Lightning Dust's Punishment
Lightning Dust was no coward. She may have been demoted from team leader, her pride wounded and reputation ruined, but she marched toward the courtyard, one stoic step at a time. Sure, she could have just flown away from it all and skipped this whole "stripping of rank," ceremony Spitfire wanted to go through. What could they really do about it? But running away was a cowardly move. Something that spineless Rainbow Dash would have done.
A curious mixture of anxiety and anger pumped through her veins. She'd show them. She was the best damn flier in this whole place, and everypony knew it. She was born to be a Wonderbolt. The skinsuit fit her like a glove, hugging her supple body perfectly. Once this whole thing was over, she'd be back on top, where she belonged, in no time.
It was a good day outside, bright and sunny like many in Cloudsdale. As she headed out, Lightning could see her peers lined up on the turf, standing at attention beside Spitfire, Soarin, and a few other Wonderbolts, all dressed in their gleaming suits. The senior staff were getting involved? She didn't think being stripped of some dumb team leader position in training was such a big deal. She thought about them all staring at her, their eyes poring over her, mocking her silently, and she hesitated. But with a gulp, she stepped out into the open.
"Lightning Dust, come forward," Spitfire ordered. Her feet moved one after the other, steady as she could manage. She saw buckets lined up by the cadets' feet, but from this distance, and it looked like they were filled with balloons. Odd, but she didn't have a chance to wonder about it further. She strode up to Spitfire, who barked, "Wonderbolts!" bringing the assembly to a snappy salute.
Spitfire paced a little, a heavy silence settling in. The tension in the air made Lightning Dust extremely uncomfortable. She could only imagine what everyone here was thinking. As her eyes darted, they caught sight of Rainbow Dash, standing next to Thunderlane, saluting with the rest of them. She was still wearing that accursed team leader badge too. Just the sight of it made Lightning Dust want to ball her fists. But she held her salute, keeping her cool. Just a little while longer, and then this would be over.
"Cadet Lightning Dust," Spitfire addressed her finally. "You are here because you have disgraced yourself and the name Wonderbolt with your reckless actions during training. You are to formally be stripped of rank in the old tradition started by Commander Easyglider himself."
"Oh, shut up already you hag," Lightning Dust thought to herself. How long was this going to take, anyway? And why were the real Wonderbolts playing out here with the cadets? Didn't they have better things to do?
"Take off your suit," Spitfire ordered suddenly. Lightning's legs locked, and she could feel a heat rush to her face. They were told not to wear anything under their suits. They were so tight that a bra or panties would show lines underneath, with the exception of stallions and their cups. Spitfire couldn't be serious. But the order came again. "Take off your suit, cadet!" Spitfire wasn't playing around.
Lightning Dust's hands trembled. This was a joke, right? They wouldn't make her strip naked in front of everyone as a punishment, right? That had to be against the rules somewhere! With her body frozen, Spitfire walked right up into her face. "You are being stripped of rank, Cadet. What did you think the 'stripping' part meant?" Before Lightning Dust could even answer, Spitfire's fingers snapped to the zipper at the top of her neck and yanked down. A breath escaped from Lightning Dust as the skinsuit released its tight grip on her body, a blue swath of her body exposed from collar to belly button, with plenty of cleavage showing. Her arms immediately flew up to guard her breasts.
"Stay in line, Cadet!" Spitfire shouted, and Lightning Dust returned to her salute. She knew she was showing a lot of sideboob at the moment. Even as a thin, fit flier, she had always had a huge rack. More than once she overheard some of the other cadets talking about her tits in hushed voices in the barracks. She hadn't minded them looking before; it was just another kind of power she had. But this was taking it too far.
Still, Spitfire's hands continued to slip under the rubbery plastic, sliding the garment off her shoulders, freeing her arms, and eventually removing it from her torso. Lightning Dust's eyes couldn't bear to look forward anymore, instead moving to the sky, as if avoiding the faces of her peers meant they weren't staring at her breasts, her nipples already perking up in response to the breeze across them. But it wasn't over yet. The suit fell away from her hips and legs, and after Spitfire made her step out of it, her smooth mare lips were exposed to the open air. She could feel the weight of their gazes on her genitals, and even if she wasn't looking at them, she could practically see the stallions struggling to keep their tongues in their heads.
