“I have got a surprise for you,” Lightning Dust whispered into Soarin’s ear when she ambushed him in the changing rooms after a hard day of training. The steamy statement not what Soarin had expected to hear as he felt his back press against the cool steel of his locker, as confident hooves fell on his body goading him backwards. The stallion was taken completely off guard, not sure how to react to the piercing golden gaze of the familiar intruder flashing him the bedroom eyes as she looked at it with an overwhelming desire of want, making it blatantly obvious what her “surprise” entailed for the spirited stud.

The intimate interaction of her hot body pressing against him, stirring deprived feelings in Soarin’s body, as his wings unfurled in tandem with his staff slipping from it sheathe. The matter made all the easier as her hoof tip tentatively tapped the throbbing head like a snake charmer coaxing the massive masculinity from its musky den. The tempting touch caressing the tender skin causing Soarin to shiver as the stallion’s inhibitions began to wane with each excited heartbeat.

“We… We shouldn’t, Spitfir….” he stuttered, tensing slightly as Lightning’s frog fondled his junk with a gentle squeeze. Soarin’

“Spitfire won’t find out….” whispered Lightning, her other hoof coming to his lips pursing them silencing him, as she let her body language do the talking for her wants of the flesh. The amber maned mare cooing lightly like a debaucherous dove as she leaned into Soarin’s broad chest so her bloated barrel pressed against his trimmer belly. The doughy flesh surprising the stallion, as though the turquoise mare was a powerful flier, Lightning’s years after being expelled from the Wonderbolts had clearly not been flattering on her figure. The toned rump contrasting sharply to the mare’s muffin top, as the washout’s feminine wiles continue to tempt Soarin’s senses with offers of fraternizing fornication.

“…. And based on how hard your cock is twitching against my thigh you want this more than I do,” teased the mare as she confidently straddled the stallion so her peachy folds kissed the veiny girth. The warm peck of the plush pussy alone enough to cause a sensual shudder to quake down the pumped-up phallus, as the mons gently booped Soarin’s already gyrating groin.

The anticipation of copulation building within him as biological imperative took precedence over protocol. The pressure within his loins so high that he almost exploded when Lightning Dust turned, flaunting her squeezable flank with a gentle wriggle as she rotated her eye-catching body and without a word pushed her ponut down, so the winking backdoor bagel came to a rest upon Soarin’s bobbing bellend. Lightning waggling her rump lightly in a saucy tease before she relaxed and allowed her body to slowly sink down the shaft as her rectal cavity swallowed the meaty peg whole. The humid darkness easing over Soarin’s cock, as he gasped from the squeeze of its tight confines, that grew ever snugger as Lightning danced her way over his stern stallionhood. The oozing encasement gentle, only a sharp jolt to the left breaking the flow as Lightning bent her bowels to allow the penetrating penis to straighten the sigmoidal so that Soarin could wear the mare’s intestine like a clenching condom.

Lightning biting her lip to still the trembling, as she completely mounted the firm rod and felt her buttocks come to a rest on Soarin’s lap. The stallion moaning already as he took in the feeling of Lightning’s anus munching on his girth with a series of pulsing pinches as the dingy tunnel formed a seal upon his erect member. The second in command shuddering as with a slow movement Lightning raked his flair across her velvet insides as she began to rut him reverse cowgirl. The mare guiding his hooves to her haunches as her wings fanned in arousal, as with each rocking motion Soarin’ began to fully experience Lightning’s accommodating body and he was loving every minute of it.

“Do you like them,” said Lightning between huffs as she gradually picked up the pounding pace. Soarin’ responding with a sound of aroused approval over the passionate grunts as his loins were milled by the ravenous rectum. The pegamare in complete control as she lathered his loins with her crackling colon, her gyrations upon the Wonderbolts gonads bringing his man mustard to a boil as soon he would erupt in a dollop of desire. Soaring bracing himself upon the bouncing buttocks so his hooves dug into the posterior paunch with an ever-tightening grip as Lightning wound him up like a clockwork soldier.

“Spitfire looks great as my flank fat, I really need that shot of professional protein,” exclaimed Lightning, as she came down heard, her damp sex adding a deprive sliver of sexual secretions to Soarin’s squirming scrotum. The words flying over Soarin’s head as he was too enthralled in the shapely arse that was enveloping his lust clouded senses.

