Dowsing Fires.

by RapeTrain-Express

Rating: mature
Tags: Spitfire, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Sad, Soarin, Sex
Length: 5685

Soarin loses a bit of his mind and rapes Spitfire out of love and hate.

What if a certain Wonderbolt named Soarin had deeper feelings for his fellow teammate Spitfire? What if that teammate had feelings for him in return but only to a certain level. What if he decides to man up and approach her about his deeper feelings? What happens when she says no?

Proof read and slightly edited by someone who wishes to remain anonymous.

Published 2013-01-15 12:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-15 12:30:01 UTC

Friendship gone bad

“RISE AND SHINE MY FAVORITE TEAMMATE!!!

Soarin groaned and grunted as heard the words of his Wonderbolt teammate Spitfire shouting into his room to wake him from his slumber. As his eyes tried to focus on the window he was facing, Soarin just whined at the sight of the sun rising over the clouds. His body was sore from the heavy drinking he and his team mates did at the bar. His head hurt really horribly and he didn’t want to move from his cushioned area.

“Wake up sleepy head! We need to get our laps done for the day!” Spitfire said cheerfully.

Soarin wondered how she had so much energy considering she drank the most out of everypony. What questioned it more was that she even had a mare in her room right after for the night which each resulted in less sleep for him.

Turning from the window, Soarin’s eyes met with the smiling Pegasus. She was beautiful, in fact too beautiful. Her fiery mane flowed out majestically and her coat almost radiated the suns intensity. Just above her eyes was a pair of racing goggles indicting she was already set for action.

Letting his mind think about her flying skills, he zoned out for a few seconds. Her grace in the sky was unmatched, her speed was second only to Fleetfoot, and her agility in the sky was legendary. She was everything he wasn’t, and he almost hated her for it.

Of course there was things he loved about her. She had the best body out of the whole team. Her frame was sleek, muscular, and perfectly toned. Along with those traits she had a very strong attitude towards everyone. When it came to close friends and fans, she was all smiles but when it came down to training and whipping Wonderbolt trainees into shape, she got serious and even once made a few new recruits at the Academy piss themselves.

“Come on Soarin! I want to do a hundred laps before I have to take off to the Academy before the first years show up.” Spitfire begged as she trotted to his bed side and gently shook him.

Soarin groaned as he pushed off his blanket and sat up to face her.

“Alright, alright just let me take a shower to wake myself up…” He grunted as he moved off the bed and stood on all fours.

“Make it quick! I only got a few hours before I need to head out.” Spitfire said as she hopped on his bed and laid down on it.

Soarin looked at her and couldn’t help but laugh at what she just did. Turning for his bathroom he quickly walked in and started up the shower. It didn’t take for the water to heat up and once it did, he quickly entered and felt more calm and happy as the soothing water beat against his fur. Not wanting to keep her waiting long he stood on his hindlegs, reached for the soap, and started to scrub his body.

As he washed his body, the mental image of Spitfire lounging on his bed stuck in his mind like a piece of bubblegum would stick under a school desk. Picturing her sly smile and she laid spread out on the bed ready for him excited his mind. The image continued to play out as he saw himself approaching the bed and getting on top of it. He could see his hoof glide across her soft chest and she would coo softly as it did. The scene only got better as she took his hoof and started to push it downward to a certain place...

“Hey Soarin you almost done in there?” Spitfires shouted out from behind his bathroom door that broke his day dreaming.

Quickly remembering he was still in the shower he thought of an excuse.

“Y-yeah I’m almost done. T-the water just took a bit longer to heat up!” He replied back in a very nervous tone.

Suddenly he felt something different with his body, namely in his lower region. Looking down he noticed his dick was fully erect and he started to panic. He couldn’t leave the bathroom with that on or Spitfire would get creeped out on a huge level. He had no time to fap and refused to keep her waiting any longer.

“I-I’ll be done in a minute!” He said as he quickly decided to turn off the hot water and made it ice cold in hopes it would slow the blood into his throbbing erection.

"Ga-gahh! C-cold..." Soarin said quietly as he felt the ice cold water hit his fur.

