A Night She Won't Remember
A Night She Won't Remember
The heavy beat of party music vibrated the floors below Soarin’s hooves. He stumbled forward, leaning against the wall and using it to support himself as he clumsily made his way through the halls of his cloud manor.
You knew it was a Wonderbolts’ party the moment the host had so much to drink that he couldn’t even walk straight. How long ago had drunk been and how soon would blackout greet him? Five ounces ago for the former and maybe another six for the later?
As he turned the corner, he grunted in disdain. The door to his bathroom was closed. Not exactly something you wanted to discover when your bladder was about three seconds away from bursting.
“Motherfucker,” he growled.
He lumbered forward, nearly tripping over his own hooves as he reached the door and hammered his hoof upon it.
Only, no response came.
He pressed his ear against the brown paneling, trying his best to hear anything.
Yet, there wasn’t even the sound of a pony grunting on the other side.
He reached for the knob and tested it, sighing in relief as he discovered that it was unlocked. Thankfully, it just seemed like one of his teammates was being needlessly polite. Probably one of the rookies trying to show proper etiquette, or whatever, in the hopes of impressing him.
“Need to piss,” Soarin slurred as he pushed inside.
As he entered, he saw Rainbow Dash on the floor. She was hunched over, her snout pressed against the base of the toilet. The seat was splattered with a combination of vile fluids that told him that she was probably way past the point of being merely drunk and had slipped into that not so fun zone of being blackout wasted.
“Oh fuck,” Soarin hissed, stumbling over to her. “Are you alright, dude?”
No response came.
Was she breathing?
A moment of sobriety hit Soarin as his brain went into its fight or flight reflex. He rushed to Rainbow’s side and turned her face away from the floor, holding a hoof out in front of her snout. A faint trickle of exhale brushed against his fetlocks and he let out a sigh of relief.
He chuckled softly, the soft notes more like barks due to his condition. “Don’t scare me like that, Crash.”
She didn’t respond.
Right she was still kind of unconscious.
Soarin looked at the toilet, gagging at what he saw. He did the only reasonable thing and slammed the lid shut, ignoring it until it became someone else’s problem. That someone likely being an extremely pissed off cleaning lady.
Except he still needed to piss. He still needed to piss badly.
Rainbow groaned and Soarin glanced at her. She was still completely unresponsive, her body a motionless heap upon the floor.
Would she…
“Fuck it,” Soarin whispered.
He had an idea. One of those ideas that only the extremely drunk could come up with and think was brilliant.
Soarin reached down with a hoof and cupped it under Rainbow’s flank. He lifted it away the tiled floor and propped it up in front of him. When he let go, she remained in this new position, making at least this easy upon him. Her haunches stayed high in the air, while her torso and face were still pressed firmly into the cloud tile floor.
A tiny groan of discomfort stirred in the back of Rainbow’s throat but Soarin ignored it. If she didn’t want to get pissed in, then she shouldn’t have wrecked his toilet.
He brushed aside her tail and exposed her tight little pussy. The mere sight of it alone was enough to get his cock to press forth from its sheath.
There was movement in the hall and Soarin glanced over his shoulder at the bathroom door. Thankfully whoever it was continued along, likely heading for one of his spare bedrooms. Hopefully, they only intended to nap off their alcohol consumption and were not planning to fuck in his house. Though it wouldn’t be the first time that teammates tried.
When they were finally out of hearing range he looked back to Rainbow. He pressed a hoof against her hole and gently stroked it up and down. It had been awhile since Soarin had fooled around with one of his teammates and even longer since that teammate was a mare.
His motions were tender and seemed to be having some kind of affect as a faint moan oozed forth from her. It was slurred and tired sounding. As he glanced at her face, her eyes were still closed tight, though her mouth had parted slightly.
If there was any voice of reason in him, it had been shut up a couple shots of booze ago. No one had time to have a conscience when Equestrian Club and Saddleoff were coursing through their veins and muddling their thoughts.
Another fresh blossom of warmth stirred within his loins and soon his half erect cock stood under him, ready for release. He clumsily groped at it with his hoof, pressing the unflared tip against Rainbow’s hole.
Normally, he’d hate to go in dry. But at the very least, it wouldn’t be dry for long if things went according to plan.
He pushed inside, without warm up or warning, and let out a pent-up masculine nicker as he parted her folds. This initial advance was clumsy and unpleasurable, though what could a pony honestly expect when they couldn’t even see straight.
At the very least, Rainbow was too unresponsive to chastise him.
