, sticky cum into the eagerly waiting mare, her pussy all but milking Thunderhead’s cock for what he was able to give, and her head pulling off just far enough to get a taste of Blaze’s.
Though willing, Spitfire found herself struggling with the sudden flood of semen in two holes and pulled herself off the stimulating dicks. After several big, laborious gulps, she caught her breath and grinned at Blaze. “How’s that for a rookie?”
Heartbreak got off her and laid a hoof around her neck. “That was pretty good, but the hour isn’t over yet. Now you shot all the big fireworks already, how are you going to trump that?”
Spitfire gave him a look. “I guess you’re next?”
“Nah, I’ll pass. But I’m betting these two characters have some more ideas.”
“Characters, he says”, said Blaze, chuckling at the reference.
Thunderhead lifted his hoof to his chin. “I guess we could just go ag- whoa!”
“No time to lose, sport.” Spitfire had sat down and was jerking his cock furiously with her hooves, licking it occasionally to lubricate it.
“Hold on there”, Thunderhead moaned, “I’m not ready again.”
Spitfire shot him a cheeky grin. “Tradition dictates I have to pleasure you all over the course of an hour, and that hour isn’t over.” She took a foreleg off Thunderhead and waved both Heartbreak and Blaze closer. With her free hoof, she began to jerk Blaze softly, cupping his perky balls every once in a while. Spitfire then bowed forwards and planted a light kiss on Heartbreak’s freely dangling dick.
“All of you”, she said, and began to nuzzle Heartbreak’s undercarriage.
He let out a pleased sigh. “Look, kiddo, you’re already in it over your head.” He tried to push her head away with a hoof, but Spitfire knocked it away.
“I’d be stupid to skip you”, she said and began lapping at his cock. It definitely wasn’t the salt of a litre of semen talking. No, sir.
Well, maybe a bit.
Spitfire continued to jerk the two stallions at her sides while she worked her mouth
around Heartbreak’s cock, her wet lips travelling across the sensitive skin as she bobbed her head up and down in a, by now, practiced motion, ecstatic moans escaping her nose.
Heartbreak steadied himself on her shoulders, the slick sensation plenty stimulating and pleasant. “Holy shit, you’re good at this.”
“Mpfank hyou, thir.”
Her soft hooves continued their massage, the virile pulse of her partners’ cocks slowly returning to their meaty hardness. Oh yes, she thought, I can’t wait for the next load. She cupped their balls in her hooves, delicately trying to balance a testicle at a time on her soft, malleable frogs to practically feel them churn out their next load.
They all were getting close.
Spitfire took another deep breath and dove back in for an encore, greedily gulping Heartbreak’s dick, spearing herself on it, nudging him to finally start pounding her throat like a pussy. Heartbreak finally got the hint, held her head with a hoof and began thrusting.
Between the three stallions developed a sense of common understanding, that they just had to come as one. It would be a waste not to, and an insult to Spitfire’s lust.
Thunderhead’s cock twitched, Spitfire’s soft hoof wet with the lubricating saliva sticking to it.
Heartbreak’s cock tingled, the mare’s slick, tight throat spreading around it with the pressure.
Blaze’s cock pulsed, her massage sending him right across the edge.
With a loud, synchronised groan, the four ponies finally came, Blaze and Thunderhead shot rich, thick loads, splattering the mare with the creamy white substance, the mass sticking to her mane and coat, her uniform ruined with wet, sticky stains. Whatever didn’t stick, ran down her shoulders, wings and neck until the viscous material learned how to resist gravity. It was the Wonderbolts way.
Heartbreak, meanwhile, seemingly came buckets down Spitfire’s throat, the greedy mare seemingly insatiable. She swallowed in big gulps, trying to brave the flood that was his load, but it proved too much in the throes of orgasm. Spitfire resorted to the next best course of action, tightly sealing her lips around the pulsing cock in her mouth and trying to keep it in, her cheeks bulging out with the growing mass, the reflow causing her to cough, whichever strands of pegasus batter couldn’t spill out the corners of her mouth tried to escape via her nostrils.
Finally, his load relented, and Spitfire had enough time to swallow the goopy mass. It was so salty and sweet, the taste was amazing. She pulled off, cleaning the dick in front of her with several swift licks of her tongue before shooting Heartbreak a winning smile.
“You guys must have been really pent up, huh?”
“You have no idea”, said Heartbreak.
Spitfire flapped her painfully spread wings, slowly gaining control over the aroused appendage. She tenderly caressed Blaze’s and Thunderhead’s cock with them, her soft, fluffy feathers quickly getting sticky from the fluids still sticking to them. The tender touch was exactly what the two needed after their rapid massage. Their pleased moans were a testament to that.
She kept working her wings, and grinned at Heartbreak. “So, what’s the next exercise, hmm?”
Heartbreak couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “Heh. I wonder how you do in precision movements…”
Spitfire took her wings off the two stallions, waiting for him to direct her. Heartbreak wasted no time in pushing her back, and laid down on the ground, his cock still pointing upwards. Spitfire lined herself up with it, and placed her soaked lips at his tip to be slightly spread apart. “What now?”