His erection started to go down thanks to the cold water and he turned it off once it was fully flaccid. Stepping out of the shower he quickly dried his body off and tried to calm down. Taking a deep breath he opened the door was and greeted by his orange friend. Noticing she wasn't on the bed burned any hopes he had to try and make his little day dream play out. The feeling took control of him for a second and his smile died down.

"You alright buddy?" Spitfire asked as she saw a small frown appear on his face the second he stepped out.

"O-oh, I-I'm fine Spits!" He said hopping she didn't start to think less of him.

Spitfire was a bit concerned but quickly shrugged it off, thinking she was over thinking it. Putting her smile back on she turned for the doorway out.

"You better get your head into it Bud! We got a lot of laps to hit today around the course outside!" Spitfire remarked putting a bit more attitude behind her voice.

Putting his stupid thoughts behind him, Soarin smiled and grabbed his goggles from his bedside dresser. With a bit of confidence he put his goggles on his head and walk to her side.

****

The sun was beautiful and the only blemishes in the sky were a few obstacle clouds positioned in front of them. What trival thoughts Soarin had invading his mind earlier were nonexistent. When he flew in the air, he forgot about everything and just focused strictly on flying. To his side was Spitfire keeping up with him and just enjoying the flying like he was. Time flew by slowly as they continually flew around the airborne race track. As they went past the starting line, the ticker showed they were hitting lap number 99.

"Hey Soarin. It’s our final lap! Ready to see if you can beat me today!?" Spitfire shouted as she flew beside her partner.

Soarin hated this part of his laps with Spitfire. For most of the laps they would shift from lead to just trailing behind so they were evenly matched. When it came down it the last, she would always beat him in a close race. He hated losing but he never showed his anger to her about it.

Soarin smiled regardless and nodded his head, hoping today would be the day to beat her. Focusing back on the track, they both picked up their speed and were neck in neck. Soarin pushed himself to beat her and a smoke trail started to build up behind him. He knew he was hitting his top speed and actually pulled in front of her for a few seconds.

Spitfire was a bit shocked that he did get in front of her, but simply chuckled and pushed her limit. Behind her a trail of fire started to show and she managed to catch up to him. Soarin noticed she was slowly passing her and knew it would end like it always does. But something inside of him made him go harder. Something wanted to him to prove he was the faster flier.

Seeing the finish line coming up quick, both of them went all out and raced for it. Soarin did his best to keep ahead but Spitfire gradually made it past him and he couldn’t catch up. He could feel his wings starting to get tired but he needed to prove to himself that he wasn’t weak. In one last attempt he sped up even more but it was too late. As both ponies crossed the finish line, Spitfire beat him by the length of a head.

“AWWWWWWW YEAH!” Spitfire cheered as they slowed down and stopped on a nearby cloud.

Soarin stayed quiet and frowned knowing he would always be in her shadow when it came to races. In all the years they flew together, not once had he ever beaten her. He always hoped the next day would be different but it never was. His determination to beat her started to evolve into something that was almost driven by anger. Every time he lost, that anger got bigger and bigger inside of them and eventually it would unleash outwards.

“Not bad Soarin! You really gave me a run for my bits today!” Spitfire said as she pushed her goggles up to her forehead.

Soarin didn’t answer her and just looked away in frustration and he snarled knowing he would never be a better flier then her. The race they had just proved it and he didn’t take too kindly to it.

“You ok Soarin? You’re not mad you lost our friendly race are you?” Spitfire said as she noticed he went quiet. With a bit of concern for her partner, she raised her hoof and rested it on his shoulder.

Soarin felt her soft hoof grace his fur and he tried to calm himself down.

“Nah I’m not mad, though I’m getting closer to beating you each day.” He answered back putting on a smile.

“True enough. You’ll be the better flier one day. You just got to push your limits from time to time without over doing it. Tell you what; I still got an hour before I need to head to the academy. How about I head back to my room, quickly freshen up, and then we’ll go out for breakfast? My treat!” Spitfire said as she flew into the air and held her hoof out.

Soarin took her hoof and started flying into the air. There were things he hated about her but this was why he also loved her. She was a good friend to him in every way and always cheered him up. He loved her, and hated her at the same time. She was the perfect friend that was better then him.

