Spitfire Water

by Twifan

Rating: mature
Tags: Wonderbolts, Sex, Spitfire, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 4656

Spitfire suddenly finders her bladder is now in the control of a disgruntled fellow wonderbolt.

After believing he had been left out of another competition due to favoritism over ability, the Wonderbolt know as Lightning Streak has finally had enough of Spitfire. With the help of some magic pills he purchased, he plans to teach Spitfire a lesson in humility!

Created solely for My Little Fetish "April Showers" contest. Forced Watersports ahead!

Published 2014-05-19 22:30:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-19 22:30:04 UTC

Wetting in the Showers

Lightning Streak was not having a good time.

He thought the Wonderbolts party would cheer him up, but he was mistaken. He thought talking to his fellow Wonderbolts would lighten things up, but it wasn’t so. He thought the free drink would have gotten him drunk enough not to care, but it didn’t have the effect he had hoped.

“Sorry you didn’t make the cut to the Equestrian Games again.” Soarin took another drink from his mug at the bar. “You know you’d be my first pick to go, but Spitfire is the one to call the shots.”

“Yeah, I know.” Lightning Streak finished off the last of his own drink. “I just really thought I had a chance this year. I made new records in all my training. It just wasn’t enough I guess.”

“Aww, cheer up Lightning Streak! Why don’t you go talk to some of our mare fans at this party? I bet one of them could cheer you up.”

Lightning Streak got down from his stool. “Nah. I just don’t feel in the mood for that kind of cheering up tonight.”

“Your loss.”

Lightning Streak headed from the front door of the Wonderbolts academy. He was done with this celebration. Or at least so he had believed until he overheard a conversation from a very tipsy spitfire.

“How could I not take Shoarin along? You’ve sheen how well he fillsh out dat uniform? Shee, Fleetfoot here knowsh what ’m talking about, Imirightgurl? He’sh needed for our morale. Dough the big lug nearly gave me a heart attack after he ended up injuring himshelf. He couldn’t keep hish eyesh off doshe two cheerleadersh below. He needsh to learn how to fly while being distracted, or not be dishtracted at all.”

The group around Spitfire began to laugh with her drunken stories. Lightning Streak just stood there as the reason why he wasn’t picked dawned on him. Spitfire didn’t pick Soarin for his skill. She picked him for his looks! Anger started to swell up in him. He felt the need to teach Spitfire a lesson. To humiliate her! And bring her down from her high platform.

And he knew just what he’d need to do it.

Lightning Streak pulled out the locked box hidden under his bed. Opening it up, he gazed at the answer to his problem: A jar of magical pills tied with a letter.

Lightning Streak pulled the letter off the jar and began read it:

’Lortnochcamots’
‘Setagotitgnirb’
‘Godaekilwolf’
Say these words in order for the magic to work.
Leave time between magic words.
‘Elttobehtpullif’ to start the process over

Now he would see if the bits he spent on that strange old Earth Pony shop keeper was worth it.

Lightning Streak watch as the drugged magic drink made its way to the target. He watched the unsuspecting Spitfire pick up the mug place beside her and drink it to the last drop. As she continued to chat with her fans and fellow fliers, Lightning Streak checked the note again to make sure he got the words right.

“Lortnochcamots, Setagotitgnirb, Godaekilwolf!”

Nothing happened.

Well something did happen, one of the drunk party goes said “Godakawolf yershelf!”And then began to shamble off somewhere else. But nothing magical happened. Nothing that would make Spitfire humiliated. Cursing, Lightning Streak pulled out the note and read it again. After reviewing the note, he tried it again.

“Lortnochcamots.”

Spitfire ear twitched for a moment and Lightning Streak began to wonder if it was an effect of the magic or just something else. He was about to check the note a third time when he noticed excused herself from the group. Following her, Lightning Streak watched as she headed for the bathroom. But when she saw the line leading outside of it, she changed directions. Lightning Streak guessed with the washrooms filled on this floor, she’d be heading to the ones located in the Wonderbolts locker room. He slowly followed her.

Lightning Streak spotted Spitfire in the locker room attempting to remove her uniform. In her drunken state she had not seen him yet. He wanted to keep it that way so he kept his distance from her. He didn’t really have a good reason for being here, he thought. And she would pick up on it even while being drunk. Still, he tried to work up the courage to see if the magic works. He wanted to get his revenge. He’d just have to deal with the problem of explaining why he’s here when it came to it.

“Setagotitgnirb.”

