Chapter 4: Learning to Fly

“This is nice,” Twilight murmured happily, lying on her sofa while her mother was brushing her mane.

“Yes, it is,” Velvet agreed with a pleasant smile. “I was so glad to hear you got this project finished. Nothing will get in the way of our family bonding time today.”

Twilight froze in horror and her left eye began to twitch. “You did not just say that.” As if on cue there was a knock on the door. “Why would you say something like that,” she moaned. “You're a writer, mom! You should know better!”

“Oh, don't be silly, dear,” Velvet protested, getting up and walking over to the door. “Real life isn't that ironic. And if it actually is somepony to see the Princess, I'll just tell them she's been grounded.”

“Who would believe that?” Twilight giggled.

“Probably nopony,” Velvet replied with a wink. “I haven't grounded you once in 24 years. I'm not about to start now. Then again, they don't need to know that.”

She opened the door and was greeted by the sight of a large burlap sack. “Hello,” she asked and got a startle, when the face of a grey mare with a blonde mane suddenly popped out from behind the huge bag.

“Got some mail for you,” she said cheerily.

“All of that?” Velvet asked in astonishment.

The mare looked at it and then squinted her crossed eyes at her trusty clipboard. “Yep, pretty sure. Haven't delivered anything to the wrong address in almost a week. Is Twilight here? I'm gonna need a signature for the packages in there.”

“Uhm, it's alright. I'm her mother. I can sign for them.”

The mare's face lit up and she began to shake Velvet's hand vigorously. “It's nice to meet you. I'm Derpy Hooves. Derpy Mare Mail.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Derpy.” Wow, Velvet thought. She had once named a character in one of her books Derpy who was a bit of a klutz. Almost as soon as it had hit the stores, the publisher had to recall the book, after receiving outraged letters from people who thought she was making fun of people with disabilities and Velvet was forced to change the name of the character. With a grimace she wondered what kind of parent would actually name their child Derpy on purpose.

After Velvet had signed, Derpy turned around, took a running start and with a flap of her pegasus wings was off into the air. The act was only slightly marred by her bumping into a potted plant by the door and knocking it over in the process. “Oops, my bad!” she called back over her shoulder.

Velvet shook her head and made her way back to the living room, levitating the sack in front of her with her magic.

She found her daughter still sitting on the couch with her eyes snapped shut and her hands covering her ears. “What is it?” she asked. “Thousand year old demi-gods with a grudge rising? Long forgotten Empires appearing out of nowhere? Changeling invasion? The creatures of Tartarus breaking free? Please don't tell me it's parasprites!”

“It was just the mail mare.”

Twilight opened one eye and looked at the bag. “Well, that's almost as bad.”

“What is all this?” her mother asked, curiously peering into it.

“Well, judging by the last few batches, congratulatory notes on my ascension, sometimes with gifts, petitions to change laws, invitations to fancy dinner parties, oh, and probably a fair number of wedding proposals as well.” She had added that last one almost as an afterthought.

“Wedding proposals?” Velvet squealed. She dove into the bag and found a letter that was sealed with a heart-shaped sticker. She ran over to the couch and sat next to her daughter, holding the letter in front of her face and giving her a puppy dog look.

“Mom!” Twilight protested with a roll of her eyes.

“Come on, it'll be fun,” she said as she shoved the piece of parchment into her hands. “Open it.”

Twilight sighed and used her magic to unseal the envelope without ripping it. She cleared her throat and began to read out loud.

Dear Princess Twilight,

you don't know me and I will only be in Ponyville for a short time. Yet your spectacular beauty has captured this humble stallion's heart. You are the shining new star of Equestria and all the land loves you. Yet there burns a fire in my chest that cannot be quenched. I love you, Princess.

“Blergh,” Twilight gagged, throwing the piece unceremoniously into the fireplace, not even bothering to finish it.

“Well, there's plenty of fish in the pond. Come on, try another one,” Velvet urged, already having picked out the next letter and having given it to her daughter.

Dear Princess Twilight,

I want to buck your brains out. Meet me tonight at the Ponyville Motel. Room 205. Don't wear a complicated dress.

Velvet scratched her head with a frown. “Well, at least he's honest.” But Twilight's eyebrow had shot up and she was grinning at the rest of the letter.

P.S. If you can't make it, do you happen to know if your mother is free tonight? I heard she was single again.

Velvet snatched up the letter, crumpled it up and threw it into the fire. “Fine, forget the mail,” she said irritably. “Let's do something fun together. Just you and I.”

Twilight chuckled. “What do you wanna do then? We got the whole day to ourselves.”

“Well, as matter of fact your friend Pinkie Pie gave me those coupons and I thought we could...”

Just then a blue and rainbow hurricane crashed through the window and past Velvet. Before she knew what was going on, she was sitting alone on the sofa while two mares had tumbled next door into the kitchen with a loud crash. She got up to see whether her daughter was alright.

