Sore In the Night

Soarin shook of the chill of the brisk night air as he entered club Night Mare’s Moondancing. Spitfire had asked him if he wanted to join her to celebrate of their latest, wildly successful, spring air show. He flashed a smile to the spiky maned pony at the entrance as he cantered into the building. The establishment wasn't crowded, but it was far from empty. Ponies of all hues were bustling around, swapping stories with the bartender over drinks and salt licks, losing all inhibitions on the dance floor, and simply chatting and playing games with friends, enjoying the festive atmosphere.

The pale blue pegasus scanned the club for his yellow companion. Several crowds of ponies had formed across the room. On held a rhythmically bobbing, baby alligator and the other had a gray pegasus mare with a blond mane who was somehow managing to to the worm, moon trot and and safety dance all at the same time, but no wonderbolt.

Soarin finally resorted to taking to the air to locate his comrade, finally spotting her distinctive, fiery hair. She was over on the other side of the dance floor, talking with a cyan pega- hey! It was the pie saver... the same pegasus who had won the best young flier competition... and saved three of the wonderbolts... and that white unicorn who kicked him in the face. He slowly came to the conclusion that he had prioritized those in very much the wrong order. Wonderbolts, Best Young Flier, pie, then unicorn; yeah, that was better. He began to float over to the pair.once.

"Hey Spitfire!" he called out as he approached.

"Oh, heya there Soarin," the yellow flier replied with a friendly wave. "I was a little worried you might have gotten lost... again." The pegasus stallion gave a sheepish grin and stroked the back of his head with a hoof. "Anyhow, I managed to bump into Rainbow here," Spitfire continued, indicating to the cyan mare. "I'm sure you remember her right? She was at the best young fliers competition, the gala, and the award ceremony for helping save Equestria... twice."

"Ahaha... yeah, don't worry," Soarin replied sheepishly. "I remember her. How you doing miss Dash?"

"I'm doing awesome," the rainbow mare replied, her voice cracking slightly. "I'm really pumped for your next try outs. Hopefully referee will manage to keep out of my way crash into her again." The rainbow maned pegasus gave a nervous chuckle and looked away awkwardly.

“You sure you won't try?" the Wonderbolt buck chuckled and gave the aspiring mare a playful wink. "We might have an award if you manage to do it three times in a row" The young pegasus blushed and let out a nervous cough as she looked back at him through her mane. "Well, we might be able to do some practice sessions with you if you are interested. I won't be doing anyth-" Soarin was interrupted by an elbow to the knee, and a pleading glare from Spitfire.

"Excuse us for a minute Dash," the yellow mare interjected. "I just remembered I have to tell Soarin something about tomorrow's schedule, but meet me at the bar later, okay?"

Dash's eyes had lit up at the mention of practice, and she nodded vigorously. "Sure thing Spitfire," she replied calmly, remembering herself, and straightening her posture. "I gotta say thou that it would be awesome if we could get some practice in. I'd love to show off this new trick I've been working on"

The yellow pegasus dragged her fellow wonderbolt over to a table and pulled him close. “Okay, listen up here clam jammer," she instructed with weakly masked irritation. "I’m trying to tap that flank, if you know what I’m saying? So don’t ruin this for me. You know we only can stay here till tomorrow. And it’s taken me months to build up a connection with that fine cyan mare. So you go over and tell her that you just remembered you got a thing to do tomorrow okay? Then I’ll have the window I need to get this show on the road. Capish?”

Soarin tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. “I think so…" he replied slowly. "But what could you possibly tap from her flank? And what window? And our next show isn’t until next month. Did I miss something important?”

Spitfire deadpanned for a long moment before she slammed her hoof into her forehead, hard. “Ugh, I didn’t expect this from you of all the wonderbolts," she grimaced. "Maybe Surprise, but not you. I mean, what the hay Soarin? How long have you known me now? What do you think me and Fleetfoot did all those extra hours we spent 'cleaning the shower room?'"

“What do Surprise and Fleetfoot have to do with this? Are they going to be in this extra show as well? Why have I not heard of this before now? Do they know?”

The mare opened her mouth to object, then closed it again. Taking a deep breath before continuing. “Only you Soarin… only you can be this dense… look, I’m trying to ‘taste the rainbow’ here, ‘go downtown’, have a session of canyon-yodeling if you know what I am saying.”

“But rainbows are really spicy. And we ARE downtown, or did you fo-“ the confused buck was cut off by a yellow hoof being shoved into his mouth.

