Equestria Trainers' Society

Fleetfoot opened the door to her home, relieved to finally get back. It was late, almost morning, and Fleetfoot's body was sore from Fancy Pants' and Fleur's use of her. They didn't actually screw her, as they had promised. Instead they made her obey their commands as they paraded her around their manor, teasing her sensitive parts to the point of being at her peak, only to leave her wanting more. It was so physically and mentally exhausting that she almost couldn't make her flight back to Cloudsdale.

Tossing her duffel bag on the ground as she entered the cloud house, she nearly collapsed on the spot, managing to only lock the door and walk a few steps before buckling to her fatigue. It was fortunate that the floor was made of clouds, else the impact would have surely hurt her. Too tired to try to stand or even crawl to her bed the pegasus closed her eyes where she laid and went into a deep sleep.

During her rest she didn't dream, all that was in her mind was a black void. She would have been happy for it if she was conscious enough to appreciate it. Anything was better than the nightmares she had been experiencing since she had performed the crystal heart ritual. The only problem she had during this time was the knocking sound she heard that wouldn't stop.

"Knocking?" She thought to herself, still mostly asleep. "It sounds close..... really close.... like its....." Fleetfoot shot her eyes open. She was not as tired as before, but she certainly didn't get a good night's rest. Shaking her head a few times to try to wake herself up she looked to her door. Just as she thought, someone was pounding on it hard. In her current sleep deprived state, each hit against the door was like nails being pounded in her skull.

"Ok! Ok! I'm coming! Give me a minute!" She yelled to the door, thankful that when she did the knocking stopped. Resisting every urge to just close her eyes and go back to sleep Fleetfoot got to her hooves and went to answer the door.

The pegasus undid the turn lock on her door and opened it, seeing a pegasus stallion standing in the doorway in a blue and yellow Wonderbolts uniform. "Hey there Fleetfoot." Said the stallion as he lifted his goggles off of his eyes, revealing himself to be Soarin. "Are you okay? You don't look very good."

Fleetfoot rubbed her eye and let out a yawn. "Oh, hey Soarin. What are you doing here so early?" She said as she look at the sky, seeing that it was sunrise. She groaned as she realized at best she got four hours of sleep.

"Well I came to make sure that you would be up." Said Soarin as he gave a concerned look. "You do remember that Spitfire wanted you at the tracks first thing right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I remember. I just didn't get a lot of sleep. Had a few things to do and didn't get back in till late. Come on in." She said waving him in the door. "Grab a seat. I'll take a shower and put my uniform on."

Soarin came inside, closing the door behind him. "I'll be quick, ten minutes tops." The pegasus mare made a beeline to her bathroom.

Fleetfoot quickly slipped off her clothing, tossed them to the floor, and jumped into her shower. The shower, like most of her home, was composed of clouds and was just formed into the shape of a normal shower. Reaching up above her head she tapped a small cumulonimbus twice and in return the cloud began to sprinkle down on the nude mare.

"Ah! Ah! Cold, cold, cold!" Fleetfoot yelled out as the chilly rain washed over her body.

She hopped around a bit as her body shivered and grew goose bumps, not wanting to change the temperature of the water as the cold would wake her up easier. Grabbing a rag hanging off a rail she gave herself a cursory rub down. It was less important for her to get clean as it was to get awake and be on time. After a few minutes of this she tapped the cloud again to turn it off, stepping out of the shower and running out the bathroom to get to her Wonderbolts uniform.

She stepped out of the bathroom, not realizing or caring that was not covering herself at as she walked through the house. Her uniforms were in her bedroom, which to get to it she had to walk through the living room. She hurried to get to it and as she entered the living room she heard a loud gasp.

Soarin stared at the naked mare in front of him, his mouth agape. He could see everything as the soaked mare strutted through the room.

"Oh Celestia! I'm sorry!" He said covering his eyes with his hands and wings. "I didn't mean to look!"

Fleetfoot stopped and looked at the stallion. She wasn't quite sure what he was going on about. "Look at what?" She asked.

"Well at.... your... well.... everything!" He replied. "You're naked!"

