ThunderCunt and LightningDick
Author's Note
Alt Accounts are for pussies.
The Danger Zone
The thumping noise and flashing lights of the club could be disorienting to those unused to it, which suited Thunderlane perfectly. He was at his best when a mare was at her worst.
The charcoal-black pegasus leaned back against the bar, his double scotch in one wing while the other smoothed back his silvery mane. He was a lot fussier than one might assume of such a beast of a stallion, but he never let that bother him. He coolly surveyed the crowd, trying to pick out his first mare of the night. He was a beast, after all.
Thunderlane was so focused on the undulating bodies he didn’t notice the mare come up to the bar right next to him. She was a pegasus like him, aquamarine coat with a yellow and orange striped mane spiked up just enough to make it obvious she used product. She leaned on the bar but didn’t signal the bartender, instead glancing sideways at Thunderlane. When he didn’t immediately notice her, she nudged his drinking wing.
“Hey!” Thunderlane snapped, whirling around as his drink tipped and spilled at least three bits worth of alcohol.
“Oops,” the mare drawled in a bored tone. “Did I do that?”
Thunderlane was gearing up to glass a bitch when he noticed it was a mare who had bumped him. He tried to play it cool, leaning on the bar and ignoring the liquid on the counter-top.
“Yeah, but since you’re pretty I’ll let you off the hook.”
The mare scoffed. “Gee, thanks,” Her gaze flicked down to the bar. “Your leg’s getting wet.”
“Huh? Gah, damnit!” Thunderlane pulled his hoof off the bar, only now noticing how wet his fur had gotten. He tore napkins from the dispenser and patted himself dry, dumping the used paper on the spill.
“Is this clumsy act supposed to be endearing?” the mare asked in the same bored tone.
“It’s not an act!” Thunderlane spat before quickly backing up. “I mean- I am not clumsy!”
“Sure you’re not,” the mare drug out the syllables, a faint smirk on her lips.
“They don’t let clumsy ponies into the Wonderbolts,” Thunderlane said in a low voice, the spill having completely thrown off his game.
The mare seemed to perk up, some genuine emotion leaking into her voice. “Wonderbolts? You’re a Wonderbolt?”
Thunderlane perked up himself. He hid a grin. Mentioning the Wonderbolts always made ‘em wet.
“Yes indeed, I am,” Thunderlane said like it wasn’t significant. Playing off only made him seem cooler after all. “You’re a fan?”
The mare scoffed again, but in a much friendlier sort of way. “I’m not just some fan. I was at the Wonderbolt Academy. Top of my class, smashing records left and right.”
Thunderlane raised an eyebrow. “Was?”
The mare shrugged. “Yeah, I had to drop out to deal with some shit. You know how it is,” she looked over the bar with annoyance but didn’t signal the bartender. “You’ve probably heard them talk about me. Lighting Dust.”
Thunderlane crinkled his nose. He had heard the others talk about her, but probably not in the way she wanted. He played it cool anyway. “I can’t say I have. But, I usually don’t waste time with gossip. Too busy flying and training.”
Lighting Dust snorted. “Right…” she was dragging out her words again. “You know, I don’t recognize you from the posters or anything.”
It was Thunderlane’s turn to scoff. “Real Wonderbolts don’t pose for posters. I’m down there in the thick of it, not stopping to sign autographs like that dyke Spitfire or her faggot Soarin’.”
Lighting Dust grinned. “Really? I mean, those two are-?”
“Gay? Yeah, super gay.” Thunderlane sipped from his drink. In truth, he wasn’t super sure that Soarin’ was actually gay, but Spitfire absolutely was. Not once in all his time as a Wonderbolt did he see her go home with a stallion. And she’d never shown any interest in him and he was basically as alpha as males got, so she had to be a filly-fooler. Might even fool with actual fillies too. “Can’t you tell?”
“Well…” she coughed. “I mean, I only ever saw Spitfire on the training course, and she was wearing those sunglasses, so who knows where she was looking.” Lightning Dust snickered. “If I’d known though, I might have invited her back to my bunk. I mean, I’m no dyke, but I’d fuck Spitfire for sure.”
Thunderlane chuckled, genuinely. It seemed that spilled drink was just the universe’s way of giving him a handicap. But it would take a lot more than that to stop Thunderlane from getting his way.