“By Luna’s pubic hair!" a very irritated, yellow pegasus snapped. "Did you even have sex –ed? I’m trying to get laid, I want to fuck her you doofus. I will do my best to end this night with a taco buffet for two. I’m quite sure this mares barn door swings that way, or at least both directions. Plus, she has quite the personality. And she looks mighty fine to. Please tell me you at least understood that. If not, then I really feel sorry for you Soarin... and I might need to hit you.”

“Oh my…I well um," the light blue buck stammered and flushed beet red. "I have to say I didn’t expect that. I just don’t really think too much about to be honest Spitfire. Helps me focus on flying you know? But erh well… I will tell her I have to… organize my… uniforms by… size… how does that sound?”

“… just tell her you need to do some paperw- no wait, that would never work out. Just say you suddenly became constipated or something. That she’d buy at least.”

“Well… okay," Soarin replied hesitantly, turning around and trotting to the bar. "I’ll make something up. Don’t you worry.”

“If you are planning on thinking!" she called out, half amused, half irritated. "Then bet your flank I will worry!”

As he approached the cyan pegasus she was rolling her hooves at the bar looking a bit nervous. “Hey Dash!” he called out as he came closer.

She glanced up from her legs and looked at him, seeming a bit anxious. “Oh, hi Soarin. How did it go?" she asked. "Where’s Spitfire?”

“Yeah, about that, you see, I have to go prepare some paperwork for the wonderbolts hangout which I totally forgot about earlier," the light blue buck fumbled nervously. "Since I would have mentioned it otherwise. Since you see, Spitfire is going in season soon. Therefor we other have to prepare for that… I mean, she is going to lead us through her season… I mean, she is leading the rest of us through the upcoming season of flight.”

“…what?” Dash asked, looking completely perplexed and flabbergasted.

Soarin shuffled nervously before sputtering out “Also, I got a sudden case of constipation, so I can’t join you two!”

The wonderbolt hurried to scramble away from the bar with a faint blush on this muzzle.

“So wait?!" the aspiring mare called after the fleeing pegasus. "What was that all about? Does this mean you’re going to leave me all alone here?”

A heated voice from her side cooed into her ear “You’re not alone Dash, I’m still here. And who knows, maybe we could manage to work out a ‘training session’ later in the night if you want…”

Soarin trotted from the scene of a newly blushing rainbow maned mare and over to a couple of tables in the other side of the bar. Settling down on one of the chairs he contemplated what he should do next as the pony who had invited him had just ditched him.

He overheard a conversation between three unicorn mares, one pink with white hair and blue streaks at the end of it, the second a tan coat with a teal mane and the third was a brighter shade of purple with pink hair, the last was also the only one wearing much of any sort of attire. She had a barely long enough skirt to cover her haunches, a slim jacket and a hip and fly hat.

The pink coated mare was in the middle of telling a story when the Wonderbolt leaned in closer to eavesdrop, it wasn't like he had anything better to do while waiting for Spitfire to be done with... whatever she had in mind. Really, how did two mares even…maybe if they went like… his attention snapped back as he started to zone in into what was being said by the three mares.

"-the floor," the pink mare said "and so I proceed to go a bit deeper. And guess what I found?" The unicorn looked at the two others, then cracked a snickering smile before speaking up. "An apple!" she exclaimed and emphasized by waving a hoof in the air.

The three burst out laughing and he was about to go closer to hear what could have been so funny with an apple when something prodded his left side. He turned around to face a bluish pegasus mare with purple eyes and a short, dual colored mane with different hues of yellow standing next to him, staring intensely at him with a giddy smile.

"Excuse me, but you're Soarin from the Wonderbolts are you not?" the mare squeaked out in an overly excited voice that cracked four times just asking that question.

The light blue stallion gave a wide grin. “Why yes," he replied proudly. "yes I am. And who might you be? Do you want an autograph perhaps?”

The mare gigglesnorted.
“Oh, you’re so silly Soarin, like you wouldn’t remember me. I’ve been to all your shows, twice. We’ve spoken five times already. For a total time of forty minutes and twenty-seven seconds, twenty-eight.”

He stood there dumbfounded for a moment before he recalled the mare in front of him. “Oh… oooh, now I remember. Yeah, my bad. It’s uh… a bit dark in here… yeah…” Soarin looked away sheepishly, rubbing a hoof against his leg. “So… what brings you here miss? I’m here to spend some time with Spitfire, discussing the coming season of our tour. And to relax some as well of course heh.”

“Oh, you know… the usual," the fanfilly responded. "Dance a little, hang out. But say, are you an Spitfire an object?”

“Object? We’re both ponies, not objects. I don’t follow.”

The mare giggled and tapped him on his head. “I meant if you are a couple or dating you silly.”