Now that he was inside, he halted his progress. Really, he only needed a couple inches of penetration to secure himself, anchored firmly in place by the tightness of her folds.
He sighed in relief and closed his eyes, feeling his piss start to flow. His stream was strong, flooding Rainbow’s cunt. It was a strange sensation, pissing inside of a mare, but honestly Soarin found himself loving it.
It was like pissing in the pool. His cock was warm, enveloped in both urine and the inviting tightness of Rainbow’s sex.
His stream didn’t weaken for a good while, fed by the constant diet of liquor and in-between drinks of water he’d had over the course of the night. Sadly, while Rainbow felt like the greatest urinal ever, she kind of sucked at the practical duties and soon his urine gushed out. It splashed back in a thin and yellow wave that stained Rainbow’s thighs and his belly before drizzling down onto the flooring below.
Soarin cursed under his breath but couldn’t very well stop midstream. He’d just have to make sure to give his cleaning lady one hell of a fucking tip tomorrow.
He pulled out of Rainbow, piss still flowing, and quickly aimed his stream at her. It was vile thing to do but soon his piss damped the fur along her left side as he aimed it across her body. It rolled down her form in sheets and turned her coat from a vibrant cyan to a darker shade of blue.
Finally, his stream settled upon her face. He sighed in relief as he bathed her sleepy little complex in a solid torrent of urine. That would be a hell of a thing to wake up to but that wasn’t Soarin’s concern. If this went according to plan, he’d be in his bedroom when Rainbow eventually stirred, wondering who the fuck had done this to her.
Eventually, the stream tapered off. A few feeble bursts splashed onto the floor before only a dribble remained, leaking from the head of his still rapidly hardening cock. By the end of it, Rainbow was utterly bathed in piss, her face dripping with it and body darkened by the potent-smelling fluid.
Soarin sighed and looked down at his newfound erection. This was a miserable time to discover a brand-new fetish.
Well, he couldn’t very well return to the party with this dangling from him.
He looked back to Rainbow and brushed aside her tail, exposing her pussy once again. It was now soaking wet. Though he imagined that mostly had to do with the abundant piss which filled her hole.
Fuck it, this wasn’t even close to the most hideous thing he’d ever fucked.
He drew in a shaky breath and prodded at her with the tip of his cock. This time, he managed to push into her quite smoothly, as he bucked his hips forward. He pressed all the way in, to the medial ring this time around, before pausing and giving himself a moment to recover.
“Is this a good idea?” he slurred to himself.
He thought about it, but at the same time, he started to absentmindedly buck his hips forwards, pressing into her with every pump of his hips. It was instinctual, influenced more by the booze than any rational train of thought. By the time he was even aware he was doing it, the tightness and warmth of Rainbow’s sex pushed aside any thoughts of morality. There was only a single correct thing to do and that was to destroy Rainbow’s pussy.
After all, Rainbow had always been a fan and if she’d been conscious, Soarin was sure she would’ve consented to what he was doing right now. She wouldn’t want to disappoint him, right?
His breathing came out in haggard puffs as he drew his hips back and slammed them forward without restraint. This first thrust was so potent that Rainbow rocked forwards under his weight and a few stray strands of urine flew from her coat.
It was eerie, how quiet she was. Soarin was used to mares at least pretending to get a little enjoyment out of sex. But this? This was just strange, sending a chilled shiver up his spine.
If Rainbow woke up, he’d be so fucked.
Still that thought didn’t stop him in the slightest.
His thrusting was clumsy and had no rhythm to it. It was the frantic and hurried lovemaking of a stallion who had essentially lost all control over himself. He hammered away at her hole, with such unrestrained fury, pressing deeper and deeper with every thrust.
A faint dribble of pleasure oozed forth from Rainbow Dash, sounding slurred and sleepy. It almost seemed instinctual. Still, her face remained peaceful, her expression not betraying any hint of recognition towards what was going on.
Soarin scrambled to get better leverage, pressing one hoof down upon her back while the other rested against the toilet seat. He grunted and groaned, never stopping with his insatiable desire to violate and use her.
The sounds of sex soon filled the room. His hurried breathing paired together well with the few crude curse words and grunts he surrendered. All of which as supported by the abundant slurps of his cock pumping into Rainbow’s piss-drenched hole.
“Fucking… take it like a whore,” Soarin hissed, slamming himself deep into her.
He felt a nucellus of pressure blossom within his core. Normally, he’d attempt to starve off such a sensation, trying to hold back against the inevitable tide of orgasm. Instead, he fed into it with a hungry, and desperate, need for relief.