Lightning Streak tried his best to stay hidden as he saw Spitfires ear twitch again. However the mare didn’t bother to turn around. Did she not hear him? Did the spell have any effects? Or was this some sort of joke she was playing on him? He got his answer soon enough…

Spitfire clouded mind cleared up a bit when she suddenly felt her bladder swell up. Her need to pee after all those drinks became a rushing angry whirlpool inside her. Every part of her body trembled under this pressure, causing her to whimper a bit. She threw off what remained of the Wonderbolts uniform attempted to reach the stalls. Her legs trembled with each step she took. But if she could hold on for a bit longer, she could-

“Godaekilwolf.”

Lightning Streak watched as Spitfire ears twitch once again, causing her to stop in her tracks. Spitfire herself suddenly felt the pain she had begun to wash away from her body. Lightning Streak watch as Spitfire spread her legs and lifted her tail, giving him a full view of her marehood. It was a nice view to him, but it wasn’t quite what he had hoped for in humiliating-

His train of thought was interrupted as a yellow stream of liquid sprayed from Spitfire. It pooled around the floor as Spitfire just stood there, raising her head up and letting it go freely for anyone to see. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she did this. Lightning Streak just stood and watched in awe as he watched his captain relieve herself openly like this. This was what he needed! She’d be made to humiliate herself in front of everyone! This was exactly the revenge he had sought!

Or at least that’s what he had thought until a new idea had begun to stir his mind.

Perhaps humiliating her in front of everyone wasn’t needed. He simply needed to have her be humbled in front of him. That would be enough!

As soon as the stream of urine had ended Spitfire now found herself unable to remember the last few seconds of her drunken state. She remembered coming into the locker room in some form of emergency, but could not place what it was for. The moment she took her first step to look around, the wet feeling on the floor reminded her. Spitfire looked at the pool of urine on the floor, her face beginning to redden with embarrassment. Quickly she began to look around the lockers to make sure no pony was around; she opened the nearby janitor’s closet and got out a bucket and mop. She prayed dearly that she could clean up the mess before any pony saw her!

Lightning Streak had hid himself in one of the lockers. Far enough away from where Spitfire was cleaning, but still close enough to listen to her panic to herself. From what he knew about Spitfire, she wouldn’t leave the locker room after cleaning up such a mess without at least a quick shower. It would be then that he’d make his move.

With the work completed, Spitfire cleaned out the bucket and put it and the mop back where it belonged. Her hooves now began to smell of cleaning detergent. Spitfire gazed at the shower stalls of the change room. She had already taken her suit off, and it would help her feel more awake after the apparent embarrassing drunken way she had acted, just peeing out of the floor like that. She wouldn’t even need to take very long! She could simply go in, wash the smell off, and be back with her friends before any of her friends would start to get worried.

Finally having herself convinced, Spitfire walked in and turned on one of the wall showers. She loved the feel of the rushing water on her mane and coat. It made her feel calm. It made her feel clean again. It made her feel like she was ready to handle whatever the day would throw at-

“Lortnochcamots.”

Spitfire ears twitched and she suddenly felt her stomach twist. Whatever she had eaten didn’t quite agree with her tonight. Perhaps she should lay of the-

“Setagotitgnirb.”

Spitfire suddenly felt her bladder fill pass it capacity. Something was indeed not agreeing with her to cause her to quickly need to pee again. She cross her back hooves in pain and prayed that she could make to the toilet this time. She began to make her way there, when she spotted somepony at the archway to the shower room. Spitfire nearly jumped in surprise. “Lightning Streak? What are you-“

Spitfire saw his mouth move. He said something, but she couldn’t hear it. Was the pain she was feeling having some effect on her hearing? No, she could still hear the water rushing from the shower so-

Then Spitfire felt her back legs give out from under her. It was as if all the strength they had been taken away. She felt her inner walls slowly melt away against the resistance of the pressure they held back. She felt the warm liquid pool out under her, and a feeling of relief wash over her. Her embarrassment was pushed to the site over the joyful feeling of simply letting the pain go away. But as soon as her bladder was once more empty that feeling of embarrassment came back along with the feelings of confusion and anger. This was not the work of alcohol!

Spitfire glared at Lightning Streak. “Did you do this?”

Lightning Streak grinned at his fallen captain sitting in a pool of her own urine. “What’s the matter Spitfire? Not enjoying the party so far? I’m having a blast now. The entertainment is Stupendous. They should name you the wondrous bolt captain!”

“How?” Spitfire asked as she attempted to stand up. Her legs ached all over. “Why?”