“Oh, okay. Why didn’t you just say so? I swear, almost everypony I know has problems talking clearly.”

She just snickered and rolled her eyes. “You’re cute when you’re confused, anypony told you that?”

“Hey, I’m not confused I’m… wait, what were we talking about again?”

That just caused her to chortle louder. “You know, I actually have a gift for you, wait right here. It’s a ‘thank you’ gift. I know you’ll like it.”

“Oh?” Soarin’s ears perked up at the mention of a gift. Soarin likes gifts.

The mare trotted off giddily around a table and vanished into the crowd. Soaring was left to stand and ponder over what he might be getting. He vaguely remember that mare, she tended to come to all their performances. He just never really paid too much attention to any of his specific fans. He just gave all of them as much attention as he could muster after a show; most of the Wonderbolts did that. It was only on rare occasions any of them favored one specific fan, like with Spitfire and that rainbow maned mare. Then again, it was quite understandable. She did pull of the first sonic rainboom in like… a long time. And she got honorary mentions from the princess after saving Equestria… twice. Anyhow, he noticed he was trailing off again.

How long had it been? Probably not more than a minute. He tended to space out, but he didn’t mind. It rarely bothered him. His fellow teammates could get a bit ticked at times, but usually they were okay by his aloof nature.

In the middle of thinking about the velocity of a hoofball being tossed between two soaring pegasi looping around a mountain, the pegasus was snapped back to reality by a bouncing mare in front of him, holding something clenched between her teeth.

“I bwoght you tha ghif”

Soarin looked towards the mare and his face lit up as he saw the pie in her grasp. “Say, where did you get that pie from?" he asked. "It looks fresh, but I didn’t see any place that sold any.”

The pegasus mare placed the tray down around three hooves away from the wonderbolt. “Oh, don’t you wonder about that, I have a few tricks up my saddlebags.” She gave a wry grin and bounced giddily. “So, are you going to try it out? I made it myself, especially for you…” The bluish mare waggled her eyebrows in unison and tonguesmirked.

Soarin happily obliged and began munching down on the pie with glee; it was plump, juicy and tasted of kumquat. It took the stallion ten seconds flat to devour it the entire confection. He started feeling lightheaded as he was licking up the last drops syrupy juice and crumbs of flaky crust. “Woah… I think I ate that pie a tad bit too fast heh…” The Wonderbolt swayed a little and shook his head a few times.

The blue mare steadied him with a hoof and smiled. “Oh, I’m sure you just need a little fresh air. Come, I’ll walk you out. I got another… ‘pie’ ready for you. I just know you’re going to love it. It’s also… ‘prepared’ just for you dear…”
Soarin wondered a bit why she seemed to emphasize some of the words, but he did really need some fresh air. When had the room had started to sway? No, wait… that was just him.

He wobbled unsteadily to the side before he steadied himself again. “R-right, I think I do need some air, air sound like a good idea.” The wonderbolt made his way towards the exit, but would have bumbled into other ponies or collided with tables several times if it weren’t for the other pegasus supporting his weight.

“Um, excuse me sir," a vaguely tomboyish voice asked worriedly. "but are you all right?”

Soarin turned around with a woozy look on his face to discover the pink unicorn mare from before. “You don’t look so well," she continued. "Would you like me to give you a checkup? I am a doctor.”

He contemplated the offer when the mare next to him interjected. “Don’t worry, I think he just needs some air and he’ll be fine.”

The unicorn looked at the disoriented stallion, then at the pegasus next to him. “Well… alright, but do come to me if it doesn’t get better.”

“Oh, trust me… things will get better, much better…”
The fan mare rubbed her hooves together and somehow looked generally suspicious.

The pink mare raised one of her eyebrows and looked at her skeptically. “Ooookay… if you say so. But please do look me up if you’re not feeling better after some air”

Soarin looked towards her and gave a confident, but woozy smirk. “Thanks, I’ll make sure to do that miss…”

“Dewflower.”

“Yeah, Dewflower, thanks. But I should really get going outside, my head feels really clouded...”

The pink unicorn nodded and turned around, walking back towards her two friends, occasionally glancing back towards the wobbly wonderbolt seeming concerned.

Soarin finally managed to get out in the open and took a deep breath. This seemed to help a little judging by his composure. “Goddess… my head aches profusely… was there anything extra in that pie?”

The mare gave a wry grin and kept leading him from the building. Soarin just now noticed he was being led into a dark alley. How did he get here? More importantly: Why are they here? Or, where is here? “Um… excuse me, but why are we here?”

