What Happens In The Wonderbolts' Locker Room...

by Lucky424

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Random, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Thunderlane, Anthro, Soarin
Length: 2007

Curiosity killed the cat... but what about the stallion?

Thunderlane has a secret, one that only a few ponies know. What happens when he finds another pony with the same desires as him?

This has been circling my head for ages, and i needed to get it out. I regret nothing.
M/M,bondage(What else do you expect from me?)

Published 2015-02-12 21:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-02-12 21:10:02 UTC

...Stays In The Locker Room.

It had been a long day of training, and Thunderlane was looking forward to a steaming hot shower. As per usual, he waited for the other male trainee Wonderbolts to have theirs first, to ensure his little secret was kept safe. Only once the last stallion had left the locker room did Thunderlane strip from his cadet uniform and made his way to the shower block, towel over his shoulder and soap in hand.

As he stepped under the steaming downpour, his memories replayed the last training set, where his lifelong crush had shown up, their tight flight suit snug against their body. Just the sole image of them was enough to make Thunderlane go slightly hard, but he’d rather wait until he was back in his room before taking action, so shook his head clear and began to scrub the day’s grime from his body.

Ten minutes later he walked back towards his locker, taking out a thick brush and running it through his coat. As he did so, he noticed one of the larger, double doored lockers was open, yet there was nopony else in the room, or was there?

“Hello?” Getting no response, Thunderlane frowned as he walked to the unsecured locker, pushing one door shut to see who it belonged to.

CMDR SOARIN

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Feeling a shiver go down his back, Thunderlane pulled the doors wide open to see what the second in command of the Wonderbolts kept in his locker. He was very shocked to see a grey latex top, skirt, and matching stockings clearly on display. Not only that, but there were other items hanging next to it, items that Thunderlane didn’t know the purpose of.

But he did know all about latex, and after a quick check to ensure both the locker room and corridor was empty, he took the dress and stockings from where they hung and ran his hand over them. It had been some time since the stallion had had the pleasure of wearing the cool rubber, not since before he had split with his last partner… and he couldn’t resist the temptation.

Quickly drying off, Thunderlane grabbed one of the stockings and rolled it into a ball, and sitting on a bench placed his foot into it. He then slowly pulled it up his leg, ensuring that it remained perfectly flat against his limb, smoothing out any raised portions. Once it was snug around the top of his thigh, and making a small muffin top, he got the other one and put it on.

After that came the skirt, which he easily slipped up his legs to his waist, then grabbed the top. Lifting it over his head, he put his arms in and began to pull it down, until he tucked it into the waistband of the skirt. The holes for his wings were a little tight, but after some reaching around to his back and struggling for a few moments, he managed to get them out and free. He then buckled the attached collar around his neck and slipped his arms into the sleeves, pushing forward so his hands were out when he noticed there were no holes for him to do so.

“What? What kind of top is this?”

“One you shouldn’t be playing with.” Before Thunderlane could turn to see who had addressed him, a much stronger pony reached around from behind and grabbed his arms. On the front of the top was a black latex loop, which the other pony forced Thunderlane’s arms through. Thunderlane looked down as he felt the sleeves around his wrists tightening, his eyes going wide as he saw he couldn’t get his hands free. “Now then, what to do with you?”

Thunderlane was spun around in place, coming face to face with Soarin himself. The other stallion was also dressed in latex, but his was simply a tank top and long gloves; his pants were just normal slacks. Knowing he had no excuse, Thunderlane tried to pull his arms from the front strap, but Soarin jumped behind him once more, using a longer strap around his back to secure his wrists.

“You shouldn’t play with other’s toys without permission,” Soarin said as he turned to his locker, pulling one of the items Thunderlane wasn’t sure about its purpose. It was a red ball with several straps coming from it, Soarin turning with a smile to look at Thunderlane. “We can’t have you making a lot of noise now, can we?”

As soon as he realised what the item was for, Thunderlane clamped his mouth shut, shaking his head. Soarin just rolled his eyes, pulling Thunderlane closer against him and pressing their lips together. After a moment of initial resistance, Thunderlane gave in and parted his lips, allowing Soarin’s tongue entry and allowing the stallion dominance of his mouth.

When Soarin finally pulled away, he left Thunderlane panting for breath, and he used the opportunity to slip the gag into his mouth, ignoring the muffled protests as he buckled it tight behind Thunderlane’s head. Thunderlane wasn’t sure what the other straps were for until Soarin buckled them up as well, which left Thunderlane without the ability to open his mouth even a little.

Stepping away, Soarin watched with a smirk as Thunderlane struggled to get free, muffled grunts of annoyance filling the room. After several minutes, Thunderlane finally gave in and gave Soarin a pleading look, making the Wonderbolt chuckle.

“Oh no, you wanted to play, so let’s play. Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you look at me.” Soarin reached up and gently stroked Thunderlane’s cheek. “It’s hard, isn’t it? Living with it in a world where mares outnumber stallions. Most think that we are depraved, that we should do our duty for our species instead of fooling around. But what about our own happiness? And what about you, Thunderlane? Do you give in to your desires, or do you conform?”