“Oh captain. How is not important.” Lightning Streak grin started to fade away from his face. “As for the ‘why’, this is a lesson for you. For picking fliers based on their appearance than their capability.”

“What? Lightning, what are you talking a-“

“Lortnochcamots!”

The two stood there in silence waiting for something to happen.

“Setagotitgnirb?” Panic started to creep into Lightning Streaks voice. “Godaekilwolf?”

Lightning Streak pulled out a sheet of paper and checked over what could have gone wrong. Spitfire saw her chance and gathered what strength she had to stand fully up. She focused her energy on one leap to stop Lightning from doing whatever he needed to do. “Ah here we are-“was all Lightning Streak said before Spitfire forced him to the ground. Spitfire raised her hoof to slug the stallion and-

“Elttobehtpullif.” Lightning Streak managed to say the word before having a face full of hoof.

Spitfire felt all her strength suddenly leave her and collapsed on top of Lightning Streak. Her mouth began to dry up, and the room began to feel hot. The lights in the locker room began to feel like tiny suns beaming down on her. Her lips felt dry and cracked. Lighting Streak easily pushed her off of him, and it was then she saw what she needed most.

Water! Life giving water! The shower was still running all this time, cleaning up most of the pool of urine she had left there. If she could only make it there and have a taste she might be able to survive!

Lightning Streak watched as Spitfire crawled towards the running shower like a pony lost in the desert. A new idea came to him, and he began to search the lockers and janitor closet for the tools he needed.

Spitfire had made it to the shower by the time Lightning had returned. She attempted to catch as much of the precious liquid falling from the sky into her mouth as she could. Each drop on her tongue and on her coat seemed to breathe life into her entire body. However, as great as the feeling was it was also maddening to her. Each drop seemed to take too long to go down her throat than the last. It was too slow for her. She needed it to flow down her dry throat.

“Here.” Spitfire’s attention was turned to the sound of plastic hitting the tile floor. She turned to see a bottle filled with water rolling towards her. She leaped at the container and began to poor its contents down her throat.

Lightning Streak watched Spitfire drink the bottle of water. He had to admit, he loved watching spitfire gulp down the water so desperately. When he started all of this he wanted to teach her a lesson. But now, he was getting aroused by Spitfires desperation. Not to mention his increasing fondness of watching her desperately fight to not urinate.

Spitfire nearly chocked on the last of the water, forcing so much of it down her throat. But she felt alive again! She felt strength returning to her tired body. She left like she could fly laps around Equestria. She felt like she could-

“Lortnochcamots!”

A pain filled Spitfire stomach and her mind remembered what was happening to her. Her very bodily functions were now a plaything for a disgruntled stallion. Her last attempt of stopping him didn’t work; she’d try a different tactic. “You’ve made your point. Please, don’t continue this!” she begged.

“Afraid I can’t do that now Captain.” Lightning Streak replied. “It was originally all about the lesson, but now I begin to find I’m enjoying watching you squirm around.”

“You-you’re getting off to this?”

“Setagotitgnirb.”

Spitfire eyes widen as she felt the familiar pain of her bladder being filled at fell back. “You sick pervert!” With her back legs beginning to tired, she tried to reinforce her inner walls by squeezing her front hooves to her crotch in desperation. This caused a laugh from Lightning Streak.

“After all this, you still attempt to fight it? I thought by now you’d just open up and let it go. It’s not like you can fight back at it. No matter how much you try and resist, one word from me and it’s all for nothing. It’s such a waste of effort.” Lightning Streak let out a dreamful sigh as then continued. “And yet that’s what I love about you captain. Your never give up attitude. This would have become boring already without it. I’m so very happy I didn’t use this in a crowded area like I had planned. I would not have been able to get this quality time with you.”

Spitfire stood up and did her best attempt to shove Lightning to the side, but with all her efforts focused on trying not to let the raging torrent inside her from escaping she could barely make him take a step back. Lightning continued to chuckle as he used only half of his strength to push her back with equal force. Spitfire was not getting past the archway.

The pain began to become nearly unbearable to Spitfire. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. “Please,” she begged again, “let me pass.”

Lightning Streak simply smiled at her and said one word: “Godaekilwolf.”

Spitfire felt the pressure build up and moved her hoof to join the other in a futile attempt to stop what she knew was happening anyway. She felt the warm stream hitting her two front hooves. She herd the first little drops hit the floor. She saw Lightning Streaks eyes widen with joy as the yellow pool began to form beneath her. She could smell a strangely sweet smell emitting from her urine that overpowered the lingering smell of the cleaning detergent. She continued to cry at her pitiful attempt to hide what little pride she had left. She lowered her gaze to not look at the stallion who was enjoying seeing her suffer.