Soarin found himself shoved to the side, then something moist and soft pressed against his lips. He groggily shot his eyes wide open to find a pair of half-closed magenta eyes gazing dreamily at him. The Wonderbolt pulled back, startled, but in doing so, lost his hoofing and tumbled onto his back.

The mare was quick on her hooves and leaped after him, pouncing on top the light blue buck with vigorous excitement. She immediately darted down for another kiss, pressing her lips against the other pegasus, stroking one of her hooves through the back of his mane before breaking the embrace, leaning towards his ear and whispering into it. “Ooh.. Soarin… We are going to have so much fun together, my love. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. It took me ages to prepare the right amount of drugs for your pie. Not too much, not too little. Just enough for my little hubby to be cooperative enough. I doubt you would deny my love, but you can never be too sure, and I’m sorry my love, but I’ve waited far too long for this moment to risk anything going wrong.”

Soarin tried to pull free from the embrace. But found his strength draining, leaving him weak and dizzy. The pegasus could still feel everything however. If anything, he felt more now then normally. Whatever she had used was potent and carefully mixed. The pale blue pegasi didn’t know much about most things, but he could safely ensure that this was bad. He was unable to move, and this strange, creepy mare was busy slobbering against his lips in a very inadequate attempt for a… romantic kiss?

Wait, he could still move his whole head freely. Whatever was in that pie? And, what did she want with him?

The Wonderbolt didn’t have to wait for long before the mare pulled back panting heavily, visibly shivering as she gazed dreamily into his green eyes.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment my dear... it’s a dream finally come true!”

The other pegasus stood back up and turned around, giving him a glimpse of her cutie mark: A shining sun behind a cloud, before he was exposed too her glistening pride. He didn’t have much time to argue before the light purple mare pressed her goods down onto his muzzle, letting out a soft moan and shuddering. Slowly, she began to rub her marehood against Soarin’s muzzle, spreading her lubricant over his face in a thin coat while cooing softly. Her wings flared to their full width as she ground her vulva against the flabbergasted colt.

“Mmm, Soarin!" the excited mare cried. "Come on, eat my ‘pie’ my hubby. It’s wet and swollen, just for you.”

The pale blue stallion looked at the purplish piece of mare meat in front of him, just staring at it in stunned awe. It was more than half as much larger than any he’d seen before… well, he pretty much only had seen Spitfire’s up close in the locker rooms, it hadn’t been aroused at the time, but did that really do that much?

Soarin was pulled from his train of thought as the mare humped against his muzzle.
“Um, hello? Equestria to Soarin?" the fan mare asked, sounding both desperate and lustful, (neither was good in his ears) pressing herself harder and harder against his lips with each sentance. "You’re not helping me deal with my hard-on here, quite the opposite actually… or oh! Did you want me to do you first? That was a bit rude of me not to ask. But um, I’m kind of warmed up and good to go so… would you mind? I’d really appreciate it hun.”

“B-but I don’t eve-“ the paralyzed stallion managed stammer out between face fulls of her swollen lips.

“Oh, think nothing off it." she replied, smearing her self against his nose and making his head swim from a mix of asphixiaton and the heady sent of mare lust. "You can thank me later for this love. Just eat me out, it doesn’t have to be fancy or anything, just dig in like you’ve done with all the other fillies! Mmm… just thinking about all the mares you must have pleased gets me going even more…”

The mare pushed her flank down a bit further, pressing her lips against his. As soon as his snout was uncovered he sucked in a deep breath, pulling some of her juices into his sciences and causing a warm, almost fuzzy burn all the way down his throat. The Wonderbolt tried to pull away, meekly struggling back. After several more fruitless administration with her nethers, the pegasi mare suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.

“Do… do you find me unattractive?" the pale purple pony asked, sounding as if he had just struck her. "Not sexy enough? Is that why you don’t want me?” She pulled her hindquarters up enough to turn her head around and look into his eyes. There were tears welling up and her face was distorted in an attempt not to cry. “Is that what it’s all about? … or maybe you’re with some other Wonderbolt mare? Perhaps it was silly of me to just assume you and Spitfire as the only example. That Surprise has quite a nice pair of flanks, and her wingspan…" She choked back a sob before fixing him with a determined glare. "But no matter, this IS going to happen," she continued, far more fiercely, wrapping her tail around the back of his head. "Whether you like it or not, love. But I recommend you to start liking it right now, or I will have to get the syringe out…”

The pale blue buck shied away from the light purple mare. Those eyes, those eyes man… and he certainly did not want to have any syringe involved… those long, pointy things… Soarin shivered and his eyes traveled back up to the pony posterior. It was almost like her lady bits just winked at him. Maybe they did, he was so disoriented that he just didn’t know anymore. She lowered her hindquarters once more, and they were soon pressed firmly over his muzzle. The pinned pegasus tentatively pressed his snout forwards into the curvy, moist cluster of flesh.

