Life is Fleeting

After the Wonderbolts soccer team beat the Shadowbolts, they were all feeling a bit high, so the most popular teammates decided to go back to Rainbow’s house for a bit of fun to celebrate. The regulars were here: Rainbow, Soarin, Spitfire, and Thunderlane. Fleetfoot was also invited, despite her being fairly new as a player and honestly not as good as them. She was hoping to fit in more with the rest of them, so she’d even agreed to bring over some of her personal porn collection to show off, personal as in she herself being in the videos.

So now the five of them sat on Rainbow’s brightly colored bed, looking at the computer on her desk across the room where the videos were playing. They were all still in their soccer uniforms, only having taken off their shoes at the door.

Rainbow sat next to Soarin, which wasn’t unusual since they were dating. Maybe that meant it also wasn’t unusual that each of them had a hand in the front of the other’s soccer shorts, though Fleetfoot sure wished they’d cut it out. There was no shame present there, and one could easily see that behind the cloth, Soarin’s fingers were digging into Rainbow and she was stroking him off, a bit of his erection visible above the top of his shorts. Each of them had a bear in their free hand.

Similarly, Spitfire sat in Thunderlande’s lap, Thunderlane reaching around with one hand to reach under her uniform shirt and grope her. His free hand, as well as one of Spitfire’s, also had a drink. Spitfire leaned forward briefly, holding a piece of paper with some white powder on it. She snorted a line of it, and rolled her eyes back as she put it down and relaxed. While Fleetfoot couldn’t really tell them not to get lewd while watching porn of her, she definitely wished she’d known about the hard drugs before coming over.

Fleetfoot sat by herself on the very end of the bed, profoundly uncomfortable, not having taken a drink when it was offered. Also, unlike the others, her eyes weren’t wide and crazy with the effect of the drugs the others were taking. If she’d known exactly what would go on, she would have never accepted the invite..

On the computer screen was a personally made video of Fleetfoot going down on Lyra while she ate out BonBon and BonBon licked Fleetfoot, a big cunnilingus circle. It wasn’t as good as top notch porn with the stationary camera and all, but at least the sounds of their wet licking was hot. Fleetfoot wished she wasn’t distracted by her friends too much to enjoy it.

“Didn’t realize you’d gotten with those two,” Thunderlane chuckled. “You’re a bit of a pussy magnet huh.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rainbow rolled her eyes. “I just wish she’d brought something with a bit more dick in it.”

“Yeah,” Spitfire chuckled as she turned to nuzzle Thunderlane. “The first two were okay, but this is the third gay one you brought.”

“And it’s you with those dead girls too,” Soarin said, alarmingly casual with saying it that way.

“W-we don’t know they’re dead,” Fleetfoot felt herself go cold, as she’d been trying not to think about it. It’d slipped her mind when she chose this video. “They’re just missing.”

“I’m completely sure they’re dead,” Rainbow said, though it was hard to say why she was so certain.

“You got anything other than pussy vids, Fleetfoot?” Soarin asked, moving a hand to shush Rainbow.

“I thought that’s what you wanted,” Fleetfoot said, arms crossed, trying to hide her discomfort. “Why else would you ask me to bring personal porn? Did you think a lesbian would have anything but lesbian porn?”

“I didn’t know you were a dyke,” Thunderlane said. “Honestly, I was hoping to get you high and get in your pants tonight. That’s the only reason I agreed to let you in on it, but you won’t even get drunk with us.”

What a thing to say while his girlfriend sat in his lap, but Spitfire didn’t seem fazed by it.

“Dude, we’re not even old enough to be drinking,” Fleetfoot said. “Much less the cocaine. How much did you pay for all this shit?”

“I can’t believe she’s a fucking lesbo,” Soarin said, ignoring all else she said.

“Um, Pinkie fucking ate me out in front of all of you in the locker room after the game,” Fleetfoot groaned. “And spent the whole time yammering about how delicious my ‘girl sweat’ was. How did you not know I was gay?”

“Whatever,” grunted Rainbow. “That doesn’t mean anything; Pinkie fucks anything that moves and some things that don’t. Besides, it’s fine if you wanna go for pussy, just take some dick too! God damnit, I wouldn’t have invited you if I’d known this.”