“Though I think she is done brewing, and it’s time to let her out…..” continued Lightning before she let out a low groan and felt the contents of her packed bowel shift in a mighty movement of packed pony fudge. Soarin’ going wide-eyed as he felt a sticky muddy feeling slip over his cock as Lightning simple shat out her processed occupant with a strong squeeze of her pelvic floor as she felt her core convulse as she let loose a defecation deluge. The firm force of the lurking faeces falling away as Lightning leaned forward and gritting her teeth confidently shat out her former commanding officer. Soarin’ unable to react in time as the already slack backdoor let out a mighty yawn ejecting his soggy sausage as well as the baked colon cake that seemed to be embedded in a crinkling wrapper with a forceful splat as it voided the festering filthy in a boulder-like bum bomb. The shaft skewering the shite like a shish kebab making it all the easier to deposit the load, as Soarin in a matter of moments found a shit foal birthed onto his knees.

“You ate her….” Stammered Soaring as he looked upon his friend turned dump, the golden mare now a few shades browner as her compacted form sat around his cock like a dirty fleshlight. The thought of his comrade festering just around the bend shocking him, as he had been ploughing an equine who had turned one of the best fliers in Equestria into little more than mare mud. His erection remaining in salute as it sat in the mess, as the sheer domination of the act left his masculinity confused as it maintained an awkward boner.

“And digested her, and shit her out like the nasty rations they serve in the mess,” stated Lightning proudly as she leaned back and began to polish Soarin’s muddied manhood with her sodden snatch.

“It was too easy, a few swallows a quick burp to end her pathetic protest and before I knew it she was knocking at my back door ready for you to glaze her,” continued Lightning as she worked the shaft maintaining Soarin’s hard-on as it wallowed in the mare muck.

“The diaper was just to act like a bung, I couldn’t have her coming out too soon, that would have spoiled the surprise,” explained Lightning, as she just rocked back and forth upon Soarin’s trembling trunk, the stallion lost for words at the raunchy revelation.

“You… you killed her,” stuttered Soarin, not quite able to compute that the steaming coil he was being rubbed in was his friend turned anal loaf. The horror of the bone flecks prickling against his skin doing little to deflate his firm phallus as his private parts shivered in the tepid turd.

“It really wasn’t difficult, for such a hardass she turned soft pretty quick, besides I couldn’t have her getting in the way of my new boy toy,” replied Lightning crassly, as she knew what she wanted, and for the time being it was to be satisfied by this cucked excuse for a stallion who even now was maintaining a stiffy as he marinated in the mare he respected most. The only downside was that Shitfire had digested too smoothly, no heartburn, not fight it was almost disappointing as the revenge did not play out like it had in the countless fantasies that Lightning played out in her depraved mind. The arrogant athlete giving a little wriggle before going still and digesting like a good mare, and little remained of her in the greasy log that has smoothly left with nary a tooth or feather to strum the sphincter in her passing.


“Now be a good boy and finish up, otherwise I will be shitting you out on Rainbow’s chest when it's her turn to explore my piping,” teased Lightning Dust as she picked up the pace. The Pegasus leaving her ultimatum, as she looked back to see his blissful face distorted with fear and perverse passion as the sheer sea of stimuli and taunting was too much for him to handle and he gave in to his base instincts.

“You would like that wouldn’t you Soarin,”


“Soarin!”


“Soarin!!”

“Soarin!!!” the words morphing from Lighting’s to Spitfire’s voice as Soarin sprang out of bed and fell to the floor like a drunken walrus, as he semiconsciously responded to the mare barking his name.

“Soarin’!!! Get your ass out of bed, training starts in 15 minutes!” snapped Spitfire as she towered over the prostate Soarin as she welcomed him back to the land of the living in a way that only a drill instructor could. The stallion acutely aware of the morning wood as he concealed it beneath his body and looked up with groggy eyes to confirm that he was present, breathing and for the time being functional.

“Yes Ma’am,” responded Soarin’ with a clumsy salute as he waited a few seconds for Spitfire to grumble her response to his incompetence bordering on imbecilic as she chewed him out before storming off that was sure to result in the next pony to look at her funny having a significant emotional event. Soarin’ get staggering to his hooves using his thighs to hide his shame as his only thought before he scurried off to take a quick, cold shower was that the fiery female would look great swaying from a stomach and based on solid stiffy nodded it agreed…….

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It seems Lightning Dust has returned for revenge against the Wonderbolts. She has already relegated Spitfire to Shitfire, and now she is having her way with Soarin'.

A collab with  Naarkerotics who comissioned the accompanying image to go with my short story from  Coillte . I hope you guys enjoy this little dollop of deviance :)

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