What a day.

By all accounts, it should’ve been the best day of Thunderlane’s life. He’d been dreaming about this for years, his whole life. He was a Wonderbolt. He was finally a Wonderbolt! He’d been training to join the ranks of the most elite flyers since he was a colt, worked his wings off to hone his skills. Thunderlane had natural talent, of course, but Celestia-given gifts can only get you so far. Thunderlane took his instincts, the skill he was born with, and combined it with rigorous training and unwavering discipline to eventually realize his dream of becoming a Wonderbolt.

He then proceeded to fuck it up in every way imaginable.

Thunderlane had made a horse’s ass of himself during his first practice, first failing to bring his goggles from home and being forced to ask for a spare set from Spitfire. As punishment for his carelessness, Spitfire made him run three laps around the obstacle course blindfolded, with the rest of the Bolts watching as he stumbled around in an attempt to get through it. Thunderlane felt like a moron, his superiors laughing at him as he bumped into hurdles and knocked over cones.

Then, he botched several incredibly simple flight patterns, no doubt due to his nerves. He even crashed directly into Spitfire, which earned him another set of laps (though, thankfully, this time without the blindfold). Thunderlane was a laughing stock. He had barely made it to the showers in one piece.

As Thunderlane rushed in to shower at the end of practice, he was met with screams and thrown bars of soap. It didn’t take long for him to realize that, somehow, he had stumbled into the mare’s showers. He didn’t even get a chance to explain himself before he was kicked out and forced into the locker room.

And that’s what brought Thunderlane here, to his bench in the corner of the locker room, staring at the ground and rethinking his life choices. If his first day was any indication, Thunderlane wasn’t cut out for being a Wonderbolt. He let out a sigh, wondering if his parents would let him move back in if things didn’t work out. He couldn’t even imagine what he’d do otherwise. Maybe his dad could get him a job at the weather factory…

“You look like you had a rough day, rookie.”

Thunderlane looked up, a bit taken aback. So lost in his own self-pity was he that he didn’t hear the door open, nor did he hear Soarin step inside. Thunderlane stumbled over himself as he stood up to salute.

“C-commander Soarin! I’m sorry, I was just—”

“Yikes, am I really that scary that I get ‘commander’ now?” chuckled Soarin. “And yet Spitfire calls me soft… Anyway, you can drop the salute, kid. It’s not that serious.”

“Sorry.” Thunderlane stood stiffly, unable to resist the shellshock that comes with being in the presence of your idol. “I was just lost in thought. Didn’t hear you come in.”

“Don’t worry about it. Spitfire told me what happened, just came to make sure you weren’t crying in the showers.”

“Not yet, sir,” said Thunderlane. Soarin laughed, which brought a bit of ease to Thunderlane.The tension faded, the very air growing lighter.

“Well, that’s good. We don’t like quitters around here,” said Soarin. “And besides, I’ve got eighty bits in a pool saying that you’ll last at least until Friday, so if you could hold off on resigning until then, that’d be great.” Thunderlane’s eyes went wide, which brought another smirk to Soarin’s face. “I’m kidding. Come on, rookie, lighten up.”

“Sorry. Today’s been…”

“A shit show?”

“I was gonna say ‘less than great, but yeah,” sighed Thunderlane. “Shit show works.” Soarin crossed the locker room and took a seat across from the newest recruit. Though Thunderlane had seen it plenty of times before, and in fact was wearing one now, he couldn’t help but admire the Wonderbolt uniform. The bright blue and gold reminded Thunderlane of his boyhood room, which was painted much in the same way. It was strange to be in the presence of someone that Thunderlane had worshipped for years, made doubly odd by how casually and familiarly Soarin spoke to him.

“Well, I actually just got in. Paperwork and crap, you know how it is,” said Soarin. “So give it to me straight. What actually happened?”

Thunderlane sighed, then relayed the whole embarrassing ordeal. Soarin listened intently, to the point where Thunderlane felt he was being studied. Soarin didn’t say anything as Thunderlane explained himself, just kept watching him. Thunderlane wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, but Soarin seemed to be boring through him with just his eyes.