Letting her take the lead, he flew behind her back to Cloudsdale. For a few seconds Soarin flew in silence as he stared at her backside like he was in a trance. For all the good she did for him there was one thing she never gave him. She never gave him a simple one night stand between friends. Soarin knew he was in the same boat as the rest of the male members of his team. Spitfire only had a habit of sleeping around with the mares of the team and because his room was next to hers, he could often hear her and her female partner moaning loudly which in turn, gave him and aching boner he had to get rid of. Slowly and surely over the years the irritation of it all started to build on Soarin, and he wanted it to end. It even went a far for him to visit the doctor for some sleeping pills, considering the lack of sleep hit him hard in his performances and training days. As they hit the cloud walkway, Spitfire closed her wings and turned to him.

“Be a gentlecolt and walk me back to my room?” She asked with a slightly cocky grin.

“Might as well.” He simply answered back.

Once again letting her lead, Soarin found his eyes once again locked onto her swaying back side. The way it moved put a warm feeling in his gut and put a knot in his throat. He couldn’t take it anymore. Too many years of watching her backside and not getting anything from it. He wanted to just rut her on the spot, but he had self-control. He wanted to try and convince her to have a bit of pity sex with him. He was sure a simple fling would even him out and would put his mind at ease. Just once to get it out of his system. Just once was all he needed to be happy. He knew Spitfire was right about pushing his limits to be better and he was going to do that with her.

“Something on your mind bud?” Spitfire asked as she turned to look over her shoulder.

Soarin quickly looked away from her back side and walk faster to be beside her. Spitfire was a bit concerned to the way he was acting. She actually caught him being a bit more distant in the past few weeks and showed no sign of getting better. She tried to be more friendly and stuck around him more often hoping it would help him out. She wanted to pry more into it but every time she looked at him when his mind wandered, he almost looked like a time bomb ready to snap.

“Nah I’m fine. I just let my mind wander for a second.” He said putting a smile on his face.

Spitfire frowned and looked at the ground trying to figure out what to do with him.

The walk to her room was quiet and very awkward. Soarin couldn't get his mind of the race they had, while Spitfire continued to worry about him as she watched his face twitch a few times. Finally arriving back at the HQ and making their way to her room, they stopped in front of the door and looked at each other.

"Soarin...are you sure you're doing alright?" Spitfire asked suddenly.

"I'm fine Spits. Why do you keep asking?"

"It's just...you've been very quiet as of late and I'm worried about you. Come on, were friends and friends don't keep secrets from each other." She replied.

Soarin paused and just gave her a blank stare. He wanted to approach her later but now was the best time it seemed.

"Alright I've...been distracted. And...well I...ah horsefeathers! Spitfire! do...do you love me!?" He blurted out much to her surprise.

"I love you as a friend Soarin. Why do you ask?" Spitfire said a bit taken back by his words.

"Well do you...love me more than a friend?" He asked as his expression slowly deepened.

Now Spitfire could see what had him distant. He was in love with her but didn't know how to approach her. Sadly Spitfire had zero interest in boys and didn't want to break his heart. She didn't know what to say and wanted a few minutes to think to herself.

"Is that why you've been quiet lately? I...I don't want to be mean but...I just love you as a friend bud. Nothing more." Spitfire said quietly.

Soarin felt like his heart just got buried under a pile of ice. He always hoped she had a bit of interest in him but her words hit him like an arrow. Remaining silent, Soarin looked away with a saddened look on his face.

"Hey. Don’t let it get you down bud. There’s plenty other mares out there for you. A good stallion like you is bound to find a few lucky mares someday.” Spitfire said feeling sorry for what she just said. “Anyways, I’m going to freshen up quickly. We can talk more about this over breakfast if you feel like it.” Spitfire said putting her hoof on his shoulder and smiled weakly.

Soarin didn’t answer her and just stared at the floor in silence. Spitfires smile turned into a frown and she turned for her door. Looking over her shoulder at him, she opened the door and entered it. For some reason she had the nagging feeling that she should lock it yet she never did as she walked into her bathroom.

Soarin stared with a sad glare at front of her door. He still couldn’t believe that she turned him down as a friend. He gave her so much of his time and was always at her side. How could she say she wasn’t interested? How could she take his heart and basically crush it like that? He didn't want any other mare but her. Feeling his anger boil up he wanted answers from her now instead of later. Reaching for the door handle, he opened it up and entered….