"So?" Fleetfoot said offhandedly, the word escaping her mouth before she even knew she was saying it. She had been conditioned to be naked in front of other ponies at the society and she could honestly say that she really didn't care. There were more humiliating things to worry about then a pony seeing her bare chest and pussy.

Soarin spread his feathers and fingers a bit to sneak another peek at the mare. "I can see your nipples!"

Fleetfoot looked down to see that they were sticking out, having gotten hard from her soak in the ice-cold water. Even so she still wasn't embarrassed being in front of him. She shook her head as though about how the stallion sitting on her couch was supposed to be her target for the society. Recalling how she at one point would have been similar to him and what she had to go through to get over her intimidation of the equine form, she knew that it would probably take a long time for him to the same status as she was now.

"Look, I need to get dressed. Just.... wait here." Said Fleetfoot, leaving the blushing stallion by himself as she got dressed.

Not long after that incident the two were flying the skies heading to Canterlot. Soarin had been silent ever since and it was beginning to get awkward, even for Fleetfoot.

"Soarin, it was really no big deal. It's not like you meant to do it." The pegasus mare said trying to console her teammate.

"That's not it.... I've just never seen you naked before. It caught me off guard and then you acted like it was nothing." Said the flustered stallion.

Fleetfoot gave a sly smirk. "Come on, you're telling me that you never tried to sneak a peek on us in the locker rooms?"

Soarin growled. "That's not funny. I almost lost my spot in the qualifiers because I lost my focus looking at some girls during practice."

“Wait? Really?” Fleetfoot said holding back a snicker. “What happened?”

"I clipped my wing on a ring during practice. It got hurt and Surprise and Spitfire tried to replace me with Rainbow Dash even though my wing got better quickly." Soarin seemed upset as he remembered the event. "If it wasn't for Dash figuring out what they did and chewing them out over it I would've been sidelined."

Fleetfoot couldn't say that she would have done any different if she was there instead. She even had an argument with Spitfire before she got captured by the society about how she felt that Soarin was not the best choice to bring to the qualifiers.

Now that she thought about it she got abducted the very same day and that might have been the reason they didn't look for her sooner. They must of thought she was just out somewhere letting off some steam.

Making it to Canterlot the two pegasi headed straight for the arena, flying in overhead so they could get to the tracks quicker. As expected, Spitfire was there waiting for them. It seemed that she was alone as no one else was with her. The two pegasi landed near her and gave a salute to greet her.

"There you guys are," Spitfire said as she looked at a clock on a nearby wall. "I guess you got here early enough. Are you ready to get started."

Fleetfoot gave her captain a determined grin. Despite how she tired she felt she was actually excited to get back to Wonderbolts duties. "Just try me. I am ready for anything you have to dish out."

Spitfire raised an eyebrow at her. "We'll see about that. How about we see you do a few laps around the track first as a warmup. I wanna see if you were at least training while you went off on your little trip."

Fleetfoot stepped over to the track's starting line. Crouching down she spread her wings out wide. She was ready for this. It was more than that though, after all she went through she needed this. Remembering how well she flew the day before while hindered she couldn't wait to see how she would do going when she went all out.

Watching out of the corner of her eye she saw Spitfire pull out a stopwatch. "Let's get started. Ten laps." Said the yellow mare lifting up her arm. "On your mark!" Fleetfoot pull her goggles over her eyes. "Get set!" Spitfire paused for just a moment and then lowered her hand and clicked a button to start the watch. "Go!"

Fleetfoot launched herself forward, shooting off like a bullet. She flapped her wings at a steady pace at first, not wanting to strain her wing muscles. Regardless, she already could tell that she was much faster than she was before. The look on both Soarin and Spitfire's faces confirmed that.

Circling the track once the blue mare giggled. "I bet Spitfire is going to tell me that was a new track record." She thought. "How about we shatter that time."

Fleetfoot began to increase her speed more and more, wanting to show the full extent of her training with her mistress. By about the sixth lap she was reaching what she felt was near "Sonic Rainboom" levels of speed. It excited her to no end, adrenaline coursing through her veins sending her into a high, but that excitement soon turned to fear as she begun to notice everything in her vision becoming a pure blur.