“What the fuck, Dash?” Fleetfoot started to get angry. “What’s with all of your attitudes? You’re all friends with several lesbian couples. Hell, you probably bought those drugs from Vinyl.”

“Yeah,”snorted Thunderlane, “Octavia was making out with her and fucking her with a cello bow as Vinyl handed us the drugs, it was hilarious.”

“So what’s the problem?” Fleetfoot was severely tempted to leave at this point, but it was hard when she’d been driven there in Rainbow’s car without telling anyone no less.

“We could always make our own straight porn,” chuckled Spitfire. “We all got cell phones with cameras, right?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Fleetfoot groaned. “The last thing I want to see is nasty cocks getting whipped out. You guys groping each other is bad enough… ugh.” She’d never been more certain about her own gayness, the other couples making out having left her sick to her stomach.

“Maybe you just haven’t had the right dick in you,” smirked Thunderlane.

“I haven’t ever had a dick in me, and never will thank you very much,” Fleetfoot shook her head and stood up, walking up to the computer and stopping the video just as herself on screen was orgasming. “Whatever dudes. I’ll take my videos and one of you can take me home, or if you’re too high I’ll just go sleep in your guest room until the morning. Then you breeders can make babies to your heart’s content.”

But Fleetfoot leaving isn’t what happened. Spitfire stood up, walking up behind Fleetfoot and grabbing her arms. Spitfire pulled Fleetfoot’s arms behind her and dragged her back towards the bed. It took a moment before Fleetfoot even processed that one of her best friends had restrained her.

“What the fuck, Spitfire?!” Fleetfoot growled. “Let me go!”

“You wanted to get in her pants, right, sweets?” Spitfire said to Thunderlane. “Well here’s your chance, boy! You heard her, she’s never had a real cock in there.”

“That’s what I’m talking about!” grinned Thunderlane. “Hold the dyke down, time to show her what her holes are for!”

Fleetfoot struggled, looking over towards Rainbow Dash. Surely Rainbow would stop them, right?

“I’ll get it on video!” Rainbow said as she pulled her hand free of Soarin’s pants and pulled out her cell phone. “You can fuck her too if you want, Soarin.”

“Fucking yeah I’m fucking her too,” grinned Soarin, pulling his own hand free and standing up. “You called her pussy, Thunder? I’ll break in her asshole.”

“Fucking hell!” Fleetfoot struggled as Spitfire dragged her back to the bed. “You gotta be shitting me! You’re not just going to let your boyfriends rape me are you?”

“Rape and sharing doesn’t count as cheating, moron,” Rainbow chuckled, bringing her cell phone up and turning on the video. “Say cheese, Dykefoot!”

Seriously? Fleetfoot couldn’t believe what was happening. What should she do? She had just joined the team, and these people had practically been her heroes at the time, but here they were drugged off their ass about to commit correctional rape on her. Her eyes darted around, trying to think of something to do, anything, but she was stuck.

“Guys, stop fucking around!” Fleetfoot’s expression changed slowly from anger to fear, feeling cold despite being pressed against Spitfire’s warm body, but all she could do was beg. Rainbow’s house was far enough away from neighbors that screaming wouldn’t do any good.

“Oh we’ll be fucking around all right,” Thunderlane grinned as he unlatched his shorts. “I’m going to make sure you love cock by the time you leave here.”

One could already see his bulge through his pants, and when he tugged down his shorts and underwear in one go, his throbbing shaft flopped out for all to see. Rainbow got on her knees in front of him, briefly running her tongue from base to tip, slurping on the tip several times. Rainbow made sure to get it on the video as she did, then winked at the camera with a grin on her face.

Spitfire didn’t seem to mind Rainbow giving her boyfriend’s dick a slurp. She was more interested in holding Fleetfoot. She sat back on the bed, easily strong enough to hold the smaller girl’s arms behind her back as she forced her to sit on the bed as well.

“Fucking sick!” Fleetfoot said, face full of disgust as her eyes locked onto Thunderlane’s goods. She looked back at Spitfire. “Spitfire… come on… we’re friends… please don’t do this.” She turned to Rainbow. “Come on, girl. You’re not really going to help some guys rape another girl are you? Rainbow come on! Put yourself in my position!”