Thunderlane took a moment to process just what Soarin had said to him, and once his brain had registered the question, pressed his chest to the other stallion and began to grind his body against him. With another chuckle Soring kissed the tip of Thunderlane’s muzzle, then looked to his locker.

“We’re not ready yet. You were a naughty colt, going through my things.” Soarin pulled out two long sleeves of latex and motioned for Thunderlane to turn around, the stallion doing so willingly. He felt one of the sleeves placed over his wing’s main joint, which was then folded up so the sleeve could be fastened around it, buckles on the outside and tightened so that Thunderlane couldn’t even twitch his wing, Soarin giving the same treatment to the other. “There we go. Now let’s get a feel of my own little sissy-colt.”

Thunderlane closed his eyes and let out a small moan as he felt Soarin’s hands running over his body, pressing down firmly in some places and squeezing in others. The attention increased blood flow to his crotch, and he was quickly pitching a tent with the skirt, something Soarin noticed right away.

“Oh now, look what we have here.” Soarin pulled the skirt back to reveal Thunderlane’s rock hard member. He grabbed the stiff shaft, sliding his hand up and down it. “What’s this? Cock studs? Oh, I bet they feel nice going in and out… wait, where are my manners? I’ve felt yours…”

Thunderlane heard a zip being undone, looking back over his shoulder to see Soarin stepping out from his slacks, revealing the stallion’s own stiff dick. Coming up behind Thunderlane, Soarin pushed his cock between Thunderlane’s thighs, rubbing it against his balls and making the bound stallion moan.

“Oh, so you enjoy it then?” Soarin asked as he began to move faster, leaning over Thunderlane’s shoulder so he could lick his cheek. Pulling back a little, Soarin whispered into Thunderlane’s ear, “I like going in mostly dry, now down on the bench.”

Thunderlane nodded did as instructed, kneeling on the floor and leaning forward, spreading his legs a little, whilst Soarin turned back to his locker and grabbed a bottle of clear liquid, squeezing some onto his hand and then coating the tip and top half of his shaft with it. Soarin then faced the bound stallion, settling his weight on Thunderlane’s back and slipped his shaft between the grey furred ass cheeks. Thunderlane grunted when he felt Soarin pressing against his back door, spreading his legs wider to entice Soarin in.

The act worked, Soarin pushing his tip in whilst Thunderlane dug his teeth into the rubber ball in his mouth. Soarin pushed in further, going so deep that he managed to get his entire length into Thunderlane’s ass. Then he placed his hands on Thunderlane’s shoulders.

“I hope you’re ready to be ridden, sissy-colt.” Soarin didn’t bother easing into it, instead slamming in hard and strong whilst drawing back slow and gently. With each ingress he made, the bench shook under Thunderlane, and if it wasn’t for the fact it was nailed down, it would be moving around the floor.

With the stamina that came from being the Wonderbolt’s star stallion, Soarin could keep going for hours, but he knew he couldn’t be gone for too long or the others would come looking for him. Feeling Thunderlane loosen up around him a little, he decreased the time between thrusts, whilst also increasing the strength.

It didn’t take him long to reach his peak, hilting deep within Thunderlane as his cock twitched and pulsed, firing spurt after spurt of cum into the cadet’s ass. Once he was spent, Soarin pulled out and stepped back, chuckling as his seed was leaking from Thunderlane’s asshole and down his thighs.

“Such a good sissy-colt. I think I’ll keep you.” Helping Thunderlane stand, Soarin guided the bound stallion to his locker, where he revealed a seat with a rather large plug on it. “This is actually modelled after me, so I know you can take it. Go on, sit down.” Seeing the worried look of trepidation on Thunderlane's face, Soarin stroked his cheek then kicked a portion of the locker door, a shrill alarm sound from Soarin's belt. "If you want out, just hit that button. I'll be along within five minutes to set you free."

Now knowing that there was a safe escape should he chose it, and although he secretly would have done so willingly, Thunderlane gave a nod and allowed Soarin to position him, the Wonderbolt star gently pushing him down until the hard shaft was deep within him. Soarin then used a few straps on the seat to secure Thunderlane to it. Afterwards, he picked up two different coloured metallic rings and slipped them over Thunderlane’s still hard member.

“I see you didn’t finish. I might let you in the morning.” Soarin pressed three buttons inside his locker, two of which corresponded to one of the rings, which each began to hum quietly as if they were building up a charge. “Don’t worry about getting thirsty, that gag is magic. Just suck hard enough and you’ll get some water. For now, I must get some sleep. See you in the morning, sweetie.”

With that, Soarin closed his locker on Thunderlane, leaving him in complete darkness except for the minute shafts of light through the minuscule gaps in the side of the locker and a square outline of where his safety device was located. He lifted his foot and reached out, happy with his test that he could reach it with no problems. A moment later the two rings activated fully. One vibrated strongly around the base of his dick, along with the plug in his ass, and he felt himself nearing oragsm as the pressure in his shaft began to head towards the tip…

...where the second ring waited, glowing orange and keeping him from his release. It was going to be a long night.

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