In her haste to see how fast she had become she had forgotten that, despite training her wings to push to these intense levels, she had not had time to train her senses to handle such speeds. Trying to put on the brakes she flapped her wings backwards and made a sharp turn, but the sudden decrease sent the mare careening out of control. Knowing that there was no way to stop herself at this point, the only thing left to do was brace for impact.

"I got you!" Soarin yelled as he jumped in Fleetfoot's path. She slammed into him hard, but the stallion managed to take the blow and wrap his arms around her. Next thing the two ponies knew they hit the ground, Soarin taking the brunt of the impact.

"Damn it..." Spitfire said to herself as she threw down the stop watch and rushed over to the two pegasi. "Is everypony ok?!"

Soarin slowly lifted his torso up off the ground. "I'm fine.... just gonna have one hell of a bruise."

Looking down at the mare in his arms he moved a bit of her ruffled mane out of the way of her face. "How about you?"

Fleetfoot's heart was racing. She was still in a bit of shock from the crash and was finding it difficult to form words. "I-I think I'm o-okay." Looking back up to Soarin her face blushed hard, turning a deep color of red.

"Fleetfoot!" Yelled Spitfire. "What was that?! I would think that somepony like you would know better."

Spitfire's shout snapped Fleetfoot out of her shock and she got to her feet, helping Soarin up once she got to her feet.

"Sorry, I don't know what got into me."

Spitfire crossed her arms. "We all know one of your biggest strengths is your speed, but if you can't control yourself then there is no point of going so fast." She said giving Fleetfoot a few mean looks. "Honestly I haven't seen anypony so reckless since that mare Lightning Dust was kicked out of the academy."

Fleetfoot flinched a bit at the mention of her mistress' name. "Ok, I get it. It was stupid. My bad. It won't let it happen again." She said trying to sound as apologetic as possible, a skill she had refined during her time with Lightning.

"Just get back out there and this time don't make one of us have to save you." Spitfire replied, going back to where her watch was. "Thirty laps! Come on! Chop, chop!" Fleetfoot hung her head and headed back to the track. This was gonna be a long training session.

The day went by and Fleetfoot got put through every standard exercise Spitfire could make her do within the confines of the arena. Flying through rings, wing ups, aerial maneuvers, even a bit of indoor cloud clearing. By the time they finished it was a little past noon.

Fleetfoot toweled herself off, having become sweaty from all the work she did. All in all it really wasn't that bad, nothing that the pegasus couldn't handle. She was happy to be finished though. Tossing the towel in a hamper she looked at her hands. "It's just as I figured...." She said, noticing that they were shaking slightly. It was about time for a dose of passion fruit, her body was telling her so.

"Hey!" She heard Soarin call out to her. "You did pretty good out there today. Well except for that one bit at the start."

She turned to face the stallion, sliding her hands behind her back. "Thanks. I guess I did push myself too hard there. I am just glad you were there to catch me."

"No problem." He said, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm sure if I was about to crash you would be there to catch me too."

"Right, of course I would." The mare replied. "But I am still grateful. Tell you what, why don't you come over tonight. We can hang out."

Soarin's face suddenly turned red from embarrassment, remembering the incident from that morning. "I don't know.... I mean I don't want to intrude on your private time."

"It's fine. Just give me about three hours to get things together." Fleetfoot could see that the stallion was still being reluctant.

"I'll even cook us up something for dinner. Sound good?" She held back a smirk, if there was one way to Soarin's heart it was through his stomach.

"Dinner?" A big grin soon covered his face. "Well I guess if you're going to go that far I can stop by."

"Great." Said Fleetfoot flapping her wings to lift herself off the ground. "I'll just head home and get everything ready. See ya later."

The two pegasi waved goodbye to each other and Fleetfoot flew off into the sky, heading back to Cloudsdale. She decided not to attempt going at full speed though, she didn't want to risk another accident.

As she made it back to her home she rushed inside, slamming the door shut. She had only one thing on her mind the entire flight. Grabbing the duffle bag from where she had laid it the night before, she made a mad dash to the kitchen. Once there she zipped open the bag, dug through the bondage equipment and pulled out a rectangular container.

She licked her lips as she popped the lid of the end of the container. As soon as it came off the sweet scent of her treat hit her nose, sending her craving to its peak in a matter of seconds. Grabbing a plate from a cupboard the pegasus placed it on the counter and poured out the contents of the container on it.