“I’ve already been in your position,” smirked Rainbow. “Me and Spitfire swap all the time. Trust me, taking two cocks at once is awesome, you’ll love it.”

“You know what I fucking mean!” shouted Fleetfoot so loudly that her voice cracked and she gagged several times.

Thunderlane took off his shirt and socks, leaving his body fully exposed. All the athletes had hot builds, but he had a nicely sized dick in addition. It wasn’t porno sized, but definitely longer than the average high school senior.

Soarin wasn’t bad looking either, his thick blue dick flopping out as he ditched his pants as well, quickly following with the rest of his clothes. Rainbow got on her knees again to give him a slurp as well, again making sure to get it on camera.

“Fuck this is making my pussy so wet,” Rainbow grunted. “I envy you feeling her struggle already, Spitfire.”

“Oh I am drenched feeling this slut writhe,” confirmed Spitfire.

“Come on guys, please,” Fleetfoot continued to beg, tears rolling down her face now. “Don’t do this… just let me go now and I swear I won’t say anything!”

“You won’t say shit to anyone anyway,” Rainbow laughed, turning the camera to Fleetfoot. “Not unless you want the whole Internet to see you lose your cock-virginity. Or maybe you wanna go missing like those other dykes.”

“Don’t even joke like that!” Fleetfoot screeched as the males came towards her, kicking and flailing her legs desperately, unafraid to aim for some dick shots at this point, but not landing any as they stayed out of reach.

“Fucking hell,” Thunderlane growled. “Looks like she’s going to be a bitch about it. We’re trying to be nice, you dumb carpet muncher.”

“It’s not like you’re getting out of this,” Soarin chuckled. “Just spread ‘em and take a few dicks. How do you know you won’t like it?”

“God damnit,” Spitfire sounded frustrated. “Rainbow? Get this insufferable cunt to stop kicking.”

“Got it,” Rainbow said.

Without hesitation, Rainbow switched the camera to her left hand and drew back her right fist. Fleetfoot was kicking for the guys, and didn’t expect Rainbow to step up to her and land her best soccer kick right between Fleetfoot’s legs. Fleetfoot cried out in surprise as Rainbow cunt-punted her hard enough that her toes might have briefly penetrated through Fleetfoot’s shorts.

Fleetfoot went limp for a moment from the first kick, and Soarin and Thunderlane moved closer instead. Thunderlane balled up a fist and slammed it into Fleetfoot’s gut, knocking the wind out of her. Rainbow stepped back to concentrate on filming, as both Soarin and Thunderlane laid into Fleetfoot, punching her repeatedly.

As their fists repeatedly slammed into her face, breasts, and gut, Fleetfoot could only grunt as the wind was knocked out of her again and again. It was as surreal as it was agonizing, especially with their hard dicks flapping up and down as they punched. It’d be humorous in another context. After softening her with punches until their fists bled, they took terms kicking her in the crotch as Rainbow had, sending shocks through her body as they bruised her goods.

“Damn dudes!” Spitfire looked wide-eyed at the violence, leaning forward to push Fleetfoot into the strikes. “You keep beatin’ this bitch like that and I’ll cum just from holding her!”

“I’ll stop! I’ll stop!” Fleetfoot managed to screech between strikes. “No more, please no more!” She gagged as another strike smacked her pussy, vision too blurred to even see who’s ‘turn’ it was to kick her.

They got in another half-dozen punches before they stopped. Fleetfoot spat blood as she gagged, flinching for a few more moments before realizing they were done. She had bruises all over her face, blood drooling from her obviously broken nose and gagging up blood. Both eyes were black, one nearly swollen shut. The rest of her body wasn’t faring better, though her clothing hid most of the damage for now. Her whole body ached, even the parts that hadn’t been struck, like her whole nervous system was rebelling at the sudden damage.

As Fleetfoot was undressed, the injuries became more visible. Rainbow pulled off her shorts, licking her lips as she pulled them down to her ankles. Fleetfoot’s legs stayed limp, afraid to even move them for fear they’d mistake it for resistance and hurt her again. Soarin didn’t bother to take off Fleetfoot’s uniform shirt properly, instead ripping it up the middle to expose her chest. He yanked on her bra until the clasp on the back broke and it came free, groping at her small breasts, which were perfectly hand-sized. Thunderlane did the same with her panties, yanking them until the cloth tore, tossing them onto the floor and then kneeing her bare cunt one more time for good measure.