“Oh… yes," the mare squealed excitedly. "That’s it. Be a good boy and give me a good licking.” The purple pony cooed and ground her hips against the bucks face.

Soarin hesitated for a moment, then gingerly stuck his tongue out and gave a tentative lick. The pegasus seemed to shudder in delight as she bucked her hindquarters down lightly against his muzzle. After a couple more cautious licks, Soarin would best describe her flavor as… warm. Not as good as pie by any means, but at least it didn’t taste awful. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but it could be worse.

Then the mare started humping against his muzzle with a steady beat. Okay, it just got worse… she was smearing her juices all over the top of his muzzle as she swapped between grinding and pressing her goods down, all while whinnying giddily. The mare kept this up for a couple of minutes, and Soarin's maw and tongue were starting to get tired and the warm taste was getting rather sickening.

She suddenly sped up her pace, changing to face fuck him, pounding her marehood down over his upper jaw. The pale blue buck could feel her tense up as she sped up and thrusted harder against him. “Hah… oh honey!" she cried out in near bliss. "I’m going to... I’m going to…”

She pressed herself down onto his muzzle and began to quiver. The wonderbolt could feel the sloppery grip tighten and press against his nose, clenching hard around it. He winced and tried to recoil, feeling like he was drowning as she gushed over him. She spasmed, making all kinds of weird noises before she finally calmed down and rose back up. Her still twitching marehood made a soft squelching sound as it was reluctantly pulled off his face.

With the asphyxiating pressure finally released, the azure stallion sucked in a deep breath, taking care to only use his mouth.

“Ooh…" the violet flyer sighed. "That was good dear, but not quite lovely. Either you are holding back on me, or I might have mixed up the teal leafs with the azure in that concoction… Ah well, we have plenty of time my love."

Soarin was exhausted and his body still felt dead to him. He could do little else but lay there and continue to gasp and pant, his muzzle, now soaked with mare moisture.

The purple mare sighed and settled her haunches on either side of Soarin's neck, causing her still twitching, lower lips to press against his throat. She slid her front hooves out from under her, slowly settling over the paralyzed buck's body. She cooed as every gulp of air the Wonderbolt forced down his esophagus caused him to vibrate against her nethers. She finally rested her head next to his semi erect phallus, inhaling deeply and letting out a stuttering sigh.

"Do-Don't," the champion flier stammered out through his numb mouth. He tried to lift his head and immediately regretted it as his nose pressed under her tail.

"Oh my!" the blond mare exclaimed, jolting her head straight up. "That's sweet honey, but don't worry about it. Just let me take care of you. Besides, that’s a bit too frisky for me dear."

She gripped his shaft in her fetlock and pressed him against her face. The mare ran her soft cheek up and down his length. The blue maned buck quivered as the mares soft coat made him reluctantly reach his full length. She ran her nose all the way up to his tip. "Ohohoho, Soarin," she moaned, her lips brushing against his sensitive flesh. "Let me taste you."

Before the stallion could protest she opened her mouth and enveloped half his penis with her first bob. His breath caught in his throat as he twitched from the mare's tongue dancing around his shaft as she bobbed up and down, taking more and more of him in each time. Soarin could feel the pressure build rapidly between his thighs as the mare surged all the way down, swallowing his entire cock and pressing her snout into his balls.

"I-I'm," the Wonderbolt gasped, quickly losing control to the rapid contractions of the manic mare's throat. He was on the cusp of climax when she completely pulled herself off.

"Aah," she gasped, leaning her head back and looking him in the eye through her tussled, blond mane. "That was close. I'd hate to waste all those baby Sorins." She licked up a drop of precum that dribbled from his tip, causing him to throb painfully. "But you just taste so good."

She slid her haunches down his chest leaving a trail of mare juice in her wake that he couldn't help but liken to a snail trail. The stallion let out an unintelligible groan of protest as she dragged her chest across him. Her coat tickled against his phallus as she shifted herself forward, not enough to make him cum, but enough to remind him of just how painfully close he was.

“Shhh.. just relax… you’re going to enjoy this, don’t ruin my fantasy here love," she instructed, coming to rest on his stomach. "We are going to have the bestest time together, and we will love it!” Soarin struggled helplessly underneath the mare as she impatiently rubbed her hindquarters against his abdomen, waiting for him to calm down.