“Me too, dyke or not.”
Lightning Dust smirked, at last signaling for a drink.
“Hey, get me a cosmo, no ice.” She turned her attention back to Thunderlane “You know, a little eye-shadow and I’m sure you could trick her easy.”
That threw Thunderlane. “Excuse me?”
“What?”
“What?” he growled. “You just said I looked like a mare.”
“Uh, no. I said you could look like a mare.” She prodded him with a hoof and adopted a mocking tone. “What, are you sensitive about your features?”
“No,” Thunderlane replied lamely, hiding his face behind his drink.
She grinned. “You totally are! Ha!” she laughed openly at him. “Do you and Soarin’ braid each other’s manes?”
“Shut up,” Thunderlane sulked.
“Whoa, dude, are you on your period or something?” Lightning Dust’s smile only grew wider. “‘Cause I think I have some chocolate in my purse if you-”
“I said shut the fuck up,” Thunderlane snarled, slamming his drink down on the bar top. “I am not gay.”
“You sure about that?” Lighting Dust said in a conspiratorial tone. “Because any red-blooded heterosexual stallion would have had me sucking their cock in the bathroom by now.” She smiled, quite proud with herself, and looked to the bartender. “Hey, bring my drink over there, okay?” She pointedly looked back at Thunderlane. “The scene over here isn’t as interesting as I thought.”
Thunderlane fumed, but he kept silent. Shouting wouldn’t do any good and glassing the bitch now would just get him kicked out at best and arrested at worst. No, Thunderlane just allowed the anger to wash over him as he watched Lightning Dust smugly slide out of her seat and meander over to a table away from the bar.
Making a note of where she was, Thunderlane turned his attention to the bartender. She was older, but not in the cougar or milf kinda of way, just seeming worn down and grizzled. At any rate, Thunderlane wasn’t interested in fucking her, merely in her drink mixing. He watched as she disinterestedly poured the necessary ingredients together, dumping the finished product into a tall glass. She left it unattended as she moved to the far side of the bar, almost like she was on Thunderlane’s side.
He pulled a little bag of white powder from just under his wing and leaned across the bar, discreetly dumped the contents into drink. He watched it dissolve with a smirk, crumpling the bag and sticking it under the stool. He smoothed out his mane and signaled the bartender to freshen his scotch.
He was happily watching the amber liquid fill his glass when he felt a pony lean on the bar right next to him.
“Mare could die of thirst in here,” Lighting Dust remarked to the bartender, who didn’t visibly react to the comment at all.
Thunderlane spared Lightning Dust only a passing glance as she shoved bits across the bar and collected her drink. She placed it on the bar and turned to face him.
“Y’know, silent brooding is awfully close to bitchy sulking. I suppose it all depends on the pony, huh?”
Thunderlane snorted and turned to say something thinly-veiled, only to find Lighting Dust right up in his face.
“I bet you hit like a mare,” she said tauntingly, her nose inches from his. “Actually, plenty of mares hit pretty hard. I bet you hit like a filly. A cripple unicorn filly with no horn and brittle bones.”
She was wearing a shit eating grin and Thunderlane was starting to suspect this mare had it out for him. Maybe she had even been sent by another Wonderbolt. Some of them hated his guts and getting arrested for smashing some smug cunt’s face would give them the excuse to cut him from the team.
But Thunderlane remained resolute, sustained by the knowledge that this bitch would get exactly what was coming to her in no time.
After a few tense moments, Lighting Dust stuck out her tongue and scooted away, taking her laced drink with her. Thunderlane, feeling a little hot under the collar, went back to his fresh scotch, draining a third in one big gulp.
“Ice me,” he said to the bartender, holding out his drink.
A hoof-ful of ice thunked down in the glass and Thunderlane set it aside so it could cool. He took a few breaths, trying to cool down himself. It was a little difficult as anger gave way to anticipation. He watched Lighting Dust, not too closely to avoid drawing her or anyone else’s attention, but he kept an eye on her. She was drinking her fruity mare drink with exciting speed, oblivious to the drug mixed in. Thunderlane smirked and drank from his own, cooler drink.
It didn’t take long for Lightning Dust to start to show the signs. While before she had been swaying to the music, now she simply swayed to and fro with no visible rhythm. She stumbled away from her table, making her way towards the bathroom. Thunderlane downed the rest of his drink and went after her.