The rest of Fleetfoot’s body was as bad as her face. She was covered in bruises all over her breasts, chests, and belly. She cringed as her breasts were groped; just being touched was painful now. Even her pussy was surrounded with wicked black bruises. There was no way she’d feel pleasure getting fucked now, even if she were straight and horny.

“Oh, gods this has to be a nightmare!” Fleetfoot began to sob, her tears stinging at her swollen eyes. She felt dizzy, and almost wished that she’d pass out so she didn’t have to be aware during her defilement.

“It’ll be the best dream you’ve ever had once you got a cunt full of this!” Thunderlane got on his knees in front of her, pulling her hips to the edge of the bed into optimal raping position.

Fleetfoot pressed her legs together tightly at first. Soarin raised his fist at Fleetfoot though, and with a cry of fear she spread them wide. Thunderlane pulled himself between her legs and let his dick flop against her belly. He ran his hands up and down her bruised body, making her groan as he intentionally pressed in on the bruises. There was no way this was about getting her to ‘enjoy’ dick. They wanted her to suffer.

“You’re pretty smooth,” Thunderlane grinned. “You shave for all your muff munching buddies? Slut.”

“T-thunderlane,” Fleetfoot stammered. “Please dude, just think, don’t rape me, please. You’ll regret this when you’re not high anymore, you know you will.”

Thunderlane seemed to delight in her fear, letting his tip sit snugly against her lower lips to enjoy her fearful anticipation. Her body shivered violently as he ran his hands up and down. When Fleetfoot gagged up more blood onto her own chest, it only got smeared over her smooth body by his hands. She tried not to look down at her broken body or the throbbing shaft about to defile her.

“Guys I’m hurt,” Fleetfoot begged. “Seriously, I think I got internal bleeding or something. I need to go to the hospital.”

“No talking your way out of this,” said Spitfire, nipping at Fleetfoot’s ear as she slid behind her again.

“Hey, Dash, get a close up of the moment this carpet muncher takes a real dick for the first time!” Thunderlane ignored Fleetfoot’s pleas.

“Got it!” Rainbow zoomed in the camera, a grin on her face. “Too bad we can’t get her face and pussy both as she takes it.”

“I got it,” Soarin pulled out his phone, turning it on and zooming in his camera on Fleetfoot’s face.

Fleetfoot desperately searched her mind for something she could say that could stop her crazed friends from what they were doing. Didn’t they care that Fleetfoot was hurt? She felt dizzy and sick, and feared they were so out of it from the drugs that they might accidentally kill her.

“Dudes come on,” Fleetfoot’s face was wide-eyed with terror. “At least get a condom!”

“Don’t you take birth control?” asked Soarin.

“I’m a lesbian, so no, I don’t,” growled Fleetfoot in frustration. “Come on, guys! You’re doing this cause you’re high, you’ll regret this later guys!”

“Not our problem that you’re a dumb shit,” Spitfire scoffed. “Rape is a thing, you know, you should take it no matter what or you’re just asking for it.”

“Hope you’re ready to be a single teenage mom, Dykefoot,” Thunderlane’s grin widened. “Cause you won’t get a cent out of me!”

“This isn’t my fault!” Fleetfoot’s voice cracked as she tried to scream but gagged shortly after. She couldn’t believe they were trying to turn this around on her.

“The fuck it isn’t your fault,” Thunderlane looked angry, grabbing Fleetfoot by the throat and squeezing. “You show up with only dyke porn, then you refuse to drink or get high with us, then you have the nerve to expect none of us to fuck you just cause you don’t like dicks?”

“You knew when you came here that you’d end up getting raped,” Rainbow scoffed. “This is what you wanted!”

Fleetfoot panicked when Thunderlane cut her air off, but couldn’t do anything about it but writhe, Spitfire holding her arms behind her still. Thunderlane responded by gripping her harder, his fingers digging into Fleetfoot’s neck enough to bruise the flesh further. Was he actually going to…?

“Dude, careful, don’t actually kill her now,” Soarin finally disapproved, though only a bit. “I want her to be warm when I pop that ass cherry.”