“P-p-please…" he begged, finally regaining enough feeling in his tongue to make himself understood. "Don’t do this, I-I’ve never… never…”

The mare stopped for a second, then broke into a huge smile. “Omigoshomigoshomigosh! This is even better than my fantasies! I will be the mare that pops the cherry, the mare that makes him into a real stallion! This explains the amateur oral before!” She began to squeal like a school filly, clopping her hooves together and humping against his body vigorously..

"I want my first time to be with a mare I love," the athlete buck continued to protest weakly, calming down enough to form coherent sentences.

“It’s so romantic that you saved yourself for me,” the psycho fan cooed, licking her lips. "You have said you love all your fans and I'm your biggest fan so you must love me the most." She rubbed her hooves in tight circles over the champion flyer's cutie marks. "I am going to make sure you have the bestest first time ever!"

She glanced back to the Wonderbolt's more relaxed member and beamed. “It’s not everyday a mare gets such an opportunity as this! I can still barely believe it myself. Just thinking about it gets me going...” She stood and turned around and wrapping her tail around Soarin's stallionhood. "I am going to make this perfect." She locked her eyes with his and smiled hungrily. He could feel her tail pressing his tip against her quivering, lower lips.

Soarin tried in vain to force his body to resist, but there was nothing he could do to dislodge his assailant; if anything, his feeble struggles only made her more excited. "Please, please, please..." he begged, unable to form full sentences through his panic.

"Don't worry, my love, I will make you enjoy this." Without another word she slid the terrified stallion inside her. "OH, SOARIN!" the purple mare screamed, slamming her hips all the way down to blue pegasus' base.

The champion flier gasped as the crazed fan bounced up and down on his waist. She took it. The lunatic had been right, he could have had any mare he wanted. He had saved himself for so long for somepony he loved and now he was being taken by some stranger in a back ally.

The violet mare slid down Soarin's body until she was lying on top of him. She ground her haunches in tight circles around his shaft. He could feel her quivering breath on his lips as she hovered her muzzle a hair's breadth from his own.

The fan mare cupped the Wonderbolt's face and locked her deep purple eyes on his. She forced her lips against his and forced her tongue between his teeth. Between her gyrating hips and aggressive kiss Soarin was actually starting to feel good. His own body's betrayal only made the whole experience that much worse.

Finally breaking her embrace, the mare resumed pistoning herself on his stallionhood. She bit her lower lip and leaned her head backwards, letting a tendril of drool roll down her chin.

Hng… p-please," the blue pegasus begged, feeling the pressure quickly building inside the mare. "Get off of me. I-I am going to…” Soarin grit his teeth and began to wriggle weakly as he was swiftly approaching orgasm.

The purple fan pony seemed to light up. “Really? That’s great!" She increased her pace, slamming her haunches into his thighs so hard it hurt. "Did I mention I am in heat? Oh, this is just working out so well for both of us!"

Soarin's eyes went wide. In heat?! “W-what? NO! PULL IT OUT! PULL IT OUT!” The blue maned pegasus trashed weakly, straining his numb muscles to their limit, but was still too weak to even move his head properly. He could only lie helplessly as she pounded away at him.

“Don’t be silly," she chuckled, grinding her hips into him and stroking his balls with her tail. "Why would we want do that? Waste precious Soarin seed? I suppose if I had the pleasure of drinking you, I would still have the chance to be blessed by some of your precum hun. But why risk wasting such a treat?”

He struggled pathetically as his entire body began to tense up, but it a losing battle. “P-please… I beg you, don’t do this, I-I don’t wa.. want to haaa-“ The Wonderbolt involuntary bucked his hips with what little strength he could muster, releasing several juts of his sperm inside her vagina as he shook from the ordeal.

“Yes!" the purple mare cried, throwing her head back and flapping her wings vigorously. "That’s a good boy! Cum inside me! Fill me with your seed! Let me be the mother of your wonderbaby!” The mare pumped her body up and down his shaft as she rode his orgasm through. Soarin only let out a whimper and squirmed underneath her.

She brought herself halfway up his member and began to rub her nethers with one hoof, gently bumping it against his shaft in the process. “Ooh.. just the mere thought of it is almost enough to make me… make me…” She started to grind atop his member, increased the speed of her rubbing and fluttered her wingtips across where their bodies met.

The fan mare assaulted his nethers with every appendage she had for half a minute. She began to buck her hips and pant in an increased pace. “Mmm… Soarin… I’m going to cum again." she moaned. "Golly you feel good inside of me my love.” The mare gave several quick humps and slamming down one last time. She arched her back and spasmed, moaning out his name as her inner walls clenched tightly around his stallionhood.

It was over. Thank Celestia, it was over.