He caught up with her at the bathroom entrance.
“Here, let me help you,” he whispered with malice in her ear, pushing her from behind and hustling her into the stallion’s bathroom.
The bathroom was starkly white, a blinding contrast to the darkly colored club. The music was still loud enough to be heard through the walls, although heavily muffled. Lightning Dust nearly tripped over her own hooves as she was shoved towards the sink, hitting the counter with an audible grunt.
“Whoa, easy there, babe,” Thunderlane said with feigned concern.
He ducked his head down low to check under the stalls. Thankfully, they all seemed to be empty. Thunderlane turned around to lock the door, only to find it without one. He frowned but then turned his attention to the handicapped stall at the back of the room. Big and roomy and perfect for his needs.
He turned his attention back to Lightning Dust. The mare had turned on the faucet and was splashing water on her face, rubbing her eyes and leaning heavily on the counter. Thunderlane sneered and grabbed her, pulling her towards the far stall.
“Come here, babe,” he chuckled, already feeling his cock starting to emerge from his sheath. He froze a second later when he heard the bathroom door open amid the chatter of a few ponies.
“So then I says, I says to him, ‘Hey asshole, if you don’t vote for me, I’m gonna follow you home and-’” the voice stopped short. “Hey, what’s going on here?”
Thunderlane put on his best look of concern and turned to face the newcomers. Three stallions, each of a different pony race, all dressed up like disco was still a thing. The one who had been talking stepped forward.
“Hey, girlie, you okay?”
Lightning Dust mumbled incoherently and Thunderlane patted her head reassuringly.
“My girl had a little too much to drink. I was just helping her to the bathroom.”
The stallion raised an eyebrow. “Hey, buddy, I wasn’t asking you.”
Thunderlane chuckled nervously. This was going quite poorly. Obviously, he could easily wipe the floor with these three chuckle-fucks, but then he’d have to make a quick break for it and leave his prize behind.
Lightning Dust, of all ponies, offered him an out.
“Need fresh air,” she slurred. “Take me outside.”
“Are you sure?” Thunderlane could have been an actor with how well he was pretending to be worried about the bitch.
Lightning Dust nodded her head, seeming to struggle to raise it each time.
Thunderlane turned back to the stallions. “Well, you heard the lady. I’ll go get her some air. Unless you upstanding fellows want to help?”
The lead stallion still looked suspicious, but one of his companions was quick to jump in.
“Reuben, bro, I gotta pee real bad.”
“Hell are you telling me for?” the lead stallion replied, pushing past Thunderlane as he went to the sinks.
Thunderlane breathed a silent sigh of relief and lead Lightning Dust out of the bathroom. From there it was a relatively quick trot to one of the back exits. He emerged from the club into an alleyway, leaving the club’s loud, smokey atmosphere for the cool, quiet night air. He dragged Lightning Dust with him, pushing her up against the brick wall.
“Little dirtier out here, but I bet you like that,” he taunted, panting and feeling a little hot under the collar.
Lightning Dust took a shallow breath and looked around dazedly. “Wha?” she mumbled.
Thunderlane licked his lips and came up behind her, grabbing her tail and roughly pulling it up. Lightning Dust gasped at the pain, a tremor running through her body. Thunderlane ignored her, gazing at her ripe, blood-engorged cunt. The bitch was already wet, lubricant drooling while her juicy clit winked at him.
Thunderlane couldn’t help himself, leaning in for a taste. He ran his tongue from just above her clit to her puffy ponut. Lightning Dust moaned like the wanton whore she was, wiggling her ass at him like she was trying to entice him to lick her further. But Thunderlane cared little for her pleasure.
He straightened up and moved in, stroking his cock with a wing and lining himself up with the cunt’s pussy. He penetrated her easily, smirking at the low groan she let out. He shoved her up against the wall, grabbing her legs for support and made a fast, brutal thrust, bottoming out in her easily. Thunderlane bit his lip in pleasure, feeling Lightning Dust’s silky cunt hug his girth tightly. The mare herself let out a yelp, which only made Thunderlane’s dick harder.