Before her eyes now was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen, three purplish-pink fruits sitting in a row. She held herself back as her mouth watered over just the idea of tasting the powerful aphrodisiac. She wanted this, perhaps more than anything in all Equestria at the moment.The best part was that without her mistress or a society member around she didn't have to worry about getting whipped, spanked or hurt in any way. She could just sit back and enjoy herself.

Grabbing one of the fruits she shoved it into her mouth, biting into it and causing the juices to explode on her tongue. "Mmmmmmm!" She moaned in her mouth, there was nothing that compared. Chewing the fruit till it was nothing but pulp she gulped it down. "Wooonnndddeeerrrfffuuulll.." The pegasus said in near orgasmic pleasure as she wiped her mouth off. Looking back to the plate she examined the other two fruits left on it. "Two left.... if I can hold out for two days each I can last till next week with no problem."

She took a peek at a clock in the kitchen, seeing that she had plenty of time before Soarin got there. She reached back inside the duffel bag and grabbed a vibrator out of it, the same one that had been forced into her the night before. Licking her lips she headed straight to her bedroom, almost skipping along the way there. She never had the opportunity to just lie back and play with herself while under the effects of passion fruit before and she was sure she would enjoy it.

"It has to be better than being beaten." She thought, recalling every time before where she was whipped, paddled, had a rope ground between her legs or any other number painful torments that were forced on her to make her cum.

Making it to her room she slid off her Wonderbolts uniform, revealing her naked form. Her pussy was already soaked from just the walk from the kitchen to her room, a reminder of how potent an aphrodisiac it was. As heat flowed over her body she quickly moved over to her bed, passing a large wooden case with a sliding glass door that held some of her old medals and trophies. She stopped for a moment and stared at a medal in the shape of a lightning bolt.

"I wonder what it would feel like if I used that." Fleetfoot thought for a second before pushing herself away from the case. "No, that is just the fruit talking. We already have a toy, no reason to use these too."

The pegasus slid into her bed and turned on her back, laying her head on a pillow as she spread her legs. The bed was made of a soft fluffy cirrus cloud. It was incredibly comfortable, allowing her body to sink slightly into it. Relaxing in the cloud she lifted up the phallus in her hand, flipping the switch to make it vibrate. She took a deep breath and pressed the tip of the vibrator against her labia.

She squealed loudly at the very touch of the vibrating rod. The passion fruit was doing its job, making her body incredibly sensitive and increasing her libido to unimaginable levels. Wanting to savor the feeling she slowly moved the tip across her fluid soaked lower lips, starting from the top and working her way down only to bring it back up to her clitoris.

The mare whimpered and moaned at the feelings she experienced from just the sensation of the toy running along her dirty pussy. She had only just started, but already she craved more. Positioning the solid rod at entrance of her womanhood she carefully slide it in, letting out a cry of ecstasy as she cupped and squeezed her small breast. The width of the toy stretched her out, filling her tunnel with its girth.

"Yes! Yes! Oh thank Celestia yes!" She yelled aloud as she sent the phallus deeper inside her body, pressing the tip of it against her inner walls. This was what she needed, this was why the passion fruit was so addictive. Just the intense pleasure it offered from behind its thin layer of fuzzy skin. It was bliss. If she could, she would never leave this state of mind.

Fleetfoot felt her wings now fluttering rapidly. It was an embarrassing quirk that a pegasus' wings seemed connected to how they felt, spreading out when the pegasus was excited or aroused and flapping uncontrollably when happy or in the throes of sex. She didn't care though as she thrust the phallic object in her again and again, her juices splashing all over her body from the aggressive masturbation. She could feel herself reaching her peak and feeling her orgasm was just moments away she closed her eyes and let out a scream of delight.

Keeping her wild pace up for a few minutes after what she had assumed would be her climax, the pegasus begun to notice something was wrong. She wasn't cumming. No matter how fast she drove the toy inside her, no matter the angle she sent it in she was trapped at the edge of climax. As desperation set in the mare tossed the vibrator away in frustration and went to using her fingers, driving them inside herself and rubbing her vaginal walls roughly as she attempted to force herself to cum. It was to no avail though as the mare kept at it for a few more minutes only to be left wanting.

