Thunder Rider

by Game-BeatX14

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Fetish, Non-consensual, Random, Wonderbolts, Sex, Thunderlane, Spitfire
Length: 3682

With the help of four Wonderbolts team members, some rope, and an unlucky subject, Spitfire gives the term "Flying Fuck" a literal meaning.

Thunderlane will do anything to join the Wonderbolts. Spitfire, being the sweet mare she is, decides to take advantage of that to perform her coveted sexual desire. With the help of four Wonderbolts team members and some rope, she proceeds to give the term "Flying Fuck" a literal meaning.

[Rape]

Cover art sources:
Thunderlane image
Spitfire image

Published 2014-09-19 23:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-09-19 23:00:02 UTC

Flying Fuck

Thunder Rider
By Game-BeatX14

Thunderlane sat in the chair across from Spitfire in her captain’s office. She held her usual intense slanted-eye glare, studying the stallion recruit wannabe with interest.

“Alright Thunderlane, you want to be in the Wonderbolts that bad, huh?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Well then, we’re gonna have to put you through a few challenges first to test your skills and endurance.”

“Sounds good to me. When can we start?”

“Right away. But first...”

She opened a drawer in the side of her desk and retrieved a form, sliding it across the flat surface to him along with a pen and hoof stamper.

“Sign this and stamp your hoof at the bottom. Just basic agreement to the tests, injury waiver, yadda yadda.”

Thunderlane took a minute to scan the page. It was indeed basic agreement policies like she had said; nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He snatched the pen in his mouth and signed the single page document without hesitation. Once his signature was filled in, he grabbed the stamper and read over the closing lines to the agreement.

All tests must be attempted at the time they are administered; refusing a test for any reason nullifies your continuing participation in the Wonderbolts training program. Please stamp “I agree” on the line to confirm you have read and fully accept the terms of this document.

He stamped his hoof on the line, and Spitfire smirked.

“Ok, looks like we’re set to go. Meet me at the cloud ring track for time trials in ten minutes.”

“Yes ma’am, you won’t be disappointed!”

Spitfire entered the locker room and approached Fleetfoot, who was waiting by the benches next to Misty, High Winds and Blaze.

“Did he sign?” Fleetfoot asked excitedly.

“Signed and stamped in full. That was too easy! We’ve got him by the balls and he can’t do a thing about it.”

“This is going to be interesting and all, but you did promise us something.”

“Yeah yeah, I’ve got it right here.”

Spitfire reached into her saddlebag and withdrew four small bags of bits, and handed one to each of them.

“So, when do we get to tie him up?” Asked Blaze.

“Soon, but not quite yet. Right now he’s waiting out by the cloud ring for some challenges. Once he looks worn down enough I’ll bring him back to my office and we can truss him up and get started on the fun stuff. It should make everything go a lot smoother if he’s not thrashing around.”

“Good idea.” Blaze responded.

“Besides... I like guys when they’re helpless.” She trailed off in a raunchy tone.

“Damn Spitty, you’re really going all out with this.”

“Yeah, well... Let’s just say I’ve waited a long time to try this, and I want it to be perfect.” She was starting to feel horny just thinking about what was to come.

“I feel sorry for the guy; wonder how he’ll react to it?” Misty mused.

Spitfire grinned.

“It’s guaranteed to leave him trembling... Just the way I like my stallions.”

Thunderlane waited eagerly on the starting cloud, carefully surveying the rigorous series of checkpoint rings in front of him. Large pillars and dozens of obstacles were scattered everywhere in a lengthy elliptical course. He was startled as Spitfire landed next to him with seemingly no warning.

“Okay rookie, here’s the deal. Your job is to fly ten full laps through these rings, and to truly test your skill, each lap has to be faster than the last by at least one second. Pacing and endurance is absolutely crucial here. If you do poorly, you’re done.”

Thunderlane gave her a vexed stare.

“Spitfire, this is a long course. That seems completely unreason-”

He was cut off as the fiery mare charged forward and shoved him off the cloud.