“You say another word of complaint,” Thunderlane leaned forward and spoke to Fleetfoot, face inches from her own as his spittle landed on her. “And Soarin WILL be fucking a corpse. GOT IT?”

“Seriously, stop being such a baby about it, lesbo,” Rainbow rolled her eyes as she kept filming.

Fleetfoot’s eyes widened, or at least the one that wasn’t swollen completely shut. She took a moment to determine if he was serious, then decided he definitely was. She nodded quietly. Her whole body was quivering now, terrified to resist or even move, completely tensed in the knowledge of what was coming.

“F-fine,” Fleetfoot stammered. “Get it over with.”

“Apologize!” Thunderlane demanded.

“F-for what?” Fleetfoot looked confused, then flinched when Thunderlane moved his hand back toward her throat. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t, I just asked for what!”

“For being a dumb little cunt-fiend,” snarled Soarin, looking like he might start to wail on her with his fists again too. “And for waggling that ass at us all night and then pretending not to want it just to be a fucking cock-tease! Admit you fucking want cock! Then BEG for it!”

Fleetfoot couldn’t believe this was happening. These were all people she respected and trusted, and they were acting like this. She was actually getting gang-raped on video by all her best friends.

“I’m a dumb dyke I admit!” Fleetfoot said. “I’m sorry I apologize please don’t hurt me you’re right I wanted your cocks all along!” He words ran together in a stream, afraid a delay in getting them out would result in him hurting her more. “Please, I want your nasty dicks in all my holes!”

“Now see?” Thunderlane grinned. “That wasn’t so hard, slut. You could have avoided getting the shit beat out of you had you been honest.”

“I can’t believe I was friends with this stupid cunt,” Rainbow growled. “I was kinda hoping she’d keep resisting and die like the whiny bitch she is.”

“You can probably let the cunt go now that she admits it,” Soarin told Spitfire.

“Nah, I like feeling her squirm,” Spitfire groaned. “Goddess I’m so fucking wet right now.” She leaned her face over Fleetfoot’s shoulder, running her tongue up the side of her face to lick the tears flowing from her swollen eye, then wormed her tongue around to lick the clenched eye directly.

Thunderlane pushed himself forward, tip forcing apart Fleetfoot’s labia, groaning as he felt her warm lips slide over his shaft. Fleetfoot tensed, grunting in pain as he entered her for the first time. It was clear she’d never been penetrated by anything before, not even a dildo, and now she was getting her unaroused cunt rammed balls deep on the first thrust. It stung even more than she thought it would, the bruised flesh throbbing almost like a toothache in her vagina, and it was clear she’d get no pleasure from this.

Giving her no time to adjust, Thunderlane rammed his hips as hard as he could. The unaroused tunnel was shallower than it’d be moist, so he slammed against Fleetfoot’s cervix with each painful thrust. Fleetfoot’s whole body twitched every time his belly smacked against hers, desperately wanting to close her legs but forcing herself to keep them open despite the ocean of agony she was sinking into.

“Fuckin’ hot…” Rainbow groaned, sliding off her own clothes as she watched. When she removed her panties, one could see how wet she was, the damp cloth sticking slightly to her skin as her panties were pulled down.

Spitfire too released Fleetfoot just long enough to worm out of her clothing. Fleetfoot kept her arms behind her, terrified to do otherwise, and then Spitfire took hold of them again. She now felt Spitfire’s bare body against her own, larger breasts smushed against her back and nipples erect. Spitfire grinded her hips, leaving a wet smudge against one of Fleetfoot’s ass cheeks.

“I really wanna be disgusted at myself for this,” said Spitfire, licking her lips. That seemed unlikely. “But fuck yes, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Nothing wrong with enjoying a dumb slut’s humiliation,” Rainbow responded. “And it’s only the second hottest I’ve seen, but it might get better. I’m still hoping she tries to resist again so we can watch her die.”

Fleetfoot coughed, her unswollen eye looking downward, seeing her virgin blood smeared over the shaft that had her pussy well-stretched around its girth. She couldn’t take her eyes off it for a moment, like looking at a car crash, and her bruised flesh ensured that it felt more like he was fucking a stab wound than her pussy.

“Fucking tight,” Thunderlane groaned. “Dry as shit though.” He put his hand around Fleetfoot’s throat, “You like it, bitch? Are you still a cock-hater?”