Quietly looking around for where she went, he notice a blue of orange walking behing a nearby door. quickly walking to it, he pushed the door open and Spitfire screamed in shock. Before she could say a word, he charged forward and pushed her back up against the wall.

"S-Soarin what are you doing!?" She said in a panicked tone.

"You broke my heart Spits, I tried to get your attention countless times but you always kept your eyes on the other mares. Am I not important to you!?” Soarin snapped as he pushed her body hard against the bathroom wall.

“Soarin stop. You’re scaring me…” Spitfire said getting scared at the tone of his voice.

“It’s not fair Spits. Weve been good friends for so many years, yet youve ignored my feelings for you! Why don’t you want me like I want you!? I dream about you every night and it makes me feel empty inside.” He said as his voice started to get a bit more hysterical.

“Because you’re my friend and I don’t want to ruin it! Soarin get a hold of yourself!”

“Then what about the rest of the team!? You’re their friends as well, but you still sleep around with them!”

“It’s because they’re mares! I’m just not interested in you!!”

“How are you not interested in me!? I’m right behind you in skill and treat you fairly every day. I race you every day and always lose yet I don’t get mad over it! What about my feelings!?”

“I-I’m sorry, but I only like you as a friend. You’re not just a friend, you’re my best friend.”

Hearing that sentence made Soarin snap. A bit of his sanity left his head the moment she said best friend. No matter of words would convince her to change her views on him. He thought he had a chance before but now he knew he would never have her. He would be subjected to hearing her moan at night with another mare and he would always lose to her in races. He would be a good friend but nothing more or less.

Best friend? Best friend!? What kind of best friend are you? I do everything you ask of me and I never ask anything from you until now. Now that I do, you outright say no to me!?! If you’re not going to give me what I want, then I’ll take what I want…” Soarin said to her as he moved his lips in for a kiss.

Spitfire was still confused to why he couldn’t take no for an answer. She was scared but she didn’t have any interest in him at all. Even if she did, it was all gone from his vulgar display. Feeling a bit sorry for her next action, she brought her knee up and hit him right in his nuts. Soarin buckled over into the bath and Spitfire attempted to run away. Not wanting to lose his chance, Soarin did his best to ignore the pain and reach out with his hooves to grab her tail and then latched onto it with his teeth.

“Let go of my tail!” She screamed as she tried to yank it away.

“Gim me Wat I want!” He answered back with a mouthful of tail hair in his mouth.

Spitfire looked for an object to hit him with just to free herself, but as she was looking away, Soarin pulled his body up and tackled her body to the floor pinning her under his weight. Thankfully his larger mass and strength kept the Pegasus pinned and since he tackled her from behind, he didn’t have to worry about getting punched or kicked.

“Soarin please calm down!” Spitfire said realizing she was stuck underneath his large frame.

Pushing his full weight down, he pushed her body to the cold floor and she gasped as she felt her lungs being crushed.

“S-Soarin I can’t…breathe…” She coughed out felting the air leave her body.

“Please…give me what I want. I don’t want to hurt you.” Soarin begged calming down a little bit, not wanting to get more violent then he already was.

Easing a bit on her body he moved up and waited for an answer.

“Soarin please…don’t do this…” She begged.

“Why can’t I have you!?”

“BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE BOYS!” Spitfire screamed at him.

“Grrr. FINE! You brought this upon yourself!” He snapped back as he pushed her head hard into the floor and held it in place.

Spitfire tried to free herself from his hold but his strength was too much for her. Having her head pinned against the floor she rested her body so she could catch her up. Before she could however, she suddenly gasped and felt something a bit wet and sleek poke at her inner leg.

“I-is that your…” Spitfire said a bit frightened to feel his stallionhood poking at her.

“Do you feel that hovering under your stomach Spits?” Soarin said with a slightly crazed grin on his face as he moved his body a bit so his erection was touching her gut.

“SOARIN! Please Don’t do something you’ll regret!” Spitfire plead feeling his sleek member brushing against her stomach.

“Regret? The only thing I’ve regretted was being behind you for all those years. I always loved the view of your ass but now I want it and I want you. Just once. Just once is all I ask for. Please Spitfire I don’t want to hurt you!” He answered back giving his voice a low yet maddened tone.