“So, yeah,” said Thunderlane with a tired sigh. “I messed up basically everything. And Now I’m pretty sure that I shouldn’t even be a Wonderbolt.”

Soarin chuckled, shaking his head. Then, he stood up and took a seat closer to Thunderlane, nudging him with his wing. Thunderlane recoiled slightly at being laughed at, but he didn’t voice his concerns. Soarin wasn’t the type to just laugh at him like that. He was going somewhere with this.

“Kid, you were fine,” laughed Soarin. “Sounds like a typical first day.”

“I flubbed basic maneuvers.”

“Yeah, no shit. You’re nervous. Nobody expected you to give a decent performance today. It’s your first day, we’re just hoping that you didn’t kill anyone. And you didn’t, so good work.”

“But… Spitfire embarrassed me in front of everypony,” said Thunderlane. Again, Soarin chuckled a bit at Thunderlane’s expense.

“Yeah, I bet she did. That’s what she does, rookie. To teach you humility. Do you have any idea how cocky some these recruits are?” said Soarin. “Spitfire likes to chop everypony down to size, let them know that respect is something you earn in the Bolts.”

“Okay, but what about the shower thing? You can’t deny that I fucked up there.”

“It’s called a rib, kid. The showers are co-ed. The mares like to fuck with rookie stallions like that, especially nice guys like you. Consider it your welcome to the Wonderbolts.” Soarin rustled Thunderlane’s mane as he stood up. “So you fucked up in flight, got emasculated by the captain, and hazed by the ladies. Sorry to break it you, bud, but you had a perfectly normal first day of training.”

Thunderlane wasn’t sure how much he believed Soarin. He was positive that he had the worst day in the history of the Wonderbolts. Even still, he appreciated his kindness. It calmed his nerves ever so slightly, helped him feel like he wasn’t so alone.

“Thanks, Soarin,” sighed Thunderlane. “I appreciate it.”

“You’ve got a problem, Lane. A really common problem, but a problem nonetheless,” said Soarin. “And your problem is that you're not comfortable with the team.”

“Huh?”

“It's simple. I'm guessing you're kinda starstruck, right?”

That was the understatement of the century. Even now, with Soarin’s calm demeanor, Thunderlane felt awestruck. He was sitting right next to a Wonderbolt, for Celestia’s sake! Soarin was one of Thunderlane’s heroes, one of the greatest aerial aces in Equestrian history. He couldn’t help but be starstruck.

“Something like that,” said Thunderlane nervously. Soarin shifted a bit closer to him, wrapping a wing around his shoulder. Thunderlane shivered involuntarily as the feathers brushed against him, Soarin pulling him closer.

“You need to get comfortable with the team, rookie. Get familiar with us.” Soarin’s voice went low, almost a whisper, and it slithered up Thunderlane’s spine. “Maybe… Blow off some steam…”

“W-what?” Thunderlane squirmed slightly in Soarin’s grasp, but didn’t try to free himself entirely. “What are you…”

“I’ve got something that’ll melt all that stress and pressure away.” Soarin nipped Thunderlane’s ear gently, chuckling as the rookie shuddered. Soarin stood up, standing before Thunderlane with a mischievous grin. Thunderlane’s heart skipped a beat as Soarin grabbed his zipper in his teeth and slowly pulled it down.

“Wait!” Soarin stopped, the zipper down to Thunderlane’s waist, just barely keeping his stallion bits contained. “What are you doing?!”

“I thought you’d be able to make some guesses, rookie,” said Soarin. “Like I said, you need to relax. This is gonna relax the hell out of you. Unless you’re more interested in those mares in the shower.”

Thunderlane was not. With the exception of ponies like Spitfire, he had always prefered stallions. Somehow, he felt that Soarin knew that already. Soarin also seemed to know that Thunderlane found him to be incredibly attractive. He carried himself with a confidence only known by those who know just how good-looking they are. If everything else hadn’t gone wrong for him that day, Thunderlane wouldn’t have even questioned it.