“Good luck! The timer starts now.” She yelled playfully, as though pushing other ponies off clouds was routine for her.

Thunderlane extended his wings and pulled into a dive, curling back up and getting in line with the first checkpoint rather quickly. He was angry at her total lack of respect for him, but simply decided to forget it and focus on the track ahead. Nothing was going to interfere with his chance at getting into the Wonderbolts. He refused to let it.

After thirty minutes, he was starting to get tired. It was only lap five, and he would need to stop soon and rest at this rate. He slowed his pace, trying to give his muscles a momentary respite.

Spitfire inched up and glided parallel next to him.

“Don’t tell me you’re ready to quit already?!”

“*Huff* Spitfire, I’m-”

She held out her leg in front of his face, wagging the hoofheld timer.

“You’re going to miss your time for the lap. Hurry up!”

By the time Thunderlane passed through the final hoop of the tenth lap, he felt like his wings were ready to fall off. He landed back on the starting cloud panting, and clutched his chest. His heart pounded away, sweat drenched his coat. Spitfire approached the exhausted stallion, appearing unimpressed.

“You missed your improvement goal the last two laps, slacker.”

Thunderlane huffed and puffed. “Are you for real?! That’s all you’re going to say?”

“Listen chump, everypony in the Wonderbolts today was required to pass this test with flying colors, and your performance was barely adequate. Lucky for you, the next test will provide a chance to redeem yourself. You still have to do the ground endurance run.”

“And I don’t even get a break?” He shot off irritably.

“What do think this is, little filly’s flight camp? Get with the program, or leave! It’s your choice. And don’t snap at me like that or I’ll make you run in lead boots!”

The next challenge was equally unforgiving as the first. He was required to run ten laps on a quarter mile track, and coming to a complete stop at any point was considered an instant forfeit. Several sets of hurdles were placed around the track, adding to the difficulty.

As he ran and cleared hurdle after hurdle, Thunderlane kept himself going by daydreaming about all the good things that would happen if he passed. He thought about how it would feel to put on a Wonderbolts uniform, to fly alongside the pegasi he had idolized for years. This mindless running was for a greater purpose. The burning in his legs from every leap was proof he could endure the physical stress of being a Wonderbolt.

But eventually, as weariness began to set in, he thought about Spitfire. He knew it was customary for her to be a hard-ass to new recruits, but it didn’t make him feel any better about the excessively strenuous tests and drill sergeant attitude. She was a total bitch with no regard for how he felt, not one ounce of compassion or modicum of encouragement ever came out of her mouth. It was disheartening, almost infuriating.

He stumbled and knocked over a hurdle, starting to get distracted.

“Get your head in the game, rookie!” Spitfire demanded from across the track.

Thunderlane decided to just suck it up and keep running until he finished. It wasn’t worth failing the test over.

As he trotted down the final stretch of the last lap, Spitfire was waiting for him at the end of the track. Thunderlane stopped in front of her, wincing from the burning pain in his legs.

“Follow me back to my office. I have one more test for you today.” She ordered.

Thunderlane fell over on the ground in defeat, completely drained of energy. “I can’t do this... Gah, just... fuck it. My legs feel like lead, agghhh...” He huffed, trying to catch his breath.

Spitfire paused, as though caught off guard by his remark.

“The next challenge won’t require much physical exertion on your part.” She replied tersely.

Thunderlane grumbled under his breath and trotted sluggishly after her. He had no idea how that could make any sense, a challenge without exertion, but there was no use in pondering when he would find out soon enough.

Once they were back in her office, the two sat down in their respective chairs. Thunderlane gulped down a bottle of water, trying to cool his parched throat. Spitfire waited until he was done drinking to speak.

“Are you feeling ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just, tired”

“Good. You’re ready for part three.”

Suddenly, Thunderlane noticed a shadow appear in front of him. Fleetfoot approached from behind, draping a rope loop over his head and tightening it around his body against the chair before he could react.

“Hey, what gives!?”

