“I swear to the fucking gods I will beat that bitch,” Lightning Dust whispered to herself as she walked angrily away from her latest race with resident mega-athlete Rainbow Dash. Naturally she’d been soundly trounced, Dash had always been the fastest girl in all of Canterlot High, and despite all attempts to beat her Lightning had never succeeded. “She has to cheat, I don’t know how you cheat in a sprint, but she has to be cheating!” Lightning spat, kicking the nearest piece of rubbage to her in her rage.

As she’d made a habit of, Lightning walked about the town, venting her anger on any piece of paper or empty can that dare cross her path. She was sweaty, sore, and miserable. This potent combination put her in a trance, focusing only on her own anger and growing lack of confidence. Her mind replayed every match she’d ever had with Dash, in every sport they’d ever competed in. Every permutation of defeat compiling her own self loathing, every step hammering in a mental image of Dash getting better than her, succeeding more than her.

“FUCK!” Lightning screamed, slamming her hand into a tree in her pure unbridled rage, moments later her hand lit up with pain. “Awesome I lose to Dash today, I get angry and then I break my FUCKING HAND!” she yelled down to the bleeding appendage. Her eyes snapped up as she realized she’d walked an incredibly long distance, and now found herself in a neighborhood she’s honestly never seen. “Awesome and now I’m lost, what a wonderful day,” Lightning whispered through gritted teeth, praying her sarcasm might poison the tree that had so offended her hand.

“Well at least some rude person didn’t wake you up from a nice, post taco, nap!” a voice came from behind Lightning Dust, causing her to jump at the sudden, angry voice behind her. Lightning turned to meet the person that would even consider screwing with her at the peak of her rage. There, standing before her was a light blue skinned woman, clad in a short leather skirt, and V neck top, exposing her fair cleavage. Her unnatural hair sat behind her in an impossible ponytail, and if Dust were being honest with herself she was a fairly attractive young woman.

“Blow me lady, I’m having a shitty day,” Lightning retorted, shaking the sting out of her hand. She was happy that there was still movement in the thing, and she might yet be able to channel her rage physically on the bitch that had seen fit to disturb her.

“And that’s a great reason to go around punching trees?” the blue skinned woman asked, the indignance in her voice rising to anger. Lightning had to admire a woman ballsy enough to not just shut up and walk away.

“Oh?” Lightning pushed her full chest into the strange woman, forcing her back into the tree. “Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?” Lightning whispered dangerously, bringing her face close to the unblinking visage of her new punching bag. As much as she had to respect someone that didn’t back down, there was no way in hell her frustration was going to allow her to just shrug it off.

“My name’s Sonata Dusk, and if you don’t get out of my face you’re gonna be sorry~” Sonata said with a singsong lilt in her voice, smiling devilishly at her aggressor.

Lightning smiled, she actually wanted to thank the woman for offering herself up as a petty assault instead of the tree. “Fine,” Dust spat, backing away, and in a single fluid move slamming her fist into the blue woman’s chest. She smiled as she felt the satisfying collapse of flesh on flesh, knowing it all too well from the numerous scraps that she’d been in with the bitches that decided to insult her.

Sonata didn’t move, she didn’t groan or curse despite the pain shooting into her abdomen. Instead she just stood smiling, absorbing the faint green energy that was pouring off the angry woman. “Well this wasn’t my ideal way to finish my tacos, but I suppose you’ll do for dessert,” Sonata whispered, her voice layered with a strange, almost watery tone. Lightning realized immediately she’d fucked up, no one just takes a gut shot and has no reaction, and no one floats slightly off the ground either.

“What the fu-” Lightning attempted as she felt her limbs grow heavy. It took moments for her legs to give out, for the light to fade around her. Her last thought before consciousness left her was “Fucking all Rainbow's fault.”
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A splash, cold, and a sputtering cough woke Lightning. Twisting her head about she made a few discoveries. One she was now soaked in water, likely poured from the blue haired woman standing just at her left. Two she was bound, her arms and legs spread eagle bound to the table she was so unceremoniously dumped on. Finally she was naked, her toned athletic body fully exposed to the world, her nipples now hardening in the presence of the cold.

