Equestria Trainers' Society

Soarin flapped his wings proudly against the bright, midday sky. It had been a few hours since he left the Canterlot race track and he could hardly hold his excitement. He was going on a date with Fleetfoot, one of the most skilled and attractive members of his own team. It was strange, before this point no matter how many times he had tried to get with any of the mares of the Wonderbolts he was shot down, but with a free meal involved Soarin didn’t have reason to complain.

“Well... if I had my pick I would of preferred Spitfire inviting me over.” Soarin thought to himself as he delighted over the possibilities. “But Fleetfoot is smart, athletic, attractive and a nice pony to be around.”

Soarin placed his hooves on the streets of Cloudsdale, landing close to where Fleetfoot’s house was. “Now remember... this is her just thanking you for saving her earlier. Don’t expect anything from it beyond that.” He continued his thought as he approached the front door of the cloud house. “Play your cards right though and who knows.... maybe she will want to start dating regularly. You might even get laid.” He chuckled at his own absurd expectation. He knew Fleetfoot was a very professional mare and there was no way that she would sleep with another member of the team. Dismissing the idea he knocked on the door and waited patiently.

The door flew open and Soarin leaped at the sight before him. Fleetfoot stood in the doorway, completely nude aside from a leather band around her neck. The mare was a mess, perspiration covered her body making her skin glisten in the sunlight. Her mane was completely unkempt and as the stallion’s eyes drifted he noticed her crotch was dripping wet with her fluids.

“Um... I... uhh.... I have to go!” Soarin said in a state of shock. There was no way he could have prepared for this. He made an about face and took off to escape the situation, but the mare was on him. She grabbed his tail firmly and pulled the unsuspecting stallion out of the air, right through the door and into her home, tossing him on his ass.

Closing the door and locking it the pegasus mare examined at her prize. “Not so fast stud, me and you have a date.” Fleetfoot gave Soarin a lust filled look as she gripped her breast, squeezing it slightly as she let out pleasant moans.

“Fleetfoot! What the hell?! What is wrong with you?!” Soarin yelled, not exactly sure how to handle something like this. He had never seen a mare act like this before. Even when in heat they usually had some semblance of modesty, but Fleetfoot had seemingly gone wild.

“What's wrong? I thought you liked your girls to be a little loose.” Fleetfoot said with a pout, placing her index finger on her lower lip.

Soarin, calming down a bit and scooted back away from the mare. A little loose was an understatement. The way she appeared now it seemed as if she could take every stallion in Cloudsdale and still not be satisfied. “Look, I don’t think you are thinking straight. Have you seen yourself?”

Fleetfoot rolled her eyes. “Well sorry if I took the effort to get ready for you. I thought you might like to have a mare wrapped around your dick for once. We all know you have been chasing skirts for years now and I doubt you're some playcolt that can swoon a mare into your bed with a few sweet words or a glance.”

Soarin was stunned at what he was hearing. "Is this why you invited me over? To insult me?" He said, not enjoying this side of Fleetfoot. He had never seen her act this way before.

"No, of course not. I want to thank you for all you have done as my teammate." Said Fleetfoot as she went to the prone stallion, crawling over his athletic figure till the two pegasi were face to face. "Can't I do it with my body?"

Soarin couldn't contain his embarrassment having to turn his face away from Fleetfoot to prevent her from seeing him blush. "Are you serious?"

"Sure I am." The mare said before putting her muzzle to the stallion's neck, giving him a few light kisses as she tried to remove his clothing.

As Fleetfoot attempted to take off his shirt she found herself stopped when Soarin grabbed hold of her arm. "This isn't right. Something's wrong with you." He said.

The pegasus mare let out a noise of frustration. "Great... try to hand myself over to the biggest perv in the Wonderbolts and it turns out he has a code of chivalry." She thought as she removed herself from the stallion.

"Look...." She started as she tried to salvage the situation. "Maybe I came on a bit strong. I just thought that this was the kind of mare you liked."

