Author's Note

Contains: Bad end, the end of the Wonderbolts, null bulges, humiliation, and light stepping

Day 6 - Defeat (Lightning Dust/Spitfire)

“Y’know? This is a good look on you, Cap’n! I bet you’re happy you lost that race!”

Lightning Dust’s voice crooned as he smirked down at Spitfire, lifting the kneeling stallion’s chin with a finger.

Spitfire wasn’t kneeling at his own fruition, forced into the position by the latex suit he was forced into wearing. A flight suit similar to one he wore as a Wonderbolt, but black and green to befit the victorious stallion standing before him. His new Washouts uniform pulled tight against his body, tighter than his former loser Wonderbolts suit, and the material was far warmer and thicker.

As thick as it was, there was no part thicker than between his legs. A heavy bulge sprung from the formerly proud captain’s crotch, twitching and throbbing as it demanded and begged for attention. Despite this, no matter how much his poor hands ground against it, he could feel nothing but more than a bit of pressure against it.

“Ah-ah! No touching!” Lightning Dust smiled maliciously as he grabbed both of Spitfire’s hands and raised them above his head. “Now, what do you say to Master?”

“G…” Spitfire sputtered, trying to force himself to bite back the words before they flowed right out of his mouth. “Good Wondersluts obey Master Lightning Dust!”

The very words made Spitfire whimper, bucking his hips upwards ineffectually into his hands. To this, Lightning Dust couldn’t help but laugh out proudly. In the midst of his laughter, he lifted a heavy boot, pressing it hard into the submissive stallion’s null bulge and making him moan out in pleasure.

“Gooooood Slutfire~” Lightning Dust snickered, lifting his boot higher and roughly forcing Spitfire onto the ground with a press to his chest. “Again!”

“Good Wondersluts obey Master Lightning Dust!”

“Again!”

“Good Wondersluts obey Master Lightning Dust!”

“Such a good little loser. Already learned your place.” Lightning Dust smiled, again pressing his boot hard into the bulge beneath him. “Maybe, if you’re good enough, I’ll let you show little Soarin’ how it’s done~”