Author's Note

]A list of the kinks below: Spanking, Scat, Watersports, Rimming, Non-Consensual.

An an alternative story where Lightning Dust finds herself at the mercy of Spitfire after she learns about the danger she put Rainbow Dash's friends in. Afterwards, after she's been dealt with and thrown out of the Wonderbolts, Rainbow Dash catches her with revenge on her mind.

Greased Lightning

"You are an absolute disgrace to the Wonderbolts, Lightning Dust!"

Still in her cadet uniform, Lightning Dust had her head lowered as Spitfire fired of constant volley of insults.

"I can't believe what you did out there... you could've KILLED somepony," Spitfire cried out in rage. "You'd be hanging by your neck by the end of the week if that happened, and that's after a public whipping," she went on to add as her eyes glowered down at Lightning Dust. The yellow pegasus took a deep breath, calmly closed her eyes and sat back in her chair. "I'm sorry, Lightning Dust, but knowing what you did, I have no choice," she opened her eyes and calmly looked down at the meekly mare before her, "I'll have to discipline you," she took a pause, "and afterwards, you are to turn in your uniform." She opened her drawer and pulled out a wicked looking paddle," And you will never show your face around here again," she moved from her chair and came around to the front of her desk, "and be extremely thankful I'm not having you thrown in a prison cell for your lack of regard for other ponies' lives."

Lightning Dust winced, what little crumbs of her pride that were left were stomped into dust beneath the weight of Spitfire's words. "Y-yes ma'am... I.. graciously accept whatever punishment I am due."

Spitfire nodded. "Front end down, hind legs apart and back arched with your wings relaxed, Cadet Lightning Dust," the mare ordered with resolution in her voice as she grasped the paddle's custom crafted handle designed to rest in her foreleg firmly.

Lightning Dust blushed and obeyed as her CO ordered as she positioned herself so that her front end was low to the ground. This left her back end raised, legs slightly spread apart so that the thin breathable latex-like material of her uniform stretched tautly over the contours of her small round rump.

"Thirty swats with the paddle," Spitfire announced. She didn't wait to start either as she brought the flat wooden instrument down with much vigor. The clap was loud enough to be heard outside by Spitfire's secretary who was turning a most adorable red in the face in embarrassment.

Lightning Dust felt a rush of stinging agony spread instantaneously across her rear. Her eyes watered, her hind legs buckled as fear built up in the pegasus' throat. The pain had not even seceded by the time the rest the next and every subsequent lick followed. Each time the paddle met her derriere, she found her body lurched forward as another flash of pain crashed over her entire backside. Her pride and dignity soon were racing down her face in the form of a steady stream of tears by the time of the tenth blow. By the twentieth, she was begging for mercy to Spitfire's deaf ears. It was if someone had forced her to sit on hot coals.

When the twenty-eighth swat came, Lightning Dust lost control of something else. She felt something soft and smelly filling up the space between her rump cheeks. Lightning Dust had lost control of her bowels and now was filling her elastic Wonderbolt uniform with warm soft pony dung. It was visibly causing her suit to stretch out and contour to the large clots as her anus uncontrollably squeezed out one after another, much to Lightning Dust's complete embarrassment.

Spitfire grinned and ceased the paddling, the sight of the cadet's suit as it was strained by the clumps of pony poo was feeding her more dominant nature. At that point, Spitfire was finding it very hard to remain professional. "Well Cadet Lightning Dust... I think this more than concludes your punishment," Spitfire moved a hoof down and rubbed it over the contents now filling the rear of Lightning Dust's uniform. She squished it down and smeared it about, much to Lightning Dust's humiliation. "You... you may go now... and uh... keep the suit, I think we'll manage without one."

Her punishment and humiliation completely, Lightning Dust raised from the floor and looked at a rather remorseless Spitfire who seemed to offer no comfort for her situation. She sniffed back her tears, lowered her head and moved out of the office.

Spitfire's eyes drew up and admired the messy bulge in the back of Lightning Dust's uniform as she left. As the door closed, she moved the hoof she had earlier rubbed against Lightning Dust's dirty rear and gave it a sniff. The earthly aroma was still quite fresh and made Spitfire's marehood tingle delightfully, "Damn... I have really fucked up taste."

A Little Later On...