“Patient is now awake, appears to have a severe case of bitchitus,” Sonata noted on a clipboard, her blue crayon scribbling away.

“Wha dah phu-” Lightning attempted, realizing that her jaw was impeded by a stiff leather ring, rendering her nearly unable to speak. Sweat pooled at her brow as more and more came into her view. The blue haired woman was now clad in some kind of nurses outfit that was clearly not meant for anything professional. The skirt was cut far above her knees, and her top nearly exploded with her cleavage. The large purple toy protruding from the skirt inspired no confidence in what was to come.

“Patient is having trouble communicating, treatment begins now,” Sonata noted, placing the clipboard down, and consulting a number of instruments on a metal table beside her. Lightning paled at the assortment, a few whips, a jar of ice, a series of clips and chains, and all manner of devices she’d only seen in particularly kinky pornographies during her late night adventures on the net.

“N- Nuh,” Lightning gasped as the blue woman picked up a strange looking wand. With the click of a button the wand lit up, revealing harsh electrical sparks contained in a piece of this glass. Lightning screamed and twisted best she could against her restraints as her captor approached, all in vain.

“Just say Banana if it hurt too much,” Sonata whispered cheerily, as she drew the electrical device down Lightning’s chest. Her body lit up, fiery spark causing her to jolt as the current traveled all through her.

“Guhng-” Lightning groaned as her muscles contorted from the sparking stick. Screaming was impossible, and as the relief of the stick being pulled away came Lightning found her breath in ragged gasps. Soft caress nursed away the slight burn, but Lightning could only angrily thrash at the silky touch of her captor.

“Oh dear, patient is still quite angry, clearly needs more stimulation,” Sonata noted, running back to the table, and returning with a twin set of clips, and the same angry electrical staff. Lightning’s eyes lit with fear as Sonata lowered the clips to her pert, waiting nipples. Her body lit again with pain, the clips were tight around her nipples, and the piece of chain that connected them lay cool on her abdomen now.

“Nugh, ungh-” Sonata tapped the chain with the wand, jolting current to her nipples. Lightning couldn’t finish her unintelligible babble as the sensation tore through her body. Pain and pleasure now setting her on fire, her legs growing moist with arousal despite her discontent with the entire situation. Tears streamed down her face as the confusing sensation left her hips squirming on the table.

“Is the patient feeling a bit more agreeable?” the outrageously sexy nurse whispered huskily in her ear, now moving the glowing wand from the chain. Lightning did her best to look angry, attempting to yell curses at the now retreating woman. “Ah, we still need to loosen you up then,” Sonata cooed, grabbing a large metal device, and a clear bottle.

“Guh?! Nguh Phnuf!” Lightning pleaded, knowing well the shape of a butt plug from the browser history she so often deleted. Sonata smiled with utter evil and nodded, coating a gloved finger with the clear fluid. Lightning closed her eyes as the cool invasive feeling of her anus being probed washed over her body. She squirmed against the alien feeling silently pleading that the plug wasn’t next.

Then immense cold forced her eyes open, cold that was assaulting her warm moist pussy. Lightning let out an inhuman groan as a piece of ice was slowly pushed into her waiting folds. It hurt, then it felt marvelous, and then it hurt again. Her body was in a typhoon of sensations, her mind reduced to reacting to the intense cocktail of pleasure and pain. Then things got even colder.

“Oooh you’re responding nicely to this,” Sonata chirped, as she began the slow process of pushing the wide plug into her victim’s anus. Lightning was moaning all manner of sounds as the intense, near frozen, metal plug made the journey inside of her. The feeling of warm fullness mixed with icy cold left her shaking her head. Internally she denied enjoying the feeling, but her body betrayed her as her moist pussy grew even wetter. Gurgling in muted ecstasy Lightning felt her hips lower, deepening the plug inside her, until with a final squeal she took the entire thing.

Sonata clapped and stood to full height above the teary eyed woman. “If you promise to say only nice things, and not be a big meany, I’ll take the gag out,” Sonata offered, giving her a sympathetic look.