"I don't get it!" Fleetfoot cried out in dismay and she got out of the bed, one hand still in her cooch as she tried to walk. She wasn't sure where she was even going, so desperate to reach climax that she decided anything would be better the just waiting there for something that wasn't going to come. "What am I doing wrong!? What am I missing!?"

"I know what's missing."

Fleetfoot's eyes widened. She just heard someone's voice. She was not alone. "Who said that!? Show yourself!" Yelled the pegasus mare in her panic. She wanted to put up a brave front to the intruder, but as she was it hard for her to even stand let alone seem intimidating.

"You know who I am." The voice called out.

"No I don't! I have never heard your voice in my life!" Fleetfoot replied as she fell on one knee, the undying passion burning inside her becoming more than she could bear. Bracing herself against the glass door of her trophy case.

"You have heard my voice many times. You just try to ignore it." The voice said back, sounding annoyed.

"Look, I am in no mood for games! If you can fix this then fix it! I'll do anything!" Fleetfoot was coming to tears, the desire for release was just too great and nothing she did was helping.

"If that is true then look at me." The voice said coldly.

"I would if you just-" The room fell near silent as she looked the owner of the voice right in the eye, only the sounds of Fleetfoot's continued masturbation remaining. She had caught the image of the intruder on the reflection of her trophy case's door, but it was the last pony that she had ever expected.

"It is about time you realized what was going on." The pony, a female pegasus with blue fur, white mane and A cup breasts, stared right back with hatred in her eyes.

"What! But you're..!" Fleetfoot exclaimed.

The mare maintained her expression of hatred, but calming said. "Please, call me Fleetfuck."

Fleetfoot kicked away from the image she saw in the glass, pushing away until her back was against the side of her bed. The image she saw of herself was covered in bruises and cuts and wearing only a leather collar, much like how she remembered seeing herself in her nightmare. She stared at this twisted version of herself filled her with dread, yet she couldn't look away.

"What the hell are you?" Asked Fleetfoot, terror stricken.

"Isn't it obvious?" Replied the pony in the reflection. "I am what you keep denying about yourself. That little piece that you keep shoving away since you can't imagine yourself being like me."

Fleetfoot brought a hand to her head, grabbing hold as her panic worsened. "No, you're just some delusion. A side effect of the fruit"

"You could say that." The image conceded. "I would not exist without it and the work of our Mistress."

Fleetfoot raised her eyes to her doppelganger. "Our Mistress? You mean..."

"Shut up!" The image shouted. "You are not worthy of uttering our beloved Mistress' name. You are dirt, a filthy slut who doesn't know her place."

"B-beloved.... what the fuck do you mean?!" Fleetfoot's own expressions were turning to anger. She wanted to ring this mare's neck, but since she was sure it was just a hallucination she figured it would be pointless. "She has done nothing but..."

"Free you? Train you to be better than what you were before? Shown you your hidden desires, what you truly are?" The image gave a mocking look.

"All she ever did was bring me pain and humiliation." The mare retorted.

"Exactly." Said the image. "Face it, you love it. You love it when a stallion reams your ass. It sends a shiver up your spine went a mare forces you to cum at her skillful tongue. You get wet just thinking of the sting of a switch and scream in ecstasy as the whip cracks against your back. You're a masochistic whore, you just don't want to admit it."

"You are wrong." Fleetfoot said. "I am not a whore."

The image gave a gleeful grin. "So you admit you're a masochist?"

"N-no!" Fleetfoot sputter, she couldn't believe she walked right in to that one.

"Besides, if you are not a whore then why haven't you stopped finger fucking yourself since we started?" Fleetfoot looked down, seeing that her fingers were still in her dipping pussy. She had been at it for so long that a small puddle of liquids had formed beneath her. Realizing that she found her lust returning to her mind worse than ever, the undying fires of passion so hot she felt like she would turn to ash.

"H...Help...meee....." She pleaded to the image. It didn't matter if it was just a figment in her mind, it seemed to know something. "M...make...it....stop!"

The image shrugged and shook her head. "I don't know what you are talking about? You're not a whore, you should be able to stop on your own."

The pegasus mare cried, the intense inner heat and lack of orgasm was beginning to break her. If she wanted to get release from it she knew she had to play "Fleetfuck's" game.