Blaze, High Winds and Misty all entered the room and trotted over next to Spitfire, staring at the stallion, who was starting to look disconcerted.

“I hope you’re prepared, Thundy.” Fleetfoot whispered into his ear.

Thunderlane’s expression quickly turned to befuddlement as he took in the victorious visage of the mares in front of him.

“Spitfire, what the hell is going on?”

“What, you mean you don’t already know? It was in your agreement form.” She opened a drawer and retrieved the document from earlier.

Spitfire smirked, held out the paper in front of his face and flipped the page around. His breath turned stone cold as he saw there was another paragraph on the back. He leaned forward and read:

As part of your entrance exam, you agree to take part in the classified Wonderbolts G-Force sky sex experiment. This entails: Use of bodily restriction, and advance sexual consent from the test administrator. Participation is mandatory. Any attempt to publicize this test will result in immediate termination of your contract and suspend your ability to re-enter the Wonderbolts training program indefinitely.

P.S: Have fun ;)

She slammed the paper onto the desk in front of him. Thunderlane leaned forward and read over it again, in disbelief that he had so carelessly overlooked such a strong statement.

“You consented to this in full. Go and cry to your mommy afterwards, she can’t do jack-shit about it.” Spitfire asserted.

Thunderlane’s jaw quivered in a mix of disbelief and anger.

“You can’t do this!”

“From a legal standpoint, I can do anything if you’ve given me signed permission. Damage control is a beautiful thing, my friend.”

“Spitfire, if this is some cruel, elaborate joke, then please stop... It isn’t funny.”

“It wasn’t my intention for this to be humorous.”

Thunderlane’s heart skipped a beat as Fleetfoot grabbed the head of the chair and dumped him over backwards on the floor.

“Agh!” He yelled as the back of his head slammed against the wood flooring.

The four Wonderbolt mares approached in a circle around him with thick bundles of rope, a rather unsettling grin plastering each of their faces. Thunderlane struggled with what little energy he had, but was tightly bound to the chair. He began sweating as Misty affixed one of the ropes to his front right hoof.

“Stay away from me!”

He squirmed, but being exhausted to the bone from the training session, he could hardly move his legs. Within a minute, all four of his limbs were bound in tight knots, and the four mares each held one rope tied securely around their waists.

Spitfire climbed over her desk, grinning devilishly at him. Thunderlane tried to wiggle backwards but couldn’t shift his weight enough. She reached him and quickly untied the rope holding him to the chair, rolled him off to the side and pinned him down with a firm hoof. She took a roll of duct tape and trussed his wings against his side, pressing against his neck to keep him from squirming. Finally she slipped a cloth muzzle over his face, preventing him from speaking.

“I’ve waited so long to try this, Thunder.”

Thunderlane lunged at Spitfire, but Blaze and High Winds yanked on the ropes attached to his legs, pulling them out from underneath and making him hit his chin on the floor. Any time Thunderlane tried to charge at one of his captors, the other three would yank their ends in unison. They began dragging him through the locker room and towards the exit door.

“Mmmmpppfff! Mffuummcckk!”

He tried to scream, but nothing came out but muffled cries and indistinguishable profanities. He grappled for any piece of furniture he could, something to hold on to, but their tugging on his individual limbs kept him from latching on to anything. His hooves slid across the floor as he futilely attempted to halt himself from being dragged further.

“Jeez, now I understand why you wanted to wear him down first. He’s a feisty one!”

“Feisty, but gullible. Ten laps around both courses without stopping and he actually did it! Can you believe that?”

He cursed under his breath for allowing himself to fall into her ploy so easily. Soon they reached the door and pulled him out onto the cloud, approaching the edge with a fervent stride.

“Alright girls, you know what to do. Jump!”

“Mffwfhat!?” Thunderlane yelped.

Fleetfoot and Misty dived off the cloud, with Blaze and High Winds following directly after. Thunderlane tried to anchor his hooves, but it proved impossible as his limbs were ripped from the cloud and his body dragged off after them in a free fall from their combined weight.