“I’ve been ribbed once already. I’m not in a hurry to get played twice.”

“Fair enough. So, let me show you that this isn’t a game.”

Without waiting for further resistance, Soarin tugged Thunderlane’s zipper down the rest of the way. Thunderlane’s thick, black, half-hard shaft flopped forward, catching Soarin on the nose. The veteran Wonderbolt let out a purr as he inhaled Thunderlane’s scent, his heady musk floating into Soarin’s nostrils and intoxicating him with the smell of his masculinity.

“Holy shit, kid,” said Soarin, nuzzling Thunderlane’s cock. “You’re packing! Sweet Celestia, you’re not even fully hard yet…”

It seemed that Soarin wanted to change that, as he immediately went to work. He placed wet, sloppy kisses up the length of Thunderlane’s shaft, his soft lips working Thunderlane to a full erection. Soarin wasn’t exaggerating; Thunderlane was indeed massive. Longer and thicker than just about any stallion Soarin had encountered before.

“Oh my god…” gasped Thunderlane. His eyes darted around the locker room nervously, but did nothing to stop Soarin from servicing his cock. How could he? Soarin was sending arcs of pleasure up his shaft with every kiss and lick of his stallionhood.

Soarin gave Thunderlane’s cockhead a tiny kiss before setting his sights lower; He ran his tongue across Thunderlane’s heavy set of balls, relishing in the rookie’s delighted shudder above him. He wrapped his lips around one of Thunderlane’s balls, sucking and tonguing it with an increased vigor. He wanted his rookie to squirm, and squirm Thunderlane did. He quaked and quivered, entirely at Soarin’s mercy.

“Quit teasing,” he hissed. “If you’re gonna do it, then do it!”

To Thunderlane’s massive disappointment, Soarin’s lips pulled away from his balls, churning with cum that demanded an escape. Soarin licked his lips, raising an eyebrow at his fellow Bolt.

“Listen here, kid. I may not always act like it, but I’m still your superior. That means I know what I’m doing better than you,” said Soarin, though his tone was nothing if not humorous. He smirked at Thunderlane’s blushing, embarrassed expression, teasing him further with a long, slow lick up the length of his thick stallion meat. “I’m what you’d call a pro at this kind of thing. So, if I want to take my time and appreciate this thick, hard cock…” Soarin dove lower yet again, returning his attention to Thunderlane’s balls. “Or these fat nuts… Well, then, I’m gonna take my time. Understand, rookie?”

Thunderlane gulped, biting down on his lip nervously. A bead of sweat ran down his brow as he trembled in his seat, entirely at Soarin’s mercy. He locked eyes with Soarin, losing himself in the confident gaze of his superior, before slowly nodding his head.

“Yes, sir.”

Soarin smiled, then got right back into it. His kisses got wetter, his licks grew sloppier, as he went about tasting every single square inch of Thunderlane’s stallionhood. The smell and taste were intoxicating, Thunderlane’s musk clouding Soarin’s mind. It was getting harder and harder to follow his own advice and take his time, but he managed to keep things moving slowly. Thunderlane’s cock oozed pre, which Soarin dutifully licked up, his tongue tracing the curve of Thunderlane’s tip.

Finally, Soarin could wait no longer. He gave in, wrapping his lips around Thunderlane’s throbbing, twitching, dripping member. Soarin moaned around Thunderlane’s girth, sending shivers down the rookie’s spine. The expert tongue slid and slithered around Thunderlane’s cock, and Soarin slowly bobbed his head down, making Thunderlane’s length gradually disappear. At the same time, Soarin reached forward and carefully cupped Thunderlane’s balls, gently massaging the cum-filled orbs. Thunderlane’s hips bucked forward, almost of their own accord, trying to bury as much of his stallionhood in Soarin’s warm, wet mouth as possible.