He adjusted his grip, giving her ass a smack for good measure, and began thrusting away. He fell into a familiar, steady rhythm, the slap of his hips against hers reverberating off the buildings around them. She continued to mewl and whine as he fucked her, letting out the occasional pained grunt as her head bumped the wall. Thunderlane could have adjusted so that wouldn’t happen, but he couldn’t care less.
Thunderlane kept his pace, but he began panting more and more, feeling uncomfortably warm. Sweat began dripping down as his head swam from the heat. He blinked sluggishly and increased his pace, trying to get off as quickly as possible so he could head back in and get himself another cool drink. His technique quickly deteriorated as he tried to force himself to cum, but kept falling short.
Meanwhile, Lightning Dust’s mumblings were becoming more heated and clearer, until Thunderlane swore he heard her say ‘harder’. He was having trouble focusing, though. More mutterings reached his ears, words like ‘fuck’ and ‘come on’ quite distinct. Suddenly, Lightning Dust’s head jerked upright and she stared daggers into Thunderlane’s very soul.
“Would you just fuck me properly!”
Thunderlane’s heart stopped beating and jumped into his throat. He stopped mid-thrust, frozen on the spot. Lightning Dust snarled and bucked hard, knocking him off her back. His cock came free of her with a wet pop and he stumbled backwards, tripping and falling onto his ass. He laid there on the ground, dazed, turgid cock jutting into the air, still wet with her juices.
“Sweet fucking Celestia, what is wrong with you?” Lightning Dust spat, stalking up to Thunderlane’s sprawled form. “Can’t you fuck right?”
“Wha-? But, y-you-?” Thunderlane’s tongue felt like a fat slug in his mouth and his brain felt foggy. “What?”
She sighed. “I know all about you, Thunderlane. I know what you like to do to mares in clubs. And you know what?” Lightning Dust leaned down close. “I’m really fucking into that. I fucking jill myself silly at the thought of some big hunky stallion using me like a personal cock sleeve. I’ve gone to clubs that say they cater to that, but there’s always guidelines and safe-words. I didn’t want that. I wanted a stallion to be as rough as possible. To really fuck me up without a care for my well being. And then I heard about you.”
Lightning Dust smirked and unfurled a wing, teasingly running her feathers up and down his shaft. Thunderlane winced at the contact, his cock feeling far too sensitive.
“So I came here, I got up in your face, really pissed you off, knowing that you’d want to get back at me the only way you knew how.”
Thunderlane shook his head, hoping that would clear it but if anything it just made everything worse. “But… but I saw you drink...”
Lightning Dust scoffed. “Yeah, like I said, you’re kinda a one trick pony. Switched drinks with some gray twink after I left the bar. I guess my acting isn’t too bad since you thought I was all fucked up.”
Thunderlane groaned and rubbed his eyes. Lightning Dust raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t tell me I’m blowing your mind right now.”
“My fucking head hurts,” he groaned.
“Oh… that’s probably the stuff I slipped you.”
“What!?”
Lightning Dust smirked, looking quite pleased with herself once again. “Yeah, I guess I was worried you might go soft on me too easily so I put a little something in your drink to keep you hard. Guess I fucked up the dosage or something. Oops.”
Thunderlane gritted his teeth. “Gah, crazy fucking cunt. Well, what the fuck now?”
“Now?” Lightning Dust snorted. “I still haven’t cum yet, fucko.” She stepped over his body, looming over him, moving both wings down to stroke his cock. “And I’m not leaving until I fucking cum.”
She pulled one of her wings away from his cock and extended it out. From her feathers she pulled a small neon blue ring. “And just to make sure you don’t go blowing your load before I say so….”
She stretched the ring over his twitching cock, letting it snap into place around the base. He winced and whined, his dick throbbing painfully. Lighting Dust sneered and ran her hoof up the side, only worsening the sensations.
“There we go. You don’t get to cum until I do.”
His cock throbbed painfully under her touch, aching for release that he knew wasn’t coming anytime soon. Thunderlane squirmed, trying to wiggle away from his victim turned tormentor. Lightning Dust snarled and slapped him, the crack of her hoof on his cheek echoing down the alleyway.
“Don’t be such a fucking faggot,” she sneered. She turned around and angled her hips until his cock pressed against her entrance. “I’ll be really fucking gentle with you.”