The four mares were lurched downwards as the dead weight of the stallion ran out of slack and came to a rough stop, snapping at the ropes around their waists. Gently, they spread apart, drifting in opposite directions of each other to raise him up and center in the middle of the formation.

Thunderlane’s body was under immense physical stress, and the thick ropes dug into his skin painfully. He craned his neck forward to see Spitfire, gliding towards him.

“Good job girls, now keep this formation steady!”

She increased her speed and closed the distance between them, hovering barely a foot in front of his exposed crotch.

“Mgah, fuuuu!” Thunderlane struggled against the rigid ropes, and could only watch in horror as Spitfire drew closer.

Spitfire tilted her body and rubbed her wing against his crotch, eliciting a slight raise from his cock. Eagerly, she lined up her body with his and grappled his front legs, letting her belly rest against his and wrapping her legs around his thighs.

“You ready, babe?!”

Spitfire thrusted her backside, grinding her slit against his cock as she held against him. Thunderlane felt himself stiffening, blood rushing to his cock. She knew it would be tricky to mount him in this position, but was confident it would be worth the struggle.

He was awestruck as she slowly arched her back, pushing her hooves into his shoulders for support against the blasting breeze as she painstakingly aligned her slit to his erect cock. Thunderlane tingled from her moist folds touching his flared tip, feeling the heat radiating from her loins. Spitfire tightened her legs around him, and thrusted backwards, taking his cock inside her with a quick plunge.

“Ohhhh, yes!” She gasped. He wasn’t the largest she had been with, but his package was adequate. Thunderlane moaned as she began pumping sharply, squeezing his throbbing shaft inside her moist, warm tunnel.

“You doin’ okay buddy?” She yelled over the roar of the wind.

Thunderlane could hardly breathe; the sensation of sex combined with the uncontrolled speed and ropes pulling at his limbs were too much to take in at once. The overpowering clench of her pussy made him shiver in his bindings. She looked into his dazed expression, noticing he was rather troubled.

“Aw, come on Thunder! Don’t quit on me now!”

Her thrusting continued; the speed and force of the movements increased. Thunderlane could feel an orgasm welling deep within, building slowly as she lustfully milked his shaft.

The pleasure skyrocketed as she began flapping her wings, bouncing up and down gently and swaying his body with hers in a rolling wave like motion. Spitfire basked in enjoyment of his cock pushing in and out, until the desire for more intensity took hold.

“Alright, *huff* time for some deep *guah* penetration! Three, two, one, drop!”

The Wonderbolts all closed their wings to their sides and spread out their limbs like snow angels, letting themselves fall. Thunderlane’s gut lurched as the group began plummeting, still being carried by forward momentum into a frightening descent.

“MMMMFFFFPPPPTTT!”

Thunderlane became glad for the muzzle because he was practically screaming like a foal; his insides felt like they were about to separate from the rest of him. The blood rushed to his head; all he could see was the sky above him and Spitfire’s elated expression, her mane blowing freely in the rushing wind.

Spitfire tightened her muscles, squeezing her thighs and preparing for the inevitable snapback.

“Now!” She screamed.

All four of them extended their wings and within seconds managed to stop the descent and pull themselves up into an upward climb. Spitfire slammed against his crotch from the sudden reversal, ramming his pelvis from the weight of her body being smashed against his. His dick pounded into her, a sharp pang of pleasure and pain slicing through her body. She held her legs around him as tightly as she could, trying not to fall over. The two rebounded like a trampoline net, bouncing several times before they leveled out again.

“Gah! Mmfucmk!” Thunderlane screeched.

The other mares returned to a steady drifting pace, getting back in the same formation.

“Oooooaaaaahhh...” Spitfire moaned, still recovering from the delightful feelings. She finally collected herself enough to speak.

“One *huff* more time, bolts, but this time don’t *ghuff* stop until we reach... oooaahhh... terminal *huff* velocity!”