Lightning Dust felt a sudden pain in her back as something hard made contact with her body in mid-flight, it had come from above. The force was more than enough to send her hurdling downwards, spiraling uncontrollably. It was only thanks to the canopy of tree branches that she didn't crash to the ground. Her mind was still comprehending her surroundings when the blurred figure of a pegasus landed beside her.

"Haha, got'cha," Rainbow Dash flashed a victorious smile. It was then she noticed the disproportional lumps that were stretching out the seat of Lightning Dust's uniform. "Oh, my, gosh... you actually shit yourself! Guess Spitfire wasn't talking horse apples after all." The cyan pegasus had little efforts in planting herself atop Lightning Dust, resting so that her own rump practically centimeters away from Lightning Dust's face, "A bit ironic for a pony who talked a lot of shit." Rainbow turned around and stared down at Lightning Dust, "Lets see if you eat shit just as well as you talk it, but you're going to apologize first. Licking my rump hole clean is a good start."

Her pride and dignity broken, Lightning Dust resigned to her defeat. With much hesitation, her tongue danced across that puffy black rump hole of hers. It scoured every bit of flesh along the outside and then pressed the tip of her tongue into the pinkish insides where it twirled about. The bitter taste of dung made her gag as tongue found a big glob of it just past Rainbow Dash's anus. She felt it press back as Rainbow squeezed down. She managed only to pull her tongue away, but could not pull her muzzle away in time before Rainbow pushed her backside down, locking it in place. She tried to pull away, but alas it was too late and soon she found her muzzle being filled with thick moist clots of pony dung. Her eyes swelled with tears, the taste was absolutely horrible! She eventually gave up, just choking, gagging and crying as Rainbow Dash used her for a toilet. Once the last few pebbles of pony poo were squeezed out, Lightning Dust spat out the dung that was clogging her mouth. "You're bucking sick in the head, Dash. Just wait until I tell somepony about this!"

"That's not happening," Dash informed her as she relaxed and let out a whole afternoon's worth of heavy apple cider.

"No, Dash," but it was too late. She clenched her eyes and muzzle shut then turned her head. It helped a little, but nothing could save her from the thick hot golden stream that was dousing the side of her face. The pegasus piss ran down her neck and mixed with her fur, the ground and the lumps of dung. She simply whimpered as the last few squirts of pee splattered her soaked face and raced down her fur in the form of several droplets.

A unicorn suddenly approached them both and Lightning Dust regarded her almost as a savior. That was until she saw who it was. It was Twilight Sparkle and she did not seem too concerned for the mess she was covered in.

"Suppose you're finished with her, Rainbow," Twilight asked as she regarded Lightning Dust with a scowl.

Rainbow grinned and stepped away as Twilight stepped closer toward Lightning Dust.

"You nearly killed my friends, you nearly killed me. I'm pretty forgiving, but even I have my limits. I'm not cruel though," Twilight's horn flashed and Lightning Dust was cleaned up entirely. "This wasn't for you as much as it was revenge for me, and I am quite happy with the results. Though there one thing left to clean up." Her horn became illuminated with magic.

There was a light that entirely engulfed her vision before she backed out. When she awoke sometime later, she found herself in a daze of confusion. "What... what happened," Lighting Dust asked Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle who were looking down at her with concern.

"You crashed, odd gale knocked you for a loop and you must've got knocked unconscious on the way down," Rainbow explained.

Twilight nodded in agreement. "You seem okay now though... Sorry about you getting tossed out of the Wonderbolt though."

Lightning Dust sighed, "Dash was right... I was only thinking about being the best even if it meant endangering others around me. No hard feelings, right?"

Twilight and Rainbow grinned innocently at one another then both turned to lightning dust.

"Yeah, we're cool," Rainbow smiled and gave Lightning Dust a brohoof.

Twilight then gave Lightning Dust a hug, "I talked to Spitfire.... She said you could try out again in a few months."

Lightning Dust smiled and wiped away a tear in her eye, "Thanks, you two are really cool. Well... I need to be going. Gotta' figure out what to tell mom and dad," and with that said, Lightning Dust gave one last wave before testing her wings then taking off.

"You made sure Spitfire knows she won't remember anything except being thrown out, right," asked Twilight with a hint of concern.

Rainbow Dash nodded, "Oh yeah.. Definitely made that clear."

They both nodded, laughed then flew off together back to Ponyville.