Now Lightning was a fierce woman, she’d normally have fought tooth and nail for her honor, but she was also a smart woman. She was trapped, and the whips on the table looked very menacing, as did the few sharp instrument that lay close by. Nodding in agreement Lightning closed her eyes, waiting for the release of the device.

Suddenly her mouth was full, a fierce rubbery taste and unpleasant sensation of choking assaulted her. Lightning’s eyes snapped open to the image of her captor atop her, now forcing the protrusion under her skirt through the gag. Lightning sweat as the smiling face of Sonata Dusk graced her with a wink. “Do it right and I’ll make this soooo nice for you,” Sonata chirped, gently thrusting her hips.

Lightning felt humiliated, her body defeated, her mind foggy with unnatural desire, and now she was sucking on a stiff rubber cock. She simply nodded, closing her eyes as she licked to the best of her ability. Through a number of thrusts Lightning found a groove she’d used occasionally on the occasional handsome jock behind the bleachers.

Then in one move Sonata popped the dong from Lightning’s mouth, and unfastened the gag. “There, how’s your day now? Better without the gag right,” Sonata asked cheerily.

“Y-yes, please, please just don’t hurt me,” Lightning begged, her jaw sore from the experience, but her mind still burdened by the sharp looking objects on the table.

Sonata looked quizzical but smiled regardless, “Only if you’re bad silly,” she said with a smile, sliding down the athletic body of her prey. “Now I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to thank me, because you’re a happy, naughty little slut aren’t you?” Sonata asked huskily, her hips now even with Lightning’s, the floppy rubber member rubbing at the soaked entrance of her folds.

“Y-yes I’ll be good,” Lightning whispered softly turning from Sonata.

A smack brought her face back into Sonata’s view, “The right answer is, ‘Yes Miss Dusk, I’m a naughty slut and I want you to fuck me’,” Sonata said, giving her a fierce look.

Lightning drew in a breath to protest, but her eye caught the glint of a spiky metal wheel on the table. “Y-yes miss Dusk, please f-fuck me li-like a the naughty slut I am,” Lightning stuttered, not daring to break eye contact.

“Good girl,” Sonata whispered, thrusting suddenly and plunging the entire shaft of her fake cock deep within Lightning’s aching pussy. Lightning gasped at the sudden fullness, but had no time to catch her breath as Sonata began positively pounding her poor pussy.

“Gah, ah fffuck!” Lightning gasped as the wonderful pleasure of being filled, combined with the warming butt plug filled her mind. She was bound, helpless to the ministrations of this sadistic woman. As she looked into the cheery eyes of her captor she felt small, helpless, and… “So hot, ahh,” Lightning groaned, thrusting back at Sonata.

“Mmm yes,” Sonata moaned, enjoying the sight of her captive slowly turning over to her lust. With an evil grin she picked up her wand, and lowered it between their thrusting hips.

Lightning’s eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen, but nothing prepared her for the feeling. “AH, ah fffffuck,” Lightning groaned as her building climax spiked between pleasure and pain. The electricity made her aching core tighten every time it made contact. She was so close, but the pain kept bliss just out of reach.

“Say ‘please let me cum’ and maybe I’ll help,” Sonata sang, sweat forming on her brow with the effort of slamming her would be lover.

“Please puh-pleaseletmecumMmissDusk!” Lightning cried, now only focused on the impending climax. Sonata smiled, clicking the wand off, and instead gently massaged Lightning’s swollen clit with the tip. It took moments for the flood of pleasure to break the proverbial dam.

Lighting groaned loudly as the climax struck, every orifice in her tightening, the plug feeling all the larger, the cock now trapped in her pulsing orgasm. “Oh, fuck oh thank you S, ah Miss Dusk,” Lightning gasped, shivering as the climax slowly came to an end.

“You’re welcome silly,” Sonata whispered popping a kiss on her head as she pulled out from Lightning’s tight folds. “Patient seems better, but will need more treatments in the coming weeks,” Sonata noted writing down more on the clipboard as she took off her uniform. Lightning simply lay on the table, considering how bad a day could get before it got better.