“If I knew this was the welcome, I would’ve enlisted ages ago,” groaned Thunderlane. Soarin chuckled (or did as best as he could with a large amount of cock in his mouth), then doubled his efforts. Soon, he had taken as much of Thunderlane’s cock as he could. At least, that’s what Thunderlane thought. Soarin, somehow, kept going, going deeper and deeper. His tight, perfect throat accepted Thunderlane’s impressive length, sending the rookie pegasus to a very special sort of heaven.

Soarin pulled back, taking a break and letting his new recruit catch his breath. He ran his hoof up and down Thunderlane’s length, slick with saliva, and leaned in occasionally to slurp up a bead of precum from Thunderlane’s cock. Thunderlane was leaking steadily now, clearly dying to release. His balls were all but gurgling in Soarin’s hoof as he squeezed and teased them.

“I don’t normally do this, if I’m being perfectly honest with you,” admitted Soarin. “But that’s cause most recruits aren’t as cute as you, and they definitely don’t have what you’ve got. Seriously, bro, I could spend all day on—”

To Soarin’s surprise, Thunderlane didn’t seem to especially care about what he was saying; Instead, Thunderlane was focused on grabbed Soarin by the hair and shoving his thick cock past his superior’s lips. Soarin glanced up, taking in the want and desire in Thunderlane’s eyes, before he felt Thunderlane thrust aggressively, burying his cock deep into Soarin’s waiting, wanting throat.

Soarin was surprised by, but in no way opposed to, Thunderlane’s sudden gusto. In fact, this was exactly what he wanted from his new recruit. Soarin wanted Thunderlane to take control, to bring an idolized Wonderbolt down to the level of a common cocksucking whore. And that’s exactly what Thunderlane did by fucking Soarin’s throat, getting his cock slick and dripping with Soarin’s spit.

Thunderlane let out a groan as he came, his cock bursting and sending thick ropes of cum down Soarin’s throat. Soarin was no rookie, and gulped down Thunderlane’s seed greedily. He couldn’t have possibly been prepared for the bounty of Thunderlane’s load, though, and he was unable to keep up for long. Soon, cum filled his mouth, breaking out of the corners of his lips and leaking onto the floor. Soarin pulled his mouth free for breath and, somehow, Thunderlane was still cumming. The last four thick, heavy jets of cum plastered across Soarin’s face, painting him with sticky white.

“Wow! You really were stressed, huh?” chuckled Soarin, after he gulped down as much of Thunderlane’s cum as he could. “Sweet Celestia, you made a mess…”

“S-sorry…” said Thunderlane, blushing harder than ever before. “I don’t know what came over me, I—”

“I never said I didn’t like it. I’m proud of you, actually.” Soarin stood up, keeping one eye closed so as to prevent a large glob of cum from dripping down into his eyes. “This is exactly what I wanted from you, actually. I wanted you to blow off some steam. Take charge, get aggressive. You didn’t disappoint.”

And, with that, Soarin began walking away. Thunderlane was so lost in the euphoria of busting a nut in his idol’s face that it took him a few moments to realize that Soarin was leaving, heading for the showers. Thunderlane looked down at his cock, still rock-hard and ready to go, then back up just in time to see Soarin disappear into the showers, his tail raised to show off his ass.

Thunderlane smirked, stood up, and followed behind Soarin. He stalked into the showers boldly, not at all with the fear or reservation he did before. Now, he knew he wasn’t going to get shouted out of the room for being a pervert. Now, he wasn’t even sure if he cared. Because now, all Thunderlane was focused on was Soarin’s ass.

The Commander himself didn’t seem to notice that he was being followed. He went about his business as usual, as if he wasn’t positively dripping with cum. He attracted a few stares from some of the mares around, but nothing he wasn’t used to.

“Hey, Commander,” said a deep blue mare adjacent to Soarin. “Busy day?”

“Heh. Something like that, Mitzy. Was just welcoming the new recruit. He’s a cute little—”

Soarin undoubtedly had more to say, but he was distracted by the sudden weight deposited onto him. He looked back to see Thunderlane, a hungry, almost predatory look in his eyes. The rookie had lost all of his trepidation, completely conquered his nerves.