“Now”, Heartbreak said, “we fuck. Except, you’ll stay airborne for its duration.”
With a grin, she let herself sink to her haunches, his dick slowly slipping in between her tight, wet folds. She moaned, this dick had already spread her throat apart, but now to do it while flying would prove… adventurous. Her wings, already fluttering from the shudders coursing through her body, began to build a proper rhythm, lifting her in the air just enough to get her back legs off the ground.
However, merely keeping her aloft was proving hard already, but to actually coordinate coitus seemed virtually impossible. Her wings beat wildly, trying to barely, just barely, fight against gravity. It also didn’t help that the cock stuck inside her sent her into writhing pleasure, making it hard to get any sensible motor control beyond, perhaps, her wings, which already tried their damnedest to erect themselves in excitement.
Heartbreak, meanwhile, was enjoying one of the most irregular massages to his cock he could ever expect, the wild and uncontrolled motion surprising him again and again. But something changed.
Spitfire began to regain control, and let her excitement work for her. In a smooth, regular rhythm, she let herself fall before catching herself again, gravity simulating an amazing force of thrust, Heartbreak’s cock driving deep into her tight, wet walls. “Nnhg”, she moaned, having to vent the excess air in her lungs.
For the stallion, this just was plain too much. He’d never experienced anything like Spitfire’s onslaught, and it showed. He moaned in pleasure, shivers coursing through his body, while his dick was tightly enveloped between Spitfire’s walls.
Spitfire, on the other hoof, was starting to wobble again, the pleasure of the cock ramming into her starting to overwhelm her again. Nevertheless, she still managed to hold on for a couple more thrusts, just in time until both she, and Heartbreak, inched across their threshold.
With a rich, meaty slap Spitfire’s ass landed on Heartbreak, and the two pegasi came again, Heartbreak pumping yet more semen inside Spitfire, the load washing back and spilling out her pussy in trails of thick cockmilk. She pulled off him, thick globs of the creamy off-white cum dripping out and making a mess of Heartbreak’s crotch - well, more so than it already had been.
“Heh… how’d I do?”
Heartbreak grinned. “Passed with flying colours. You’re making a mess, though, rookie.”
Spitfire landed next to him and quickly dragged her tongue across her ‘mess’, licking her lips with an appreciative hum after swallowing, sending the few swimmers left down to their squirming comrades sloshing around in her belly.
The other two managed to recuperate in the meantime, and Blaze tapped a hoof on her shoulder to get the newbie’s attention.
“There’s a wingjob you haven’t finished yet”, he said.
Spitfire whipped around and sat down between him and Thunderhead again, extending her wings to the fullest and displaying her feathers, some sticky from the earlier semen barrage. The two stallions scooted closer, giving her a much better reach to their cocks.
She wrapped a wing around each member, the soft primaries and secondaries creating a tender grip around the flesh, while the downs, now wet with the residual fluids, were left to brush softly against them. She flexed her wings, her feathers slowly and softly massaging the stallions in an incredible display of dexterity.
“Like that?”
“Ooh Celestia, yes”, moaned Thunderhead, Spitfire’s muscles turning what for unexperienced pegasi only ever amounted to a sweet caress into a proper massage, the texture adding so much to the experience.
Suddenly, the alarm went off, the clock rattling across its table until it fell off the edge. This was, technically, the sign to quit, but if Spitfire noticed, she didn’t care.
Blaze and Thunderhead thoroughly enjoyed her ministrations, her wing movements building a slightly jerky rhythm, driving them close to the edge, before, finally, flaring her wings in front of their tips ready to shoot. And shoot they did. As they came, Spitfire carefully caught it all in her wings, letting the strands of cum draw between the individual feathers, thick globs gluing the downs to the secondaries, and overall making a mess of her wing profile. When their assault subsided, she carefully flexed her wings so as not to splatter the jizz around the room, and slowly turned about.
“Permission to clean up, sir?”
Heartbreak grinned. “Granted. With that sort of performance, you’ll fit right in.”
Edge, meanwhile, returned just in time with two big tubs of ice cream to see a fiery yellow cum-splattered mare sashay down the corridor to the showers, her khaki uniform a plain mess. Rather than ask who the strange pony was, she galloped down to the common room to see Blaze, Thunderhead and Heartbreak high-hoofing one another like university freshmen.
“What in Tartarus is going on here?!”, she asked, “We fuck other units now?”
“Not in the slightest”, Heartbreak said, “She’s new to the unit.”
“Isn’t it a bit early to introduce her to, uh, us?”
Blaze put a hoof on her shoulder. “No worries. With her skills, she’s gonna fit right in.”
When Spitfire returned, still in her cum-soaked blouse and cap, but at least in flying shape, she grinned at the other mare. “Hi there.”
Thunderhead cleared his throat. “Edge, if I may introduce our newest member: ‘Spitroast’.”