Soarin picked himself of the floor and dusted himself off. "Do you really think of me that way?"

"No, I guess not...." The mare replied. "Could we maybe start this date over. I know I made a mess of things but I do want to thank you for earlier."

Soarin gave it a moments thought, this was a delicate situation. On the one hand he was very uncomfortable at the moment. Despite his objections, Fleetfoot's advances had some effect as he felt his solid penis press firmly against his pants.

On the other hand, it was plain to Soarin that this was some sort of cry for help. Combined with the vacation time she had taken it seemed like a clear sign that something was up.

For a moment he wondered if he should leave, go get Spitfire and have her talk to Fleetfoot. Then he thought about what the mare might do if he left her in this vulnerable state. If she felt rejected it was possible that she could go out and pursue another stallion to replace him. Soarin would never forgive himself if that happened.

"Ok I'll stay, but could you please put something on." Soarin said as he made efforts to keep his eyes off Fleetfoot's exposed body.

Fleetfoot couldn't believe the pony in front of her. She was about to tell him off, but realized if she did it would ruin her plans. "Fine..." She said, heading straight for her bedroom, much to the stallion's relief as he went running to the bathroom as soon as Fleetfoot was out of sight.

The pegasus mare stepped into her room, frustration evident on her face. She hadn't expected Soarin of all ponies to turn down free poon and she was in need of a good fucking.

"Not as easy as you thought, is it?" The pegasus heard from inside the room. Turning her head to her trophy cabinet to see her own reflection staring back at her with a scowl.

"Oh shut up." Fleetfoot said as she opened a dresser for some clothes. "I blame you for this. If you had some bigger tits he would've been putty in my hands."

The reflection's expression turned to one of smugness. "That's funny, I thought you were my masochistic desire. Turns out you're just my insecurity."

"Why don't you sink into my subconscious where you belong. That stallion will have me before the night is over." Fleetfoot said as she pulled out a pair of pink panties and a matching bra. "Ugh, we really need to get a new wardrobe. Something that says 'Bend me over and pick a hole'."

"Disgusting" The reflection said as she watched the pegasus slip on the underwear and head for the door.

"You love it." Fleetfoot replied.

As she left the room she spotted Soarin sitting on her living room couch, seeming a lot less tense now. "Good, a fresh start." Fleetfoot thought. "Operation: Wonderfuck is back on track."

The mare crept up on the stallion, Soarin not aware that Fleetfoot had entered the room. Sneaking over to the side of the couch she poked her head slightly above the arm of it to spy on her prey.

"So he isn't into slutty. Let's see how he does against playful." Fleetfoot slithered her body over the couch arm and along the cushions till she made it to Soarin. Turning her body around the mare laid her head in his lap.

Soarin looked down at the mare in his lap. "Fleetfoot.... is something up? You are acting..." He looked away from her face to her still partially exposed body. "Weird... to say the least."

"Nothign is 'up'. I just wanted to screw and I picked you to be the one I do it with. Nothing to get upset about." Said Fleetfoot as she stretched out . "Offer is still open."

Soarin shook his head. "I wanna talk."

"What about? My measurements?" The mare joked.

"No." He quickly shot back. He was beginning to get that uncomfortable feeling again. "Tell me about why you left when you did."

Fleetfoot puzzled for a moment about what he meant. "Ooh, you mean the vacation. Well if I have to be brutally honest it was about you."

"Me?" The stallion questioned.

"Yeah, we were talking about if we should bring you with us to the qualifiers." Fleetfoot smirked as she suddenly got a devious idea in her head. "Spitfire didn't want you to come. She was too worried that you would get distracted by all the girls, kinda like what you told me. I thought you would do fine and when she wouldn't change her mind I just got annoyed with her attitude towards you and decided to leave for a while."

Soarin was not happy to hear that. "Spitfire said that? Well it did happen, but that is no reason for her to want to remove me from the team for the games."