“Uh… I’m assuming this is the fresh meat you were talking about?” asked Mitzy with a smirk.

“Thunderlane? You… Uh… You okay, bud?” Soarin felt Thunderlane’s hoof on the back of his neck, slowly forcing Soarin’s head down. “Uh… Look, I know we had a bit of fun earlier, but—”

“You said I should take charge. This is me, taking charge,” said Thunderlane. By this point, he had Soarin pinned down to allow a clear shot at his toned, tight flank. Thunderlane pushed Soarin’s tail away, leaning down to run his tongue up Soarin’s balls, then the outline of his ass.

“I d-did say that, yeah. And, no kidding, I’m loving this. B-but I wasn’t really expecting you to do this in front—!” Soarin let out a tiny yelp as Thunderlane gently nibbled at his flank. “I wasn’t expecting you to do this… In front of… The rest of the team…”

“Hey, you,” said Thunderlane, turning to Mitzy. “You got a problem with this?”

“You tell me,” she said, dropping to her butt and rubbing her pussy at the sight before here.

“Well, that’s good enough for me.” Thunderlane mounted Soarin again, prodding his asshole.

“Dude, are you really gonna fuck me in front of my subordinates?”

“Yep.”

Soarin sighed, but stopped trying to resist (not that he was doing much of that to begin with). He had told Thunderlane to be more aggressive. He should’ve been more specific. And Soarin would be lying if he claimed he didn’t want this. From the very moment Soarin laid eyes on Thunderlane’s cock, he wanted to, eventually, take it in the ass. So, instead of fighting it, he stood there, offering his ass for the newest Wonderbolt to claim.

And, for a moment, nothing happened.

“Uh… Are we gonna do this, or…?” said Soarin.

“Beg for it.”

“Are you serious?”

Thunderlane pushed forward, gently easing his cock in. Soarin groaned as he felt Thunderlane’s flared head enter him, filling his ass with his cock. Thunderlane proceeded slowly, agonizingly slowly, taking joy in Soarin’s tiny gasps and moans. And, just when Thunderlane was about halfway in, he stopped.

“Beg for it,” said Thunderlane again. Soarin groaned, trying to push back on Thunderlane, to slide more cock into him, but Thunderlane kept him secure with a strong, steady hoof.

“C’mon, man, don’t make me do this,” whined Soarin. “This is embarrassing enough with Mitzy watching…”

“Well, I know you can’t really see from here, but it’s not just me anymore,” snickered Mitzy.

“Yeah, I came to see what was going on with the rookie,” came a voice from behind Soarin.

“Fleetfoot, is that you?! What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Watching you squirm like a little bitch, for one.”

“God damn it!”

Thunderlane slowly pulled his cock back, until just the tip was still inside Soarin’s ass. The Wonderbolt Commander groaned, wanting nothing more at that moment than to be filled with his thick, throbbing stallionhood.

“Fuck, fine! Fuck me, Lane,” groaned Soarin, swallowing his pride. “Please. I need it, Lane, just do it…”

“That’s ‘sir’, to you,” said Thunderlane firmly. Soarin raised an eyebrow, but didn’t even think about disagreeing. Now was not the time to worry about rank and seniority. Now was the time to worry about cock.

“Yes, sir,” said Soarin, blushing as he heard several of the mares behind him laugh. “Please, sir. Please fuck me, right now!”

Thunderlane smirked, then immediately went to work. He plunged his cock deep into Soarin’s ass, earning him a low, shaky moan from the Commander of the Wonderbolts. He rocketed his hips forward, pounding into Soarin’s ass. Soarin let out a groan, quaking beneath the weight and power of his new favorite recruit. All reservations were lost, Thunderlane firmly in the driver’s seat and Soarin no longer caring about who might be watching.