"Cadet, you are naked now, shameful before your peers," Spitfire began again. "But stripped and naked as you are, you are still a Wonderbolt, and with determination, skill, and humility, you may yet continue to fly as a Wonderbolt. Will you do whatever it takes to continue on this path?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Lightning Dust managed to reply, but only past a knot in her throat. 'Whatever it takes' could mean a lot of different things, and she feared for what punishment Spitfire had in mind. Wasn't this bad enough?
"Then let's proceed. The boys here have been working awful hard the last few days to prepare for this ceremony. Wonderbolts, are you ready?" she asked them.
"Yes, ma'am!" they answered in chorus. Each had picked up a balloon out of the bucket and was hefting in in their hand. They were going to throw water balloons at her. As much as Lightning Dust didn't want that to happen, she wanted to roll her eyes. They should at least have given her a t-shirt to wear. As if the stallions weren't already drooling over her body, now they were going to get her all wet. She hoped they took pictures after this. The boys would probably whine without something to jack off to later. The thought may have been sarcastic, but the possibility filled Lightning Dust with dread.
"Fire at will!" Spitfire ordered.
Thunderlane was the first to throw his balloon. She was barely fifteen feet away, so it wasn't like he could miss. As the fit, coal-black stallion reeled up for the toss, Lightning Dust shut her eyes, bracing for the impact.
It hit with force, but softly, like in a pillow fight, square on the chest. She felt the rubber for a moment before it burst open. Lightning Dust braced for the cold, but she didn't feel the shock of icy water on her body. Instead, as the pop sounded, she felt a splash of something warmer, thicker, gooier. Syrup? Lightning Dust opened her eyes and looked down.
Her breasts were spattered in a creamy, off-white fluid. Immediately she knew what it was, and she was too shocked to even yelp. It was cum! The balloons were filled with cum!
A loud cheer rang out from the lined up Bolts as they looked at the rivulets of fluid dripping down her body, over her tits and racing down her belly. Spitfire had ordered this? With all those balloons, the stallions must have been collecting for days to get all this! How had she not known? Just the thought of the newbie cadets, lined up on their bunks, eagerly jerking off, shoving their dicks into the necks of the balloons as they thought about where it would all end up made her skin crawl and her face flush with fire. No wonder they had been staring and whispering more the past few days.
But now that the first blow had been dealt, the next came in rapid succession. She saw Rainbow Dash, Cloud Chaser, Bulk Biceps, even her heroes like Soarin and Wave Chill winding up with their cum balloons, the stallions with definite bulges in their suits. Lightning Dust snapped her eyes shut again, but she yelped when the barrage came. She could feel the rubbery skins against her body in split-seconds, each one a tight impact before the burst, and then the warm splatter all over her. Each balloon wasn't too heavy, so she was able to physically withstand the throwing squad, but they struck her all over, each elastic pop on her skin covering her chest, belly, face, arms, and legs with sticky, warm cum. It seemed to soak into everything, dripping down her eyes and nose into her mouth, making her reel at the sudden salty, bitter taste, and her breasts and thighs were slick with semen as well, the heady smell wafting up to her. She doubted any amount of showering would ever remove the stain of it all from her, and she'd never get it out of her mane. Yet even through closed eyes, she heard the laughter and cheering of the cadets and senior Wonderbolts alike, her body burning. Even if she did continue as a Wonderbolt, she would never live this down. They'd call her 'Cum Dumpster' or such names for the rest of her life. Despite her embarrassment, bringing her to the verge of tears, however, the assault continued. Strike after strike rained down on her exposed body, splash after splash of cum coated every dry inch of her, and the laughs, cheers, and jokes continued.
After what seemed like an eternity, Lightning Dust heard Soarin say, "That was the last balloon ma'am."
Finally! Lightning Dust's legs tensed to run to the showers where maybe she could be alone once Spitfire released her, but the leader continued to pace before Lightning's cum-soaked vision, a nasty grin on her face. "Well done, gentlecolts. Lightning Dust!"
"Yes ma'am!" her voice squeaked out, the knot in her throat larger than ever.
"That was a lot of cum, wasn't it, Cadet?"
Was she really going to force her to answer some inane questions, just to further embarrass her? Lightning Dust didn't care anymore, just wanting to do anything that would get her away from here. "Yes, ma'am."
"Like I said, took those boys days to collect it all. They worked long and hard so that a worthless cadet like you could learn your lesson. What do you say to them, Cadet?"