When he was convinced she had finished, Lightning began the whole thing over again. “Elttobehtpullif.”

Spitfire once again felt her body dry up and the need for water. She attempted yet again to gather water flowing from the shower. With her distracted, Lightning Streak began taking the rest of the tools he found and setting up for his next form of entertainment.

Lightning Streak whistled to get Spitfires attention. He held in his hoof a black hose that was attached to a three way splitter, which had similar black hoses attached to three of the shower heads. Water from the three shower heads flowed out from the hose he held in his hoof. “Elttobehtpullif,” he said again.

Spitfire lunged at the hose and began to suck the stream in. The feeling of the cold refreshing water on her dry throat made her feel alive again. She pulled it away for a moment to let it splash on her dried face. The feeling caused her to let out a moan in pleasure before she continued to drink more down.

“Elttobehtpullif,” Lightning Strike said again as he watched her. He saw her belly begin to expand outwards as she drank in more water. But it wasn’t large enough for him. “Elttobehtpullif,” he repeated again, and again, and again. Each time the grin of his face grew wider as he watch her belly grow. Spitfire began to lie on her back as she continued to drink in the water. Finally, when he was satisfied with what he saw, he turned the three showers off and took away the hose.

Slowly the realization came to the groggy mare of what had just transpired. She stared in horror at the size of her bloated belly. She tried to get up, but the weight of it held her down. She couldn’t even roll over under this amount of pressure. All she could do was wiggle her legs in discomfort.

Lightning Strike patted Spitfires bloated belly. “Well now, isn’t this a sexy belly. I couldn’t think of anything that could possibly be better than this. No, wait. I thought of something.” Lightning Strike leaned close to Spitfire to look her right in the eye as he asked. “Are you ready for a real wild ride?” Spitfire shook her head desperately, but that only seemed to make the grin on Lightning’s face wider. “Lortnochcamots.”

Lightning watched as Spitfire belly began to vibrate under the magic. Ripples flowed from one side of the stomach to the other. The entire room was filled with the sounds of water splashing back and forth. Spitfire let out a groan as her belly moved by itself from one side to the other. She felt the water splash around her insides like a raging wave.

“Setagotitgnirb,” Lighting Strike continued as he watched with glee. The belly began to shake again, but far more rapidly and violently than the first. Spitfire let out another groan to the strange feeling coming from her stomach. She began to feel her bladder filling up, but this time a new feeling of pain came with it. She felt as if the water insider her was trying to force its way into her already filled bladder, slamming against the ‘doors’ that held it back, like waves crashing against the Cliffside. Spitfire grinded her teeth together and tried to hold against the pain a little while longer. Her back legs try to cross themselves as a reflex. Her eyes began to burn and she started to believe that some of the urine was trying to find some other way to escape. Tears once again began to run down her face.

Lighting Strike began to clap his hooves together. “You are quite amazing captain! You still try to hold on after all this. With determination like this, they should have made you a royal guard! Tell you what; you’ve impressed me so much that I’ll make you a deal. If you can get up and reach the bathroom, I’ll stop this entire thing. I tell you how I did all this and get rid of the stuff so I can never do it again.”

Spitfire tried her best, but she already knew the answer the truth before she tried. She couldn’t possible get up under the weight of her stomach, let alone walk all the way to the toilet. And that was without the painful feeling she had.

“Given up? What a shame.” Lighting Strike positioned himself to have the best view of Spitfires marehood as he spoke the last magic word. “Godaekilwolf.”

Spitfire began to whimper as she felt the urine escape her inner wall like water escaping through the cracks of a damn. Each small drop seemed to force more and more urine to escape until there was nothing holding it back. Lighting Strike grin widen as he saw the stream of yellow liquid jet out from her marehood onto the floor, filling the room with its odor. “You should see yourself Captain. It’s like watching a fountain of yel-“

And that’s when Lightning Streak suddenly found himself pushed back by the surprising force of released urine.

Spitfire began to moan with pleasure. She felt as though everything wrong within her was flowing away. All the pain flowed away, leaving behind bliss throughout her entire body. Her worry seemed to flow away, leaving a sense of calm. The very weight of the world was flowing away from her, leaving a feeling of floating in the clouds. She couldn’t even tell what she was doing anymore, and at the moment she didn’t care. She just wanted this feeling to last.