Thunderlane quivered, feeling her pussy dripping down his shaft. He wasn’t sure if it was whatever she had slipped him or if she was simply that hot, but the mare’s juices felt like hot lava. She looked over her shoulder, same smug expression as always, smirking an instant before she slammed her hips down on his.
She moaned loudly, tongue lolling from her mouth. She closed her eyes and leaned back, a blissful grin on her face as she raised her hips again, pulling away until only his flared head remained inside her before slamming back down again.
Thunderlane grunted and groaned, shaking with every earth-quaking impact of her hips on his. It was simultaneously pleasurable and painful. Far from true to her word, Lightning Dust was incredibly rough, bouncing up and down on his cock like she was on a trampoline. Thunderlane took the brunt of the force, only a few rocks and bits of wood to serve as a cushion between him and the hard stone ground.
He was feeling worse by the second, like his whole body was on fire. Bile rose in the back of his throat and he was sure he was going to vomit. Lightning Dust would probably do nothing, let him choke to death as she railed herself to orgasm. Hell, she might not even notice until after he was dead. Thunderlane squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed thickly, trying to keep himself alive. He just needed to ride this out. Just needed to wait for this whole ordeal to be over.
He flinched as he felt something touch his balls, eyes shooting open to see Lightning Dust smiling back at him. She laughed at him as he felt what had to be her feathers on his family jewels. She was surprisingly dexterous with her wings, something that Thunderlane might have found impressive at any other time.
He closed his eyes again as he felt her rhythm reach a fevered pitch. He groaned, but he knew she must be close, and started bucking his hips back into her as the end came within sight. She was panting like a bitch in heat, which might not have been far from the truth.
“Oh, fuck the hell, yes!” Lightning Dust screeched out, hurting Thunderlane’s ears while her cunt squeezed down on him like a vice. A gush of warm fluid soaked his lap, but he didn’t even care, letting out a sigh of relief as he felt her pull off him.
Thunderlane’s still erect cock wobbled about before falling back against his belly, still throbbing painfully. His balls didn’t feel too good either. None of him felt good, in fact. He was still burning up, and his insides felt like they were full of acid. But, the bitch had cum, and it was finally over.
“Hey fuck-head, don’t go passing out on me.”
Lightning Dust plopped her ass right down on top of him, driving the air from his lungs and delivering another painfully pleasurable bolt through his dick. He sputtered and looked up at her, her cheeks flushed and sweat dripping down her face, but that same smug expression on her lips.
“We’re not done yet.”
Thunderlane balked at that. “But you-”
“I changed my mind. I’m not fucking done yet,” she smirked, grinding her butt on his dick, making him wince. “But, since you were such a good boy, I’m gonna let you fuck my ass, okay?”
“I don’t want to-”
He stopped short when he felt her weight leave him. He looked up in time to see her hoof speeding down on him. It hit him straight in the nose, bouncing his head off the ground and knocking him senseless. Being a Wonderbolt, he had taken some hard knocks in his time, but there had been safeties and spells and medical staff standing by to make the pain go away. There was nothing here. Nothing but him and Lightning Dust.
“I’ve never known a stallion more averse to sticking it in a mare,” Lightning Dust remarked, angling herself so his dick rubbed between her toned butt cheeks and right up against her asshole. “Well, aside from faggots. You a faggot Thunderlane? You like it when a big stallion cuddles you close after fucking your ass?”
Thunderlane grit his teeth and pushed through the pain. He lashed out, catching her in the gut. Hearing Lightning Dust grunt in pain was perhaps the most satisfying event of the evening. The satisfaction was short lived as she was quick to return the favor, laughing as she did so.
“That’s the fucking spirit!” she crowed, grabbing his shaft with both wings and roughly jacking him.
Thunderlane coughed and sputtered, his breath catching in his throat as he felt the head of his cock against her anus. This was clearly far from her first time as he entered her with relative ease. Lightning Dust bit her lip and stifled a giggle, eyes watering as she took Thunderlane’s dick in her ass. He was stretching her nicely, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. Thunderlane was almost impressed when she settled in his lap once more, the full of his length inside her and an obvious bulge in her abdomen.
“Whew, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked mockingly, lightly prodding him with her hoof.