Lightning Dust gulped. "Thank you, sirs." Celestia, how her cheeks burned!
"Oh, come on, Cadet. Surely you can give these boys a better 'thank you' than that," Spitfire pressed.
Words froze in Lightning Dust's throat, trying to think of whatever it was Spitfire wanted her to say. "Thank you very much, boys," she said, trying to leave the question out of her voice. The confusion only made things worse.
"Now, cadet Lightning Dust, is this not a fine group of hearty young stallions?"
"...Yes ma'am." She had no idea where Spitfire was going with this.
"Are you not a mare?"
"...Yes ma'am." She wasn't going there, was she?
"Can't you think of a better way for a mare to say 'thank you' to a group of virile studs like these fine boys here?"
Lightning Dust's limbs locked. Her lips trembled. She looked at the row of cadets and Wonderbolts, all of them grinning, many of the stallions groping at the lewd, eager bulges straining in their suits. Spitfire was absolutely serious. Yet Lightning Dust was fresh out of words. She couldn't even move.
"Go on," Spitfire prompted.
It would be so much easier if Spitfire just commanded her. But instead, the group waited for Lightning Dust to move. She knew what she had to do, but she could feel real tears welling up in her eyes at the thought, hot tears of pure humiliation. She knew what everyone was waiting for, and she knew they wouldn't stop until they got it. At least she wasn't in heat.
Lightning Dust turned around, bent over slowly, exposing her cum-soaked ass to the line. When her back was level with the ground, her tits hanging in the air, she spread her legs and lifted her tail, offering up her tight, ripe pussy for all to see.
"And what do we say?" Spitfire urged her.
Lightning Dust took a deep, shuddering breath. "He... help y-yourselves... boys."
Spitfire chuckled a little bit. "You heard her boys! When I call your name, step up to cadet Lightning Dust here to get your hard-earned reward. Senior bolts first. Soarin! Wave Chill. You're up!"
Lightning Dust could hear the zippers being undone before they even came into her vision. Soarin was in front of her, a stallion she had only dreamed about in her private fantasies, before her in the flesh for her eyes to take in. He was more of a stud than her imagination could have guessed. He had shed his suit to reveal a broad, hairy chest that she could never have guessed at, chiseled and sculpted to perfection. Her eyes followed his dark blue treasure trail down to the rod that was waving in front of her, terribly long and thick, crowned by a pair of fat, hanging balls. Lightning Dust didn't have much experience with stallions, but she knew enough to know when a guy was hung, and Soarin surpassed all expectations.
"You should see her face," he said to Wave Chill. She turned her head to see him, thinner and more lean, but none the less impressive, the flow of his muscles from shoulders to abs to hips all seamless, smooth and perfect, punctuated by another great cock.
"The cadet bitches always look like that," Wave Chill answered as he stepped up behind her. She yelped as he placed a hand between her wings, shoving her forward onto her hands and knees before them. "She's probably been fantasizing about us since she was a teenager."
"Hey," Soarin said, and she looked up at his powerful form, the sunlight blocked by his perfect pecs, her vision dominated by his throbbing shaft. "If you play your cards right, I'll let you be my number one cock whore. How'd you like that?"
Lightning Dust was speechless. "Probably a dream come true for her," Wave Chill chuckled. But he was right. Not that she could ever admit it. But just the thought of getting to look at Soarin every day, getting to serve his needs, left her dripping wet at the expense of her betrayed, shattered dignity.
Wave Chill was quick to notice this signal. "Looks like she's ready." Lightning Dust tensed when she felt his hands grip her thighs. She turned to look back, but Soarin snatched her chin in his fingers.
"C'mon now, open up. I know you've thought about sucking this cock." His eyes burned as he stared down at her, his great meat at the center of her vision.
Reluctantly, with trembling lips, she slowly began to open her mouth.
Wave Chill plunged himself into her, his thick length spreading her wide and deep, like her whole torso was filled with his hard shaft, her wet pussy providing an easy, slick glide for him.
"Ah- mmf!" Lightning Dust cried out, her mouth gaping with a gasp before Soarin stuffed his cock into it, quickly forcing his flare into her throat. She choked and spluttered a little, but Soarin persisted, and soon her muzzle was pressed into his crotch. It wasn't at all as exciting or romantic as she had hoped; her throat hurt a little, and she felt like she couldn't breathe, and Soarin was still sweaty from his workout earlier. The only thing she could do was try to satisfy him as best as she could to get it over with quickly, but it was difficult to focus with Wave Chill pounding her cunt, forcing her clit to burn and her body to quiver with pleasure.