Fleetfoot was amused by his anger from her lie. "Yeah, she wanted to replace you with Surprise. I guess she decided that she had to take you after I left." Fleetfoot figured that Soarin wouldn't say anything about this to Spitfire. She was the captain and his opinion didn't really matter when it came to her decisions. Even if he did work up the nerve to confront her about it and she told him how it really went odds were he would believe her over Spitfire. The events of the qualifiers were proof enough as well of the fact that Fleetfoot was the first to tell him about the discussion. What would Spitfire do about it anyways, kick her off the Wonderbolts? That would just give her more time to spend at the society and with her beloved mistress.

The stallion let out a disgruntled growl, but decided go on to other matters. "So where did you go?"

Fleetfoot let out a giggle. "Ah, ah, ah. The first one is free, but now you have to pay for anymore information."

"Pay?" Soarin asked curious as to what she meant.

"Yeah, you just need to do what I say and I'll tell you anything you want to know." Fleetfoot didn't like the idea of having to be in charge of the situation. She would of preferred that Soarin called the shots. That he would instruct her in doing things that would shame her and make her feel pain under his touch. Seeing how he was acting toward her, however, she knew that that would have to come in baby steps. "Let's start with something small. Just pet my mane. I would like to feel your touch."

Soarin considered her request. It wasn't really asking too much of him to do something so simple. He placed his hand on her hair and started to stroke her, starting from the front of her scalp and moving it back until his hand touched his thigh before repeating the process again and again.

Pleased by the stallion's acceptance of her offer Fleetfoot closed her eyes to take in the feeling of being petted like a docile animal. "I went to Manehattan for a while. Saw the sights, met new ponies, learned a little more about myself."

"Learned more about yourself? Like what?" The stallion asked.

"Rub my breast." Fleetfoot said off offhandedly.

Soarin was about to protest, but remembered that the information he sought came with a price attached. Gulping audibly he used his free hand to cup Fleetfoot's small breast. This made the mare let out a slight moan as she felt pleasure from his firm grip. He continued to move his hand slightly, nervously playing with her firm mammary.

"Mmmm... ok, I will tell you my secret. While in Manehattan I learned that I was a masochist. That I liked bondage, whips and being used like a mare should be." Fleetfoot said with a slight tone of pride in her words.

Soarin's blush returned in full force as he clamped down hard on the mare's breast, surprised from her declaration. Hearing her make a loud squeal he immediately removed his hand from her body. He knew well of this type of sexual activity, but he thought it was just something that was just done in his mare magazines. There was no way that ponies did that for anything other than a job, at least that is what he had thought. "You like being played with that way? I mean doesn't it hurt?"

"Of course it does, that is part of the fun. The prick of a needle or the impact of a paddle against your ass. It makes everything feel so much better." Fleetfoot lifted her head out of the Soarin's lap and sat up on her knees. "Would you like to try it with me and find out? I have a whole bag of toys in the kitchen we could use to act out your wildest fantasies." She said in a seductive tone as she inched closer and closer to the stallion's muzzle. "Haven't you ever wanted a mare to be at your mercy? To have her blindfolded and crawling on her hands and knees as you lead her around by a leash. Making her beg to have your cock pushed into her mouth so you can take pleasure from her." The pegasus mare got right up against the stallion and gave him a quick lick across the snout.

Soarin's wings suddenly extended at the touch of her wet tongue. He was becoming unavoidably flustered at the behavior of his teammate. Hearing her confession to enjoying being bound and used he could tell he was in over his head. "S-so... that collar that is around your neck. That's...."

"It is a symbol of my desire to be used sexually. It was a gift from a pony who is very special to me. If you want though, you can be very special to me too Soarin." Fleetfoot moved in close, this time intent on kissing the stallion on the lips. She almost accomplished her goal, but Soarin's modesty came to the surface once more and he leaped out of the seat.