She started bouncing again, slowly at first as she adjusted to his girth in her other hole, but quickly picking up the pace. Thunderlane winced and gasped, still too fucked up from the drugs and Lightning Dust’s ministrations to properly enjoy himself. He knew he wasn’t going to cum anytime soon, because the bitch has forgotten to remove the cock ring. Or more likely left it there on purpose. Still, as she rode him like a prized bull, Thunderlane could take some pleasure in knowing the instant she let her guard down he was going to split her skull open and spill her brains all over the alley.
Up and down she went, seeming to only go faster and faster, pausing briefly every so often to flex her internal muscles and give him a painful squeeze. Thunderlane simply lay there, taking his licks. And then, amazingly, he felt his cock become significantly less painfully hard. Something approximating a smile wormed onto his face as Lightning Dust groaned in disappointment.
“No no no, I’m so fucking close!” she whined. Her gaze suddenly snapped to his and she growled like a rabid beast. “Don’t go soft on me yet, fucker.”
Thunderlane opened his mouth, to say what he wasn’t too sure, but the words never came. Lightning Dust’s hooves surged forward and wrapped around his throat, pressing down hard and cutting off his air. His dick sprung back to life inside her.
“There we go!” she laughed maniacally. “Little auto-erotic asphyxiation always does the trick!”
Thunderlane would have explained how it wasn’t auto-erotic asphyxiation if she was the one choking him, but he had more pressing issues.
He desperately tried to suck down air, but it was fruitless, her grip too strong. He tried to punch her again, but his forelegs refused to obey his commands. He could only struggle pitifully on the ground beneath her, back legs scrambling for purchase. Blood roared in his ears as his vision began to darken, Lightning Dust’s orgasmic expression in the center.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” Lightning Dust screamed, experiencing what had to be the most mind blowing orgasm of her life.
She squirted, an actual arc of mare cum shooting from her pussy, splashing across her hooves and Thunderlane’s face. He was actually turning blue, which was maybe the second most amazing Lightning Dust had experienced that night. She leaned into him, gyrating her hips, rubbing every inch of her innards she could with his dick, prolonging her orgasm as long as she could.
She felt his cock flex inside her, trying and failing to shoot off another load. She moaned, that sensation just adding to her pleasure. She stared into Thunderlane’s eyes, even as they bulged from their sockets. She felt him shudder beneath her, that orgasm his last thrill before there was one great muscle spasm and he went still.
Lightning Dust gasped, shocked by what she had done. She hadn’t meant to do it. Maybe. Hadn’t planned on it when she had started out that night anyway. She shifted her weight, biting her lip as she felt his still hard dick inside her.
“Talk about rigor mortis,” she laughed breathily to herself.
She rocked herself in his lap, pushing for her third orgasm of the night. It took a little doing, but Thunderlane wasn’t any worse a lover at that point in time. Lightning Dust giggled to herself, her hooves never leaving his throat, tightening her grip in time with her small thrusts. Her orgasm came the same time as she felt the crack of bone and cartilage under her hooves. It wasn’t as big or as powerful as the last two, but it was no less satisfying.
“Oh fuck, that was nice,” Lightning Dust said to the air.
She pulled her hooves from Thunderlane’s neck and his cock from her ass. It was surprisingly difficult, her ass apparently wanting to keep the hard slab of stallion meat inside it forever. After a minute or two, she managed to work it free, letting out a pleased sigh. She stood up, knowing she would be walking a little funny after the abuse she’d put herself through that night.
She spared Thunderlane a look, her gaze focused almost entirely on his cock. It was somehow still hard, jutting into the air like a defiant middle feather. She hummed quietly to herself, deep dark thoughts swirling in her head.
In truth, she had just killed a pony. A pony that no one would mourn, yes, but a pony nonetheless. It… it couldn’t hurt to take the body with her. Hide the evidence. And, while she figured out how to dispose of it, maybe have a little fun too…
Lightning Dust hefted Thunderlane onto her back, legs shaking as much from her orgasms as from his weight. She adjusted him so he was laying in a more natural pose, closing his eyes and adjusting his mouth so he looked like he had merely passed out. There was little she could do about his raging boner, and in truth she delighted in the feeling of the still hard and warm shaft digging into her back.
“Oh, you’ve really done it now, Dusty,” she chuckled to herself. “I hope that Mercury Shine girl still has that preservation powder...”