Fleetfoot shrieked when his hand moved around her throat, expecting him to squeeze again. She stammered quickly when he didn’t, “N-no! I love your cock! I want to be your cum bucket!” She barely got out the next words through her sobs, “Thunderlane come on, I’m cooperating, please don’t hurt me any more, come on…”

“The fuck you’re cooperating!” Thunderlane growled. “Prove you like cock by getting wet! I want to feel cunt honey rolling down my balls, got it?”

“You will!” Fleetfoot screamed, closing her good eye and pausing to hold in a hurl again. She wasn’t sure how to make herself get wet; she tried to concentrate on it, but of course it didn’t work that way. The stabbing pain shooting through her body made it an impossible effort.

“That’s it,” Thunderlane groaned. “Getting a bit damp down there. It’s worth being a bit dry though. Goddess, I can’t believe how hot it feels to rape a cunt that hates cock.”

“Nothing better,” Soarin said as if he had experience. “Just the power trip alone makes it so much hotter.”

No doubt Fleetfoot’s body was dampening as a defensive action; she couldn’t have felt arousal no matter what they or she did right now. It was likely if she lived she’d have trouble enjoying sex with anyone ever again in fact. She sank into a pit of despair and humiliation as her whole body blushed, not that they could tell beneath the black and blue bruising.

“I-it’s not rape, I love all cock!” Fleetfoot said before gagging up another mouthful of blood, drooling down her chin. Every word out of her mouth made her sicker, but what else could she do? This was literally a matter of life and death.

“Good answer, slut,” Thunderlane grinned. “Ah yeah, here it cums. Your dumb cock-teasing pussy is about to be used for what it’s for. You ready to get knocked up, bitch?”

“Y-yes please, put a baby in me,” Fleetfoot sobbed. “Just please don’t hurt me, I’m cooperating.”

“Oh, fuck yes, so fucking hot,” Spitfire moaned. Her eyes rolled back as she had an orgasm herself from all of Fleetfoot’s writhing against her, drenching Fleetfoot’s behind in moisture. She shivered and began lapping up Fleetfoot’s tears again.

“Heh, freshly minted cock slut there,” Rainbow laughed, holding the camera with one hand as she fingered herself with the other. “She’ll be begging to come to our private orgies in the future, I’ll bet.”

“Maybe we should invite a few more guys if she does,” Spitfire smirked. “We might need to to satisfy this cum slut.”

Thunderlane gritted his teeth, grabbing hold of Fleetfoot’s battered breasts and squeezing, each fitting snugly into his hand. He twisted them as hard as he could, and gave several more violent thrusts into the unwilling pussy. He groaned as he painted her insides white, continuing to thrust as if to pack in his young fertile seed.

After taking a moment to relax, Thunderlane took Fleetfoot by the neck again. Fleetfoot was too broken to even cry out by this point.

“You’re not going to get it scraped out are you?” Thunderlane demanded. “Because if you are, I have no reason to leave you alive!”

“I’ll have it I swear!” Fleetfoot begged. “Please don’t kill me, don’t kill me I’ll have it I swear!” She had no intention of doing so, but that was something to tell him when he wasn’t high, preferably as he was led away by police.

“Dude!” Soarin complained again. “I said not to make her a corpse before I break her ass in!”

Were they seriously considering actually killing Fleetfoot? No, surely not. It was just threats to scare her.

Soarin handed his phone to Thunderlane for continued filming and pulled his friend back from Fleetfoot. Thunder’s cock pulled free of her with a lewd slurp, though not nearly as lewd as the wet suction of Fleetfoot’s rape a minute earlier.

“I’m tired of holdin’ this dumb slut,” Spitfire said, releasing Fleetfoot’s arms. “Don’t make me regret it or I’ll break your fucking arms.”

As Soarin moved close though, one of Fleetfoot’s hands moved instinctively to his chest without her even realizing it at first. She definitely realized it though when Soarin grabbed her hand and bent her fingers back.

“Oh goddess I’m sorry I was just holding you!” Fleetfoot panicked.

“Bullshit!” Soarin said. “You tried to push me away! Looks like you’re not completely cured of being a lezbo yet, you muff diving little shit!”