How could she be enjoying this? But as much as she wanted to protest, to buck or bite and try to escape, she knew that if she did, she would miss out on her chance to get fucked by some of the greatest athletes in the world. And she knew what this would mean, that the other cadets would constantly be trying to sleep with her and making fun of her, and that the Wonderbolt stallions would never see her as an equal, only as an object for her pleasure. But she couldn't move, or she'd never become a Wonderbolt at all. In the choice between being a common mare and Wonderbolt cum dump, she chose cum dump.
Despite the bitter taste in her mouth, she couldn't deny how delicious Soarin's dick was. Lightning Dust swirled her tongue around it as best she could, finally gaining some kind of control of herself, even as Wave Chill's thrusting built her pleasure. If she could see herself now, standing in line with the other cadets, she knew how disgusted she would be with herself. She was meant for so much more than this. But she couldn't help but choke down more cock, stifling moans as Wave Chill's skill with mares brought her to the edge, silently feeling her ambition slip away as pleasure overtook her.
Her cries were muted, but Spitfire still took note of them as the stallions groaned around her. "Good work boys," the captain said to them. "Why don't we get some more of you in here? Let's see... Thunderlane! Bulk Biceps! Let's see what you can do!"
"YEAH!" the burly pegasus roared.
"Oh, no," Lightning Dust thought to herself. Bulk Biceps was one of the dorks of the class, too big to fly well and often picked on for it. He was the last stallion she would have ever given herself to, and Thunderlane wasn't much better. He was a real rookie, a stallion far below her skills and expectations. But she didn't have a say in the matter, and she heard their suits come unzipped as they prepared to pleasure themselves with her bare, cum-soaked body.
They pressed in around her, and she saw Thunderlane in her peripherals, his cock twitching eagerly as he stepped in next to Soarin. The superstar and the rookie gave each other grins as Soarin pulled out of her, leaving Lightning Dust gasping for air. She barely had a moment to breathe as Thunderlane seized her head, overcome with lust as he thrust into her open mouth, grunting as he shoved more of his meat into her tight throat.
She barely had time to recover. Wave Chill repositioned himself, slipping underneath her to make room for the last cadet. She felt a broad tip press itself to her butt. "YEAH!" Bulk Biceps roared. Panic flooded her, but there was nothing she could do. With a cry around Thunderlane's dick, Bulk Biceps sank his cock into her ass.
And he fucked her brains out. His muscles weren't just for show; this was a powerful stallion who lacked any kind of control. He didn't hold back on her, and she was certain her ass would break from the overwhelming force of his hips slamming into her his, his thick cock stabbing violently at her insides. He was like a jackhammer, and her body felt numb with all of the cocks within her, thrusting, smacking, spreading her wide open, taking as much pleasure as they could from her battered, sticky body.
Thunderlane and Soarin were taking turns having her suck their cocks, and she did the best she could to slurp at their lengths, but it was difficult as her body was rocked with the barrage of heavy thrusts into her backside from the other two stallions. Still, Spitfire expected excellence from her. "Make sure to get those nuts, Cadet. It's been a hot day out."
Lightning Dust fought back the knot in her throat as she withdrew. "Yes, ma'am," she spoke weakly. She didn't bother trying to fight it, just sadly shoving her muzzle into their musky sacks, bathing them with their tongue, tasting the thin layer of sweat on the smooth, soft surface of their big balls. And yet her pussy still managed to throb around Wave Chill's dick, just at the chance to experience Soarin's studliness in such a raw way. She cleaned them thoroughly, as the stallions above her moaned, and when she was done, she opened her mouth and took Soarin's cock back into her throat, reaching his base quickly.
"I think we've got room for one more," Spitfire said. "Your old teammate deserves a chance to teach you a lesson. Cadet Rainbow Dash! Get over here!"
Lightning Dust could see Rainbow Dash undressing between the two stallion's thighs, and she felt anger bubble up inside of her just as the pleasure did from the boys' rough fucking. It was one thing to be treated like a slut by the other cadets, but Rainbow Dash was another matter entirely. She was more smug and arrogant than the rest of them. The blue pegasus deserved to be put in her place so badly, and yet she was about to be rewarded.