Sonata moved to her side, and undid the straps holding her in place, removing the plug, and nipple clamps as she went. Lightning shivered as she groggily looked to her captor. “So, you do some weird magic, abduct me, fuck me, and that’s it?” Lightning asked, not yet willing to move.

“Well we could snuggle, maybe go out for coffee and actually talk about why you were hitting my tree friends, but otherwise yes,” Sonata said simply patting Lightning’s head.

Lightning considered everything, and nodded, “I… Ya know what? Sure, my day went from bad to worse to fucking amazing, I’ll take that coffee,” Lightning said with a shrug.

“Oh good, I had to kill the last one, she threatened to tell on me!” Sonata said in a distraught tone. Lightning balked looking over to the table of instruments, seeing only a few very exotic sex toys. On looking back to Sonata she realized the shit eating grin meant she’d been had. “Gotcha!” Sonata said with a wink handing Lightning a slip of paper.

“You… Really? Three times weekly till I stop being a butt?” Lightning read the blue crayon scribbles to a smiling Sonata.

“Yup, you need to brighten up, not try to punch strange people, you could get hurt!” Sonata exclaimed with concern, as she slid her now nude body over Lightning’s, pushing her back onto the table.

“You don’t even know my name, you practically rape me, and now I agree to all this? What the hell is wrong with me, with you?!” Lightning exclaimed as her would be lover began to slide her crotch closer to her head.

“Well, what’s your name?” Sonata asked, pausing her movements for a moment.

“Lightning Dust.”

“Well Lightning Dust, here's what’s wrong with me, I want to cum now, and here's what’s wrong with you, you’re talking, soooo….” Sonata continued moving to her lover’s mouth. Lightning sighed, and moved to assist Miss Dusk.

“Well, better getting fucked this way than in a race,” Lighting thought as Sonata began moaning her name, her tongue exploring well the warm folds of her new lover.
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Lightning Dust sighed sipping her coffee, and enjoying the slow sunset of a midsummer Friday evening. Her stress was virtually gone, her body now gloriously sore from the kinky afternoon she’d had. “Babe I had my doubts at first, but that was some of the hottest sex I’ve had, period,” Lightning said, taking a cookie from the plate Sonata had placed in front of her.

“Toldja you’d like it silly,” Sonata replied, leaning in to give her athletic lover a kiss. Lightning loved it when a partner was willing to get different. From Trixie’s love of introducing a guy into their sessions to those times when Big Mac asked for her to “knock on his back barn door”, she was always up for something new.

“Eh it was still a little weird, but I gotta say once I really got into character it was hot… I kinda feel bad about that,” Lightning admitted looking into her reflection in the dark curl of hazelnut goodness. Sonata lifted her chin, looking into her eyes with a genuine smile.

“It’s touchy stuff Dusty, but it’s all a private game between us. As long as we have a good safe word and an agreement then it’s just kinky roleplay,” Sonata explained for the third time that day, albeit the first time outside of texts. Lightning looked into the deep eyes of her occasional paramour and smiled.

“Ok, just don’t tell me you killed somebody next time!” Lightning said with a little chuckle as she leaned into her lover. Then something struck her with immense suddenness and she found herself looking up to Sonata’s neck. “How did you do weird magic again? I thought that all went away?” Lightning asked carefully, not able to see the old red gem the Siren had worn during the battle of the bands.

Sonata smiled and winked, “Can’t tell ya all my secrets Dusty,” Sonata whispered planting a kiss on her head. Lightning just sighed, shaking her head, and sipping her coffee.

“So Sona, when are you going to let all of us play with your new friend?” A velvety deep voice came from behind the two women.

“Yeah, it’d be nice to break in some fresh meat,” a more monotone voice followed, causing Lightning to gulp audibly.

“I suppose she could go for round two, right Dusty?” Sonata asked happily.

“Oh fuck me.”

“As you wish…”

Author's Note

Well folks there it is. A touch different from my flagship fic, but I'm always looking for something fun to write. This was done in a little more than an hour, and with editing I'm actually impressed it turned out as well as it did. Tell me whatcha think below!