"Fine I'm a dirty, fucking whore that likes to get beaten and loves being forced to have sex! That make you happy?!" Fleetfoot hung her head, even if it was only in her own mind having to say that hurt her pride.

"I guess it does.... for now." The image replied in an uncaring fashion. "And for that I will tell you the secret to unlocking what you want so bad." The image leaned closer, as if she was going to pass on a secret. "Demean yourself."

"What?" asked Fleetfoot, offended that the image would even suggest that. She was a Wonderbolt. Proud flier of Equestria and the pride of everyone in Cloudsdale.

"It's the only way. Treat yourself as the whore you are. None of this 'modest masturbation' crap. Humiliate yourself, walk out in the streets nude, ride some stranger's cock till he jizzes in your womb." The image held herself and shivered in excitement at the thought.

"I can't do that!" Fleetfoot cried in anguish.

"You can.... but perhaps we should start slow. How about this?" The image flew up the glass and stopped, looking at a column shaped trophy with a sculpture on top of a pegasus in flight. "Remember that day? Age seven, junior speedsters flight camp, first prize. It was the first time we had ever won anything. We got our cutie mark that day. It's one of our most cherished memories. Now how about we defile it?"

Fleetfoot couldn't believe what she was hearing. The image in the glass was even more sadistic than Lightning Dust, or perhaps she just wanted herself to suffer that much. She wanted to refuse, but at this point she couldn't help herself. If this was what she needed to do for release then she had to do it. Opening the case she grabbed the trophy and placed it on the floor.

Getting up on her knees the pegasus mare straddled the trophy between her legs, the tiny pegasus at the top off it quickly became slathered in Fleetfoot's liquids. Biting her lip and sobbing slightly she thrust herself down. One of her greatest memories, the reason she started seriously training to become a racer and a Wonderbolt, in a moment shoved inside her disgusting cunt.

She lifted herself up off the now soiled treasure from her youth, stopping only as the column left her pussy, leaving the metal pegasus inside. Concentrating on her task she once again pushed herself down on the object, screaming out in a mixture of humiliation and guilty pleasure as she took it in deeper this time.

As time went on she quickened her pace, her desires and burning lust taking over her body and shredding any decency she had. At this moment she felt exactly like what the image had said. A slut, a whore, she was dirt, but even worse was that she was truly enjoying herself. Finally her body submitted to her demands of release and gave rewarded her disgrace with the privilege to cum.

Fleetfoot opened her eyes. She had passed out as she reached her goal. She panted loudly, the warm feeling of her afterglow washing over her. She was happy, but at the same time disgraced. She had never wanted to do something like that before in her life and never wanted to do it again. She only hoped that her lust was sated for now and that her delusions had stopped. She picked herself off the floor and looked at her surroundings. At first she had no idea where she was, but then the feeling of dread returned and replaced every pleasurable feeling she had.

She was now in the case, stuck in the glass that she had seen her twisted reflection in before. She tried to make sense of it all, but before she could calm herself she noticed her double, Fleetfuck, was now beyond the glass barrier.

The beaten and bruised pony peered into the glass prison. "I see you're awake. Sorry I left, I just had to go get our collar." She said bringing a finger up to it so she could jingle the wing shaped tag on it. "I just feel naked without it." She giggled at her own joke, obviously pleased with herself.

Fleetfoot stared speechlessly. She didn't know what this meant, whether delusion or not. All she knew was that it was not good.

"Now I think it is my turn to get off." She said as she stood straight up and reached above the trophy case only to come back with a wooden block in her hands. "I remember this. It's the plaque we got for completing our training at Wonderbolts Academy. I wonder if our instructor knew at the time he was just handing out a glorified dildo."

Fleetfoot watch as the mare crouched down and held the plaque so that one of its corners pointed straight up. "No! Stop! You can't!" She yelled futilely as the mare positioned herself above the item and ground her dripping slit its edge. As she watched in horror Fleetfoot felt the hard wood against her own sensitive mound and felt the burning desire from before start to build once more. She could only helplessly observe though, as the mare fucked another one of her prized possessions, all the while making lewd expressions and ungodly moans as the pegasus wore her face.