Rainbow Dash's naked body was lithe and fit, her ass and tits just as slim as the rest of her. Lightning Dust had a hundred insults for the mosquito bites she called boobs prepared, but with her mouth full of Thunderlane's pounding cock, she knew she wouldn't get to use them. Rainbow Dash saluted Spitifre, and the two mares entered the circle between Soarin and Thunderlane. "Make room, will ya?" Rainbow Dash demanded.
Lightning Dust's cheeks burned as Thunderlane withdrew from her mouth again, and she stared up at the blue mare. Her muzzle was at perfect height for her crotch, and Rainbow Dash just smiled at her, ever so smug. "Well?" she grinned.
A million curses went through her head, but she knew spitting them out would only make things worse. With a growl, she snapped her eyes shut and plunged forward, spreading her lips apart with her nose, lashing her tongue against Rainbow's pussy with everything she had, just as the other two stallions continued to pound her with everything they had.
"Aww, yeah," Rainbow groaned, wrapping her fingers in Lightning Dust's mane.
She tasted tangy, even sweet, and the heat coming from her was incredible. But Lightning Dust tried not to pay attention to it. She didn't want to give Rainbow Dash the satisfaction of her attention, instead turning her mind toward Soarin and Thunderlane stroking themselves behind her, to Wave Chill and Bulk Biceps ramming their cocks into her flanks, their balls slapping her ass lewdly. She allowed herself some pleasure. Even if she did have to eat this cunt out, at least she still got to take real Wonderbolt cock, and Rainbow Dash didn't.
She thought too soon. Rage welled up within her as Soarin wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and Rainbow Dash let out a loud moan as he pulled her into his side. "Hey, have I ever told you how good a flier you are?"
"Really?" she gasped, placing a hand on his chest.
"Yeah. You're pretty hot too. Wanna go somewhere after this?"
"Like a- like a date?" Rainbow was quivering with excitement.
"What else?" he said.
"Awesome!" she exclaimed. Her eyes were starry, and Lightning Dust wanted to bite into her. She was the one who was supposed to be the big shot among the Wonderbolts! She was the one Soarin should want! She was the one he should want to take to bed! Not this stuck up loser! But Soarin took over for the excited Rainbow Dash, pressing Lightning Dust's head harder into her folds, earning a pleasured moan from her rival as her tongue swirled around her clit.
"Permission to cum, ma'am?" Wave Chill asked.
Spitfire approached. "You boys ready?"
"YEAH!"
"Alright. Make sure she remembers her lesson. Drink up, Cadet," Spitfire ordered sternly.
"Fuck!" Lightning Dust screamed as the pounding in her flanks crescendoed to a frenzied assault. Bulk Biceps and Wave Chill ravaged her with their huge cocks, and she looked up to see Thunderlane madly beating himself off, while Rainbow Dash and Soarin stroked each other off. Rainbow was pressed tightly into him, and Lightning Dust saw him envelop her in a passionate kiss. But she could only scream as her orgasm took her, unable to hold out against the barrage.
A hail of throaty, male moans joined her, topped off my Rainbow Dash's husky call. Lightning Dust opened her mouth as she saw Thunderlane and Soarin's cocks pulse, feeling the same heavy throbbing in the meat stuffing her flanks. She couldn't fight it any more. There wasn't a point. She had been defeated, and she might as well enjoy the taste of it.
A flood of thick cum, hot and fresh, splattered across her face, tangling in her mane, filling her ass and pussy with powerful jets, as Rainbow's squirting mare juices added to the mix. She caught whatever spurts of cream she could, allowing herself to relish the taste of cum that these strong stallions pumped into her, moaning as her body was stuffed with liquid warmth.
Finally, the stallions pulled out, groaning with satisfaction. Lightning Dust collapsed on the grass, used, sore, sticky, and humiliated. They buzzed and groaned with pleasure, but Lightning Dust was beyond caring about anything anymore. It seemed to be over, but it was no relief to her.
"Dismissed," Spitfire said curtly. She heard the others chuckle as they left one by one, chattering about how much of a slut she was.
"Hey," Wave Chill called as he stepped over her. "I want you in my room, sucking my cock in an hour. Got it?"
"Yes, sir," Lightning Dust responded. She even managed a half-hearted salute. He smacked her ass as she left, and she grunted, but she didn't move. She just lied there on the grass, a tired, cum-soaked husk.