"Dinner!" He yelped out in slight panic. "You had me over with the promise of dinner. I sure am hungry, yes indeed." The stallion said trying to change the subject.

Fleetfoot crossed her arms. She was so close and she knew it. She practically had the stallion by the balls, but he wasn't going to make this easy for her at all. "I didn't have enough time to make anything. I was a bit busy taking care of other things. If you want you can have anything you can find in the kitchen."

Soarin nodded in reply and made a hastened walk to the kitchen, managing to get his erect wings caught in a doorway for a few seconds before sliding through. Once in the kitchen he braced himself against a table as he tried to concentrate on removing the naughty thoughts in his mind. It was becoming increasingly tempting to accept his teammate's offer, but he wouldn't let himself succumb to it. It just wouldn't be right, even if she seemed to want it.

"I need to focus on something else." He said forcing his wings to retract to their folded position. "Food... I just need to find something to eat as a distraction." The pegasus went over to the fridge and opened it. What he saw made him instantly forget about the horny mare in the other room.

Soarin's stomach clenched as he spotted the food in the fridge. All of it was spoiled and unfit for consumption, the results of one not cleaning their fridge for three months. Slamming the door closed he had to hold back his urges to throw up as he retched a few times. "Dear Celestia, has she even checked her fridge since she got back? That was horrible." Soarin was a bit sickened. He had never seen food in such a state before. It was apparent that dinner was canceled.

Soarin then went over to the sink and taped a small cloud to run a bit of water. He needed to put something in his empty stomach if he wanted to keep himself from being hungry, not having eaten since lunch since he thought that Fleetfoot would of had something waiting for him. As he cupped his hands to gather the liquid though he spotted two purplish-pink pink fruits sitting on a plate on the counter. Taking a quick drink he reached over and grabbed one. It looked fresh enough on inspection, no bruises or soft spots. He sniffed it first to make sure and then took a bite out of it. As soon as the flavor touched his tongue his eyes shot open. The sweet taste filling his mouth was unlike anything he tasted before. He quickly devoured the fruit and licked his lips.

"I wonder where she got something like that?" He thought to himself. "Manehattan? Maybe..." As he pondered the origin of this new delectable food his eye drifted over to the plate once more, the last remaining piece tempting him to take it as well. He wasn't very sure that he should take what was the last bit of edible substance in the house, but the thought of the taste hitting his senses again wouldn't leave his mind.

"She did say I could have anything in the kitchen." He reasoned to himself as he took the other fruit in his hand, opening his muzzle wide as he prepared to bite into it.

Fleetfoot laid on the couch with her hooves in the air, clicking them together every so often to try to stave off boredom. She was getting tired of this run around with Soarin. She was even beginning to think it might just be better to go to one of the Cloudsdale clubs and find a stallion there. She was a celebrity and it wouldn't be hard to find someone to pound her tight ass. Bringing her legs down to the floor she pushed herself upright. "What is taking him so long?" She said to herself. "I bet he's grabbing everything I got. I better go check on him." The mare got up went to where she knew Soarin would be.

Upon entering the kitchen she started to hear a familiar noise, one of heavy panting and flesh rubbing against flesh. She had heard it almost constantly while at the Society's club and hearing it once more brought a smile to her face. "Oh I see... This is why you were playing so hard to get. Sneaking off to jerk one off so you could pretend you're a nice guy." Peeking over a table in the center of the room her suspicions were confirmed as she found the stallion.

Soarin was sitting on the ground, his clothing completely removed and sprawled out across the floor. Soarin himself had his back firmly pressed against the side of her sink counter as he sat, his legs spread and his penis erect. He was a fair size, not very big compared to some she had seen at the Society, but not too small either. Fleetfoot watched as he used his hand to work his hard dick, beating it vigorously as he caressed his sack in the palm of his other hand.