As a last minute thought, Spitfire leaned over and removed Thunderlane’s muzzle, throwing it out into the wind. She sought the enjoyment of hearing him this time. His mouth hung open in surprise.

“Alright, girls, here we go!”

Thunderlane was hyperventilating. “No, fuck! Don’t!”

Spitfire ignored his plea and straightened her back, extending her hooves into the breeze. She stared down at the heaving stallion beneath her, the clouds around them, spending a moment to take it all in.

“Drop!”

The horrible feeling of his gut sinking returned. They fell faster and faster, until Thunderlane felt like he was going to pass out. Spitfire could feel the droplets of sweat being whisked off his body and pelting against her own.

“AAUUGGHHHH!”

Thunderlane screamed at the top of his lungs, he couldn’t take it anymore. Spitfire squeezed her thighs and held on for her life, gripping his cock inside her. Their bodies lurched again as the mares opened their wings and flung them into a tight reversal.

Thunderlane tremored as he orgasmed and the intense plunging of Spitfire’s body sucked it out of him. He spasmed in his restraints and grunted from the incredible tightness of her muscles. Spitfire released while he splurged inside her, flooding his crotch with warm juices and shaking. The fiery mare squeezed, taking in every drop he put out until his flaring dick stopped pumping. Fleetfoot could feel her rope twitching and vibrating from their combined orgasms, and smiled.

“Awww, that was sooooo... goooood!” Spitfire moaned loudly.

She leaned down and stared into his eyes for another moment, smirking at his expression which for a moment was pure elation, before he quickly returned to his unnerved state. He couldn’t utter a word.

“Alright girls, *huff* let’s land this rape plane!”

The ensemble finally slowed down, drifting to the side and approaching the nearest cloud below them. By the time they came to a floating stop, Thunderlane was exasperated. Spitfire pulled off of his dick, using his body as leverage. Misty and Fleetfoot dropped below him, turning him vertically as the group lowered him to the cloud. As his back hooves landed on the surface, Thunderlane collapsed forwards, dribbling excess cum on the ground in front of him.

His entire body trembled, sweat dripping from his mane. His heart felt like it was about to rupture in his chest. Thunderlane reeled over crying, tears streaming down his face from the mental and physical distress of it all as it came down on him at once.

Spitfire came closer and stared into his devastated yellow eyes, starting to feel a tinge of remorse tugging at her conscience. In a spontaneous attempt to comfort him, she leaned in and smooched him on the lips, making his pupils go wide in surprise. Thunerlane opened his mouth and let her tongue inside instinctually, moaning as their tongues intertwined. It felt strangely relaxing, albeit regretful. After a few moments she pulled away with a smile.

“You did amazing, Thunderlane. Excellent performance.”

Thunderlane panted and looked at her with wide eyes, not even sure how to respond. He was perplexed by her sudden change in attitude.

“Oh come on, be proud of yourself. Most stallions would have passed out or puked. With a tolerance like that I think you’d be perfect for the Wonderbolts.”

Thunderlane rolled his eyes. “Sure, thanks... I guess...” He droned.

“Hey, Thunder.”

“Don’t talk to me...”

“I’m sorry.”

Thunderlane perked up and beamed at her.

“What?”

Spitfire wrapped her hooves around his sweaty body and hugged him, nuzzling his cheek affectionately.

“Oh please. If I wasn’t still tied up I’d throw you over the edge of this damn cloud right now.” He growled coldly.

“So I guess it isn’t safe to untie you yet, huh.” She tapped a hoof on his chest mockingly.

Thunderlane sighed deeply in defeat, swallowing his bitter tone.

“Please just let me go...” He wheezed.

“Actually, I’m thinking the others would each enjoy a turn with you first. Am I right?”

“Yeah, let me give him a whirl!” Fleetfoot chimed.

Thunderlane’s face turned ghostly pale, and he fainted, slumping over face first into the cloud.

Spitfire grinned ear to ear, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Hey doofus, I was joking!”

He laid there motionless, showing no sign of response.

“Alright girls, just untie him. I think he’s had enough.”