Without warning, she lifted herself halfway up his shaft and spun around with a flap of her wings. The vice grip her inner muscles had on his sensitive flesh caused him to cry out in pain from the sharp twist. "No, no," he mumbled weakly. "It was over. It was over."

"Don't worry, my love," the purple mare assured him, planting her front hooves on the concrete between his legs. "I am far from done." She slammed her violet rump down on him with the force of all four of her legs and both her wings, making him wince.

The Wonderbolt's assailant road him for what felt like hours, crying out into the night and soaking the stallion's coat in her sweat and sex juices.

Soarin could only shiver as she came on top of him for the eighth time. This wasn’t anything he wanted. Why was she doing this? He wished she would just stop. As he reluctantly filled her for the fourth time his phials was rubbed raw and his head was pounding with every beat of his heart. His hips were sore from all her pounding and a bruise was steadily spreading across his pelvis. However, what was possibly even worse than all of that, was her constant attempts at intimacy, softly cooing on about her love and how she was going to raise their foal to be just like him.

“Oh love, that was amazing!" the light purple pegasi exclaimed and let out a nicker of relief. "I’ve really got into a mood now.” She wriggled on top of him and slowly pulled out. The mare gingerly slid off him and turned around, rubbing her mound against his face once more while cooing softly. “You ready for another round big boy?"

"No, no, no, no, no!" The Wonderbolt tried to protest through her soaked crotch. He blinked in horror as his nose was filled with a dizzying musk and he noticed sticky white gunk trickling out from the mare and down over his face.

Without further ado, the crazed mare pressed her hindquarters down over his muzzle, forcing him to taste her sex, along with copious amounts of his own seed.

What if she really did get pregnant?! What would happen? And who’d they believe? Strong, athletic Wonderbolt raped by small town mare? Yeah, that was totally the most plausible story. There was so much inside her, there was no way she wouldn't get pregnant. Soarin couldn’t help but reluctantly lick, nibble and suckle on the mares privates in a vain attempt to get as much of his seamen out of her as he could, quietly weeping the whole time.

He felt how the mare began to lick along his aching shaft. She was murmuring softly and moaning as he went on.

The pale blue buck wasn’t sure which taste he disliked more, his own or hers. The of salty and sickeningly sweet was almost nauseating. The athlete let out a yelp as the other pony unceremoniously stuffed her mouth full of his cock, taking in almost his full length in one go. He tensed up and whimpered. He might not want this, but she was very talented in what she did, being new to this whole scenario likely didn’t help either.

They had barely been going at it for two minutes when Soarin felt he couldn’t contain his orgasm any longer. He buried his muzzle into her snatch, muffling his strained whimpers as he involuntary bucked his hips upwards. The mare's response more suction, and a very rapidly swirling tongue around his tip. He released another load of his seed under great protest and through gritted teeth. It was really starting to hurt now, every beat of his heart was like a hammer in his head. The blond mare greedily swallowed the first jets, before pulling back and letting the last strand string across her face, rubbing her cheek against the tip to coat her face with the last trickling remnants of his ejaculation. All while moaning almost inaudibly.

The violet mare shivered on top of him, a large gob of sperm oozing out of her orifice and pooling atop his muzzle. She quickly let go of his stallionhood, got off his face and slid further down, making his sore member was squeezed inside of her once more. She humped up and down, whinnying with excitement.

She turned her head back to look him in his teary eyes, her face partially covered by some strands of his cum. “Isn’t this just so erotic dear? Oh, I do hope I managed to be impregnated! Can’t wait to take the test in a few weeks!” She giggled with glee, oblivious to the fact the stallion she calmed to love was quietly sobbing. “Oh boy, I never thought I’d be this excited thinking about peeing on a stick!”

The pale blue stallion couldn’t help but wonder what kind of delusion one would need to have to even think like this mare did. She joyfully pumped herself up and down on his chest, her breathing increasing gradually as the seconds ticked away. Her moans became more erratic and her thrusts more uncoordinated. She finally seemed to be close to being done. Which the Wonderbolt desperately hoped for. He wasn’t sure how much more of this treatment he could take. If this was what sex was like, he doubted he’d ever want to do it again.

The mare began to moan louder than usual. “Oohh... darling... I’m going to cum... get ready to be showered by my love for you...” Her speed increased, she slammed down hard into him, the light blue flier could feel how her reckless pounding was causing the pressure in his raw and chafed groin began to painfully rise again. The pegasus mare began to shake once more and be braced himself for whatever was coming.