Fleetfoot stepped up to the stallion and looked down at him as he moved his hand faster and faster in attempt to achieve orgasm. "You know you can stop that. I'm more than willing to do it for you." She said with a grin. How could the stallion refuse her offer now that he was caught like this. Soarin however wasn't paying her any mind, seemingly in his own world. "Hey! Are you in there?!" Fleetfoot said pushing her knee against his head. The pegasus stallion finally reacted at that and looked up at the mare. As the mare looked into his eyes she saw that there was no signs of intelligence in them, he was simply acting on pure lust.

"What the....? Soarin, what the hell hap-" Something in her mind finally connected and she turned her head to face the now empty plate on her counter. Leaping over to it she picked it up in desperation and turned it around again and again, as if doing the act would make the missing passion fruit reappear.

"No.... no no no no no!" Fleetfoot didn't want to believe what had happened. The fruit, the full supply for the week, gone. In a sad attempt to get something out of her lost drug she licked the plate over and over, only getting the smallest remnant of the flavor from it. "How? What have you done?!" The mare yelled as she smashed the plate against the counter. "I needed that! Now what and I going to- AAAhhHH!"

The mare found herself unable to complete her sentence as she feel something wet slide between her butt cheeks and run along her tight pucker. Soarin had crawled up her legs and pulled down her panties while she was focused on her loss. Now Soarin had had his lips wrapped around her crack, slurping noisily as he mindlessly licked her anus.

"L-let go!" She yelled as pleasurable feelings flowed up her spine to her brain. Attempting to escape she pulled away from Soarin only to have him clamp his hands on her hips and pull her right back to him to continue his oral assault. Squirming against his grip she found that he was not budging one bit. Fleetfoot was now at his mercy, but something was wrong as the mare no longer wanted to fuck the stallion. She didn't understand, until just a moment ago she would have been all for this kind of treatment from him. What was different now from just a moment ago?

Then it hit her. Grabbing a piece of the broken plate she looked in it for a reflection, catching a glimpse of her twisted image inside smiling back at her. "Fleetfuck" had retreated back into her subconscious and now was allowing Fleetfoot to get violated by her sex crazed teammate. "You little bitch!" She yelled at the plate shard before tossing it. As she did she felt Soarin push his wet tongue deeply inside her rectum and swirling it around. Fleetfoot screamed in pleasure and embarrassment as her insides were violated against her will. "Soarin! Get off!" She sent her fist against the stallion's head, knocking him off her briefly.

Fleetfoot tried to take this opening to get out of the room, but Soarin was quickly back on her. Diving at the mare he grabbed her by the hooves and caused her to fall forward against the cloud floor. Now that she was prone, face down on the floor the stallion leaped on top of her, pressing his rod against her flank. "Soarin for the love of Celestia stop!" The mare cried out as she felt his member slowly stretch out her tight ass. Clawing against the floor she managed to pull herself and the pegasus on top of her forward a bit. She just needed something, anything, to help her get out of this situation. Praying for something that would prevent her rape by Soarin she reached out, grabbing the only thing that was close. Only afterwards did she realize her mistake.

Pulling the object towards herself she found it was her duffel bag, filled with bondage gear and toys. The strong pull on the arm strap caused the bag to fall over on its side and spill out the items inside across the floor. She watched a large dildo roll across the floor right next her head and saw Soarin's hand wrap around it, lifting it off the ground. As she felt him pull his shaft out of her she knew that it wouldn't be long before she would have the toy inside her.

The mare's predictions were met shortly after as the stallion pushed the cylindrical plastic inside off Fleetfoot's butt harshly. The sudden stretch of her o-ring sent a feeling like fire to the mare's senses and again she struggled to get free, only to have the stallion put his full weight on her back by putting his hand on the nape of her neck and pushing downwards.

"Slut...." Said Soarin, his lust guiding his words. "I will make you mine." With that he reached for a few more items on the ground, starting with a ring gag. Forcing the ring into the now frightened mare's mouth he fastened it to her head tightly, making it pressed painfully to the back of her jaw. "I will cum in your womb. Make you drink from my cock. You will be my mare."