Spitfire didn’t know what to do. She felt his body pushing hard against hers and feared he may end up hurting her by accident. In one part of her mind she wanted to give him what he wanted and just get away from him afterwards, but the other part wanted her to flee and call for help. She couldn’t find an answer and stayed quiet.

“Is…your silence a yes?” Soarin asked like a lost child.

“I…I don’t…”

“Please. Just once. Just once and I’ll never ask for this again. Please…” He begged at her just wanting to just say yes.

Without realizing it, Soarin’s hoof was pushing harder against her skull. Spitfire was getting more and more scared that he would end up killing her if she said no. That little voice that was telling her to give into his demands was getting louder and louder in her head.

“ Soarin…do…do what you want.” She said giving in.

Soarin smiled and took in a large amount of air into his lungs like he was about to scream in joy. Like an eager, horny, colt he fidgeted around and brought the head of his erection to her lips. He was so happy he would get to enjoy it just once.

“Thank you Spitfire. Thank you so much.” He said in a low and raspy tone still trying to take in the words she spoke.

Spitfire just stared at the wall and waited for it to happen. She could fight back but she didn’t know the extent of his strength in his angered state. Spitfire gasped underneath her breath as she felt the head of it start to enter her. Her body tensed and trembled as her unwanted guest started to violate her. Spitfire could hear him *aww’ing* very quietly as his thick, stallion cock went further and further in. The more it went, the more she started to hate him.

Spitfire quickly felt it sliding out a bit before he made his hips do a large thrust, which in turn send the thing inside of her nearly making her take the full thing. She instantly froze up and opened her mouth to scream, yet no words came out of her. For a brief few seconds she lost her focus and her vision started to blur. The sudden shock of the penetration sent her wings to stand fully out. She could feel her walls stretched far past the limits she thought they held.

Soarin just simply closed his eyes, put a creepy smile on his face, wrapped his hooves around her body, and started to rock his hips with excitement. Just the feeling of it moving inside of her made her mind swirl with uncertainty. Every thrust she felt was almost like it was untimely and erratic. There was no proper flow, nor any emotion behind it. It almost reminded her of an eager colt drunk on cider fucking for the first time ever.

Soarin was in awe at how great she felt. Her muscular frame only seemed to add to her extreme tightness. He also loved how there was no resistance at all and only wanted to go deeper. Slowing his thrusts down, he pulled out his member and readied his body to make it go fully in. Before Spitfire could even say a word, he slammed his hips forward again, driving his cock all the way inside of her, to the hilt.

“AHA!” Spitfire cried as she felt the whole thing go inside of her.

Spitfire wanted to cry at how deep he went inside of her but she held back. Feeling his erection starting to move again, the only thing she could do was twitch her legs a bit to try and get her mind off of the pain. It hurt more than anything and she wished it would just end. Every thrust she felt hurt more than the next, and she felt like she was getting ripped apart.

Spitfire just did her best and stayed still while he thrust into her. Soarin was her best friend, but she felt nothing for him hatred for him now. No love and certainly no desire. She couldn't believe that this is what he really wanted from her. She did her best to be a good friend but it backfired on her.

Just the feel of his member moving in and out of her disgusted her. It was repulsive. Vile. Sickening. How could he do this to her? Was he trying to prove to himself that he wasn’t weak in her eyes? Maybe he was doing this just so he could feel more confident about himself. Whatever drove him to have her though, she had no love for it.

As if rebelling against her mind, she felt her muscles tighten up and squeeze Soarin’s erection tightly. Closing her eyes tightly she bit her lip to try and forget the feeling rising up in her body. Sadly it was no use and as she let out a muffle cry, she felt her body twitch and then relax slightly.

Sadly her orgasm only brought more excitement into Soarin crazed mind. Hearing her moan like she did, along with the warm feeling that was wrapping around his member and exiting through the hole almost made him squee like a mare. He just made his best friend cum from his erection. He was so worried he would finish before her and not give her any satisfaction from it. Knowing she had gotten off just made his already erratic thrusts go faster and harder into her. Before it felt like there no resistance at all, now it just felt perfect as her cum lubed his dick perfectly. Her pussy was like his Wonderbolt suit. It wrapped around him perfectly and it was the greatest thing to have on.