"Ah... and now for the closing act..." She pulled herself off of his throbbing member and began to rub her clit with great vigor while backing up closer to his head. She cooed out a nicker of approval as several jets of warm fluid squirted out from her marehood, coating his face and chest. One strand of lubricant hit him square in the eye, making him wince and hiss. She sighed contentedly and got off him on somewhat wobbly legs. "Daw, look how cute you are covered in my juices. Perhaps we could do this more often? The look really suits you. I wish I had my camera with me, this would so have been framed." She giggled prancing off with a beaming smile and a satisfied look on her face. Her coat and body were covered with sweat.

Soarin didn't reply, he just weakly curled up and began to weep quietly. He was covered in her 'affection' and smelled of sex and sweat. He felt so weak, so dirty, so... so violated.

"Don't worry," she chimed over her shoulder as the mare continued to slowly strut away from the scene. "The drug will wear off in around an hour and you will get your strength back! Oh, I can't wait to tell my friends who I just nailed!"

He just laid there, weeping and shivering as a cool breeze swept across his coat. The places where his matted fur had begun to dry were particularly icy. The pegasus tried to move, but his limbs refused to obey him and he slumped back to the ground. He could still taste some of the sickly sweet substance on his tongue. Just thinking about it made him feel vile. He wanted to vomit, but couldn't bring himself to do so. There wasn't any strength left for it. Soarin just curled up further to keep warm.

The Wonderbolt had no idea how long he laid like that. Five? Ten? Fifteen minutes? All he knew was that he was cold, abused and lonely. He wanted to be home in his bed, or even the sleeping quarters with the other Bolts. And maybe some warm apple p-. He shuddered at the very thought of pie. He really hoped that crazy mare hadn't ruined his pie's for him. He really loved pie, it was one of his passions in life second only to flying.

Suddenly there was rustling behind him. His entire body froze and his blood ran cold.

Had she come back for another round?! Had she really went to get a camera? What if she actually brought her friends? He trembled and shut his eyes, preparing for the worst.

"Soarin?" a familiar mare's voice called out. "Is that you? What in the hay are you doing here? Are you having another of your impromptu naps? I thought we had been over this; ya gotta stop sleeping in alleys. I know you like the atmosphere, but really? But guess what? I scored! And it was awesome. However, something I found adorable and that made me laugh was that almost as soon as we were at the bed I got her first orgasm off in ten seconds fl-"

Spitfire's voice died in her throat as she took in the dimly lit sight in front of her. She stumbled several hooves back and fell on her haunches. "S-Soarin?! Are you okay? What the hay happened? Can you talk? Do you hear me? Oh sweet Celestia, please be okay. Don't be dead, don't be dead!" The yellow mare was breathing rapidly, losing her normally coy and relaxed demeanor. She frantically scrambling onto her hooves as she rambled. She grasped his head between her hooves and stared intensely at his still form.

Slowly, his eyes cracked open. Puffy and bloodshot from crying. He looked at her pleadingly, yet there was something hollow about his gaze.

"Soarin... what happened to you?" Spitfire asked, her voice catching in her throat.

The azure stallion looked away and let out a loud sob. Spitfire grit her teeth and flared her nostrils. She began looking him over more carefully this time, stopping at several places. She moved her hoof over the top of his forehead repeatedly before pulling it back, moving it up her own muzzle tentatively sniffing at it then giving it a careful lick.

Her eyes widened with realization. She turned back to stare deeply into his eyes, her own burning with rage. "Soarin... where you...?" He just nodded weakly. The yellow mare took several deep breaths. "Tell me... just tell me who it was... and I will personally make sure she is PERMANENTLY made unable to do this again.

Soarin sniffled and wiped his nose with much visible strain, then shook his head, looking away. The yellow pegasus grasped Soarin by his muzzle and stared into his eyes with fury. "TELL ME!" she growled viciously. All she achieved was a fresh wave of sobs to wrack Soarin's body.

Spitfire immediately let go of his head, gasping at her own actions. "I-I am sorry. I didn't mean to shout, I just... do you want to talk about it? Is there anything I can do for you? Can you stand up?" He hesitated, then shook his head, nodded, and then shook his head again. Spitfire leaned closer and smiled weakly. "Yes?"

He weakly wrapped his front hooves around her neck and shook lightly, burrowing his muzzle against hers. He let out a hiccup as he pressed close. His fellow Wonderbolt flinched from the pungent odor and sliminess of her teammate, but returned the embrace. She stroked his mane and softly whispered in his ear. "There, there, everything will be alright. I am here now. Nopony will hurt you... schh... just let it all go... I'm here for you..."

The two stayed like that for several minutes, just embracing each other. The fiery maned pegasus whispering words of comfort, telling the light blue stallion that everything would be okay. Things would be okay. Tomorrow would be a better day.