Lightning Strike attempted to fight against the torrent of pressure emitting out of Spitfire. He found himself back into the wall. He attempted to call out for her to stop, but all that did was get a taste of urine in his mouth. His reaction to this unwanted taste only made more of the urine to find its way in. His eyes began to get blinded by the stuff. He felt some of it go up his nose, keeping him from smelling anything. He was unable to hear the sounds of Spitfire’s pleasured moans over it. He was unable to move out of it. It shoved him into the shower walls. He was trapped by it!

Neither of them knew how long it went on. When the torrent had ended, Spitfire layer there in bliss while the urine soaked Lightning Strike fell to the floor.

After a few spits to try and remove the awful taste from his mouth, Lightning began to blindly feel along the wall behind him trying desperately to find the valve for the shower. Turning it on, he crawled along the floor in blind search of the hose. When he had felt the hose left on the floor, he pulled the end towards him and let the water splashed on his face.

With the urine finally cleared out of his eyes, he was able to see the orange hoof of Spitfire slam into his face.

“Is this all of it?” Spitfire asked as she held the jar of pills.

Lightning Strike nodded his hoof still on his swollen jar.

“Right then. Lightning Strike, I’m confiscating your magical drugs. You now have two choices as your punishment: I either kick you out of the Wonderbolts permanently for your disgraceful actions. Or you can be suspended for just a month, eat one of this pills, and have a drink.”

Lightning Strike looked at the jar of pills. Since the Wonderbolts was his life he believed that he didn’t have a choice. He reached his hoof into it and took one pill out. Then he swallowed it.

“Let’s go get you that drink then.”

The Party was beginning to wind down, but it was still filled with plenty of fellow Wonderbolts. Spitfire walked up to the bar along with Lightning Strike. She kept him close by.

“A glass of Cider for me friend here,” Spitfire said to the bartender with a smile, “on me.”

The Stallion grabbed a glass and poured the drink into it. Spitfire turned to face Lightning Strike, her smile was replaced with her stern gaze. “Drink it.” She ordered.

Lightning Strike paused for only a moment, sweat pouring down his forehead. He took the glass in his hoof and chugged the whole drink down. Spitfire noticed the group of friends she was with and waved them over. “Lortnochcamots,” she said out loud without even looking a Lightning Strike. She heard the rumbling sounds coming from his stomach to indicate that the magic was working.

“Spitfire! You were gone for quite a while. Everything ok?” the Wonderbolt known as Blaze asked.

“Yeah, everything just fine,” Spitfire said with a smile. “Had a bit of trouble finding a washroom that wasn’t in use. Plus I had to have a chat with Lightning Strike here about a few things. Thing like: it’s ok not to come in first when you try your best and stuff like that. Oh, and about silly words like,” Spitfire paused to look directly at Lightning Strike, “Setagotitgnirb.”

Lightning stomach began to rumble once more, and he felt his bladder start to fill up. He crossed his back legs nervously and bit his lip.

“Setago-what? That is a kind of silly sounding. What does it mean?”

Spitfire shrugged. “I’m not sure. As far as I can tell it must mean something like ‘I’ve drunken too much cider.” Spitfire placed a hoof around Lightning Streaks neck and brought him closer, “What do you think, Lightning?”

Lightning began to sweat nervously as he knew what would be coming next. He began to do a nervous dance to try and alleviate the pain.

“Oh dear, am I keeping you from something important?” Spitfire asked, putting on her best shocked face. She removed her hoof from Lightning’s neck. “Well then I won’t keep you any longer. I just have something to say before I go…”

This was it. The moment he had feared. The fate he thought of delivering to Spitfire was now being brought upon himself. He grit is teeth and closed his eyes, prepared to the humiliating act to come.

“Go-odnight Lightning Streak.”

Lightning opened one eye to see Spitfire walk away with her friends, leaving him standing in the middle of the room bewildered. He didn’t get to stand around long, as his bladder began to remind him of his urgent need. He galloped to the nearest free restroom he could find.

Lightning stood in front of the toilet. In a few moments, he would be free of the pain. He took off his Wonderbolts outfit, closed his eyes, and he let go of his resistance…

And he let go of his resistance…

And he let go of his resistance…

Lightning opened up on eye and stared down. Nothing was happening. He knew he wasn’t holding back anymore, but for some reason his body refused to release the urine. He shook his now painfully sensitive shaft, but nothing happened.

Oh no, he thought. It can’t be.

“Godaekilwolf!” he shouted to himself. “Godaekilwolf!” he shouted again, but nothing happened.

It would be hours before Spitfire would be back in the morning, and longer for the magic of the pill to run out. Lightning began to curl down into fetal position and cry.