Spitfire said nothing as he quickened his pace. The only feeling she had was the pinch of her lips drawing blood from being bitten too hard. She could feel her face heating up and her backside hurting more and more the longer he went on. She wanted to cry just to let out her frustration and anger for him, but something held her back. Maybe it was her pride, maybe it was the fact she didn't want to show any weakness to him, or maybe it was something else but whatever it was it kept her quiet.

“I won’t leave it in.” Soarin suddenly grunted taking her mind off of the pain she was feeling.

Soarin was hitting his climax at a fast speed. Her insides felt a like furnace and her inner walls refused to loosen around his erection. He wanted to leave it inside of her but he knew better. He didn’t want a kid yet but he did want to have one with her in the future. He was sure after this she would end up loving him more. Feeling the switch getting hit, he thrusted forward and held it in until he couldn’t hold it in. Just before he could pull it out fully, a bit of his semen got launched into her.

Spitfire just cringed as she felt his warm seed hit her on the inside but then felt the rest of it hit her chest briefly and then felt the remainder hit her front hooves and the floor. She was happy he pulled out like he said he would but still hated him more than anything.

“Thank you Spits. Thank you…” He said as he leaned his face into her back and kissed it.

“Get out.” Spitfire said almost ominously as her words finally returned to her.

“B-but we’re still friends right?” He asked a bit shocked to hear the anger in her voice.

“Get out!” She snapped at him and felt his body move off of her slightly.

“Spits…Wh-AHHH!!” He started to say but got cut off as soon as he felt her hard back leg buck right into his left knee.

Soarin fell back and held his knee in pain. It hurt more than her previous kick to his nuts. Before he knew she held back but this time she didn’t. As he held his knee, he saw her get up and face him. Her body was sore and weak but she had enough anger to get her moving. Looking at her face all he saw was hurt, anger, and sadness.

“B-but I thought…” Soarin said holding his knee.

“What!? Did you think I would forgive you for do that!? I only let you do that because I was afraid you would do something reckless and hurt me, though you still hurt me on the inside. Was it worth it Soarin? Was it worth our friendship just so you could bang me like that!? WAS IT!!?” She snapped as she pushed her front hooves into his shoulders and pinned him against the wall.

Soarin didn't know what to say to her. In all the years he knew her, she never raised her voice at him. For a brief few seconds he felt like a child being scorned by his mother.

“I…I…” Were the only words he could mutter out.

“Get out of my room and get out of my life. I don’t want to see you ever again.” She said as she slapped his face which made him fall to the floor.

Feeling like his heart just got ripped out; he speed crawled to the door and quickly got up to ran away. As he exited her room and shut the door behind him, a bit of his sanity returned to him and he realize what he really did. He raped his best friend because he was weaker than her. His mind turned his affection for her into a twisted idea that took power of him. Realizing his mistake he turned for the door and opened it.

“S-Spitfire I’m...” He said softly as he opened the door and peered inside.

Looking inside he could see that Spitfire had gotten up and made her way to her kitchen area.

“I SAID GET OUT!!!” She screamed as she picked up a nearby mug and threw it at the door.

Closing the door just in the nick of time, he heard it shattered against the wooden plank. Realizing she would never look at him the same way again, he sulked to the bottom of the floor. He didn’t know what he was going to do know. Though he was born to be a Wonderbolt, he felt he had no right to stay one.

Feeling his emotions swell up, he felt his jaw tremble and felt nothing but hatred for what he just did. He knew he would get in trouble for his reckless actions and even feared what would happen. Sucking back his whining he rose to his feet and look at the door and heard something from the other side.

He could hear his once best friend crying. His whole body froze up and he went quiet. He never heard her cry in his life, and he knew he was the cause of her tears. Time slowly ticked away as he just listened and regretted it. He wanted to go in and apologize but what right did he have? He wanted to do something but he would only make it worse than it was.

Keeping his head low he walked down the hallway until her cries became nonexistent. Words couldn’t fix this mess nor would any other actions. Actions could mend it a bit but it would only leave a nasty scar behind. Settling to do something rather than nothing, he came up with his idea. He would turn himself in for his crime and face his punishment with what little honor he still had left. Tossing his goggles off of his head and to the floor, he ran out of the building and made way for Canterlot.