Fleetfoot did her best to stay still. At this point she knew that she was overpowered by Soarin's masculine strength. All she could do was let him have his way. She watched as he grabbed a few large straps from inside the bag, the straps being the size of belts. Making the mare bring her thigh and calf together he used one of the straps to bind her leg so that she could not pull them apart, wrapping it around the two parts before buckling it in place.

Once he had done the same to the other leg he moved on to her arms, forcing them together in a similar fashion before he bound them the same way. "There we go. A nice horny bitch." The stallion said as he looked over the mare, now forced to stand on her knees and elbows, which would have been a painful experience if not for her home's cloud floor.

Fleetfoot drooped her head a little. "When did my life become this? At what point did I lose control" She thought as she felt a leash clip on her collar. Soarin had her, just as her alter ego wanted. He was going to fuck her until the effects of the passion fruit passed, but with the double dosage he ate there was no telling how long that would be. Feeling a tug on her leash she moved her appendages to "walk" behind her newest master, allowing the hopelessness of the situation to sink in.

Taking the mare to the living room Soarin sat on the couch once more, lifting Fleetfoot so that she could "stand" next to him. Grabbing her mane he pulled the unwilling mare's head over to his crotch and pointed her muzzle at his fully erect penis, precum dripping from it as the appendage anticipated its soon to be trip down the pegasus' throat. Fleetfoot closed her eyes, trying to focus on something else. Tomorrow would be a better day, she could go to practice and this would all be over with, she was not some whore for the pleasure of other ponies, she was a Wonderbolt.

But even the comfort of such thoughts would not be enough as Soarin drove his cock through the ring gag and deep into the mare's vulnerable esophagus. Right now she was a fuck toy, a slave to someone else's desire as she had been countless times before, a pleasing sheath for a stallion's dick and a receptacle for his sperm. Making lewd noise as she started to choke around his powerful shaft she felt her mind begin to lose consciousness and her eyes rolled back into her skull.

It was only once she felt the touch of sunlight hit her body that she returned to the world of the living. Somehow she had made it to her bed, Soarin laying next to her with his arms around her body. she no longer had the straps around her arms or legs, nor the gag in her mouth, instead simply being shackled to the headboard of her bed by her wrists. Her body was wracked with pain and she could feel the splattering of cum that now covered it.

It didn't take long for Soarin to open his eyes as well, still tired from the night of unrestricted sex but awake. "Hey there Fleetfoot. Did you enjoy last night too?" Asked the stallion. "I guess I don't need to ask, you were all over me. If only I knew how good you were before. The things you can do, it's just.... wow." The colt snuggled up to Fleetfoot and rubbed his muzzle against hers. "Where did you learn all those tricks anyways?"

Fleetfoot didn't know what he was talking about, but if she had to guess she would say that her counterpart had taken over after she passed out to make sure Soarin would not relent at abusing her till he was done, nothing worse than a "dead" fuck. "So...." The stallion continued. "Does this make us a couple?" he said as he moved his hand down to Fleetfoot's pussy, pushing his fingers inside to stimulate the mare once more.

"A couple...." Fleetfoot murmured. She had never considered Soarin anything more than a teammate, but she did recall that she had a task to do involving him. It would be best if she kept him close so she could help him get more in touch with his sexual side. It would please Fancy Pants and Fleur too if they knew about the progress she had made in a single night. Perhaps they would reward her with an early resupply of her fruit. It might also help her to keep "Fleetfuck" at bay if she had someone around to regularly feed the beast. "Of course Soarin, I would love being your...."

"Girlfriend?" He interjected, saving her from saying something more degrading that came to mind. All in all, a single night of brutal sex was not going to change the stallion's overall respect for the mare he was laying next to.

"Yes, girlfriend." Fleetfoot nuzzled Soarin back and closed her eyes. She was still tired and she needed to rest. Spitfire wasn't going to go easy on either of them during that day's practice just because they were worn out.