After all, what was the point of holding off. Rainbow was unconscious and unresponsive. Who cared if she climaxed, who cared about her pleasure? Certainly not Soarin who was on some mad dash to use her up as quickly as he could.
He huffed loudly, snarling through tightly clenched teeth. He was honestly surprised by how much he was enjoying this.
Was it the alcohol?
Was it the fact that Rainbow was drenched in piss?
Was it how divine her cunt felt?
He could hardly tell, nor did he really care. All he knew was how good this felt and how there was no hope of him slowing down or stopping. He’d get his orgasm, no matter what stood in his way.
Faster and faster he pounded into her. His heavy balls swung with every change in direction. Spittle flew from his tightly clenched teeth as his breathing grew more and more laboured.
Yet, it was all leading up to some blissful objective on the horizon. The pressure within his core only grew more potent, causing him to shake and shudder with ecstasy.
“Fuck,” he growled. Then he threw back his head and roared. “FUCK!”
His hips started to slow, exchanging raw speed for power as he used up the last of his precious reserves. He could feel his diaphragm quiver as he balanced right on the edge of climax. His pace had slowed to such a point where he was barely even thrusting into her. By now, his motions were little more than idle rocking at a frantic pace.
As he stood there, right on the brink of greatness, he forced himself to draw back. He wasn’t sure if she was on the pill and he sure as shit wasn’t wearing a condom.
He pulled out with a wet sounding slurp, more piss and other fluids belching forth and dripping down onto the cloud flooring below. It stained the puffy material, turning the already tarnished colour into an even brighter shade of yellow.
Soarin wrapped a hoof around his shaft and started to stroke himself vigorously, huffing and grunting as he did so. He gasped as he was finally tipped over that fateful point, going into freefall and succumbing to the temptation of release.
His cock twitched and the first string of his potent spunk shot forth. It landed upon Rainbow’s flank, drawing a solid white line right across her cutie mark. It was soon joined by a second rope and a third, which plastered her flank.
Soarin aimed a little higher and the fourth strand shot into the air, landing upon her back in a solid rope of cum.
After that, there was little more that a drizzle, a few feeble spirts which landed upon the clouding below before being sucked into the porous material.
He panted for breath as his orgasm subsided, feeling his cock go limp within his hoof. He let go of it, allowing it to flop below him. It wouldn’t be long before it retreated back into his body.
“Nice one rookie,” Soarin whispered, glancing at Rainbow’s still unconscious form. He reached over and patted her on the butt. “Thanks for taking one for the team.”
He shivered and drew away, making his way back towards the door. After all, he still had a party to host.
Just as he was about to leave, he gave Rainbow one last look. For a moment, he thought about putting her in a more dignified position.
But why bother? The next stallion who came in was going to need to piss and so was the one after. And since Rainbow had ruined his toilet, he was in desperate need of a replacement. In fact, it only felt fair that she took one for the team.
Soarin opened the door and stepped into the hall. He promptly stumbled back and let out a surprised grunt as there was a line outside. It was at least at five ponies long and they all looked pretty peeved.
“You okay, Cap?” Fleetfoot asked, cocking a brow.
Comet Tail snorted. “Probably just got finished upchucking. You’ve been hitting the booze pretty hard, dude.”
Fleetfoot snorted. “Would explain why he kept screaming ‘fuck’ over and over again.”
Soarin looked at the line, then peaked back into the bathroom. He swallowed a lump in his throat as he realized that there was no way of concealing his shame.
Time to test that comradeship-thing he’d always heard so much about.
He offered them a nervous smile. “Nah, nah, nothing like that. Just Rainbow got sick in there and well… she’s passed out and uh…”
Five faces stared at him in anticipation, waiting for him to finish with that thought.
Then Comet cracked a cocky, yet knowing, smile. “Well is she still free for a round two?”
The other ponies then realized what was going on and shared in that eager enthusiasm.
Soarin sighed in relief and stepped aside, holding the door open with his hindleg. “Knock yourselves out, kid. I doubt she’s in much of a position to fight back.”
“Thanks Cap,” Comet said, giving a playful salute before stepping inside and whistling. “Holy shit, boss, you did a hell of a number on her.”
“Well is that going to stop you?” Fleetfoot chided. “Any Wonderbolt worth their salt should be able to handle sloppy seconds.”
Soarin chuckled and stepped away from the bathroom, returning to the party.
Gods, he loved being a Wonderbolt.