“Fuck, that’s good… Harder, sir, please!” Thunderlane happily obliged, pounding Soarin’s wanty, needy ass even harder. Soarin moaned like a bitch in heat, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and drooling onto the cool, wet floor of the shower. Soarin wasn’t even remotely concerned with the crowd he was attracting, even as he heard his fellow Bolts flock in.

“Hey, who’s that under the rookie?”

“It’s Soarin! Crazy, huh?”

“Wow, the rookie is really going for it, huh? Somepony should go get the Captain, she’d get a kick out of this!”

“You can go if you want, but I’m not leaving. I wanna see if I can get a turn with the new guy when they’re done!”

“Y-yeah, based on how hard he’s plowing me right now, I’m gonna guess he’s not interested in mares,” panted Soarin. “And even if he is… He’s mine! So back off.” Soarin let out another moan. “Oh sweet Celestia… That’s an order…”

“Are you seriously slutty enough to pull rank over some dick?”

“You’re goddamn right I am!”

Thunderlane couldn’t help but grin. This was what he had hoped for from the Wonderbolts. Not necessarily getting laid (although that was definitely an added bonus). Thunderlane had hoped for this level of attention, this admiration from his peers. Sure, he expected it to be because of his incredible flying, but the why didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was redeeming himself. He wasn’t going to be known as the rookie that almost took out Spitfire. Now, he was going to go down in history as the rookie who fucked Commander Soarin in the showers on his first day.

At that moment, Thunderlane had to consider the validity of the Wonderbolts as a military organization.

“You ready for this, Commander?” purred Thunderlane. “I’m about to unload in your ass, Soarin. You want it?”

“Yes, sir, please!” moaned Soarin. “Cum inside me, sir, I’m begging you!”

Thunderlane picked up his pace, a feat thought impossible the many mares (and quite a few stallions) that had gathered to watch. They cheered Thunderlane on, urging him to go faster, harder, which he did happily. His hips were a blur as he slammed into Soarin, each thrust seeming to bring him deeper than the last.

Thunderlane let out a deep groan as his cock burst thick load after thick load of cum into Soarin’s ass. Sticky white filled him, a considerable amount leaking out and dripping to the floor. Just after Thunderlane came, so did Soarin, splattering the floor with his own load (which he couldn’t help but notice paled in comparison to Thunderlane’s). The audience clapped as Thunderlane dismounted his commanding officer, letting even more of his cum drip onto the floor.

“Woo! Nice work, rookie!”

“That was awesome! I’ve never seen Commander Soarin like this!”

“I’d shake your hoof, but mine’s a bit sticky, if you catch my drift…”

“What’s all this racket?”

The sea of ponies parted, nopony daring to answer. Spitfire made her way through the crowd, peering around the shower. She wasn’t sure at first why so many of her flyers were missing, but that soon became evident. She looked down at Soarin, laying tiredly in a pool of cum, and Thunderlane, who was blushing nervously and admiring his handiwork.

“Getting over your first day jitters?” asked Spitfire with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, ma’am,” returned Thunderlane, trying to look as if he hadn’t just fucked his commanding officer in the shower. Spitfire looked at him, then Soarin, then let out a tired sigh before turning on her hoof and heading for the door.

“Alright, people, break it up. We’ve all got work to do, let’s get to it. Not like this is the first time you’ve ever seen Soarin get dicked,” she said. “Won’t be the last, either… And Rookie?” Thunderlane looked up nervously. “Just make sure you clean up. Janitorial doesn’t get paid enough to mop up Soarin’s welcome parties.”

And, somehow, that was the end of it. Spitfire shepherded the voyeurs away, leaving Thunderlane and Soarin alone. Soarin himself stood up, his legs a bit wobbly, giving Thunderlane a smirk.

“Nice hustle, sir,” said Soarin, leaning in to peck Thunderlane on the cheek. “I’m gonna go shower for real this time.” He turned, offering his flank to Thunderlane. “Unless you wanna go again?”

“I take it back,” said Thunderlane, smiling widely. “This was the best first day ever.”