The kitchen looked like a battlefield. Pots and pans were strewn everywhere and in the midst of it a blue pegasus pony was straddling the purple librarian. “Twilight! You gotta come with me right, stat, now!”

“Rainbow Dash. What's going on?” Velvet asked.

The pegasus turned her head. “Oh, hey, Twilight's mom. Didn't see you there.” She turned back to her friend. “Anyway, we gotta move. Time to put those wings to use, your highness.”

“Calm down, Rainbow,” Twilight said, pushing the mare off of her. “Take a deep breath and tell me what's going on.”

She did that and looked at her with a grave expression. “We've got a situation in Cloudsdale. There was an accident in a Heavy Duty Cloud Factory. It blew up. Like BOOM!”

Mother and daughter gasped. “Was anypony hurt?”

Rainbow Dash shook her head. “It was one of those automated factories. But the explosion scattered dense pockets of cloud material towards the east that could form a supercell, if they were to hit water.”

“I'm a little bit lost here,” Velvet admitted.

Twilight bit her lip. “If we don't get those clouds under control before they reach the ocean, they could turn into a hurricane and hit Saddle Arabia or some other country across the sea and Equestria could be held responsible.”

“Right,” Rainbow confirmed, “and since Cloudsdale is technically part of Ponyville's jurisdiction, your jurisdiction, the Department of Weather wants you on point. They've already assembled all the weather teams in the area, but they want an alicorn on scene just in case. Don't worry. I'll be right with you the whole time”

Twilight nodded in grim determination. “Then let's go.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Velvet asked. The two Elements of Harmony looked first at each other, then back at Velvet, giving a flap of their wings. “Right, I forgot.”

“I could use that spell I used on Rarity during the Young Fliers Competition,” Twilight said thoughtfully.

“Be serious, Twi,” Rainbow protested. “You know how fragile those wings are and we're gonna be in heavy weather even in the best of cases.”

Twilight sighed and looked at her mother. She could have said a thousand different things, but none of them were necessary.

“Go on,” Velvet said quietly. “There are lives at stake. We have plenty of time left together.”

The Princess kissed her mother's cheek softly. “I swear, I'll make it up to you, mom.”

“I know, dear. Now go on. Equestria needs her Princess. I'm proud of you.”

Twilight nodded and was off, taking to the skies through an open window with her new wings in a slightly more graceful manner than Derpy had, but only just. Rainbow was about to set off after her, but paused a moment to press a small plastic card into Velvet's hands. “They gave those out at the Academy, but I prefer to do my training outdoors. Maybe you can make yourself a nice day with it. See you later, Twilight's mom!”

With that she was off as well. No doubt she would catch up to her friend quickly, being the more experienced flier of the two.

Velvet now stood alone in the shambles of the kitchen and looked at the item in her hand. It was a 24 hour trial pass to the Ponyville Gym. She sighed. “My daughter rushes off to save the nation and what do I get? Coupons.”

* * *

She didn't even know what she was doing here. Velvet had never been one to hit the gym very frequently. But what else was she supposed to do? Spike was out on a date with Rarity at the end of which he would hopefully muster the courage to confess his feelings to her. There was no point in going to Sugarcube Corner to eat alone and there was really nopony else she knew around.

At least it would kill a few hours and perhaps even get rid of some stress. Once again inspiration had left her and getting up a good sweat always made her feel better one way or the other.

“I didn't plan on coming here today, so I don't have any sports wear,” she said, after signing in with a bored looking receptionist. “Do you happen to have anything for rent?”

“Sure,” he replied in a monotone voice. He sized up Velvet with an uncomfortable stare and reached under his desk. He put a set of gym clothes on the counter and a plastic chip along with it. “That's for the locker. Don't lose it. Use of the showers is included. There's soap and clean towels provided.”

Velvet didn't care much for the stallion's attitude, but thanked him anyway and made her way to the locker rooms. Velvet took off her clothes and slipped into the one-piece leotard she had been given. “Umfh, this wasn't exactly designed with the well-endowed mare in mind, was it?” she grunted, trying to pull it up to where it would actually cover her nipples. Still she felt her shoulders being constrained by the fabric and the thong was riding up her cheeks, leaving very little to the imagination.

She looked at her reflection in the nearby mirror. “Well, maybe I have been overdue for this,” she muttered. Though she was by no means fat and her breasts and ass were still firm as Rarity had so recently assured her, this body could never be mistaken for that of a mare in her twenties. Then again, she still seemed to have her curves in all the right places as her recent encounters had proven.

“Man, I can't believe they put us on reserve,” she heard a masculine voice from nearby. “I mean, we're Wonderbolts, right?”

At first she whirled around to see who was there. It seemed so close, but she was still alone.

“Wonderbolt cadets,” another male voice corrected. As a matter of fact it was coming from next door. Was it the men's changing room?

“So? Rainbow Dash is a cadet, too. She got to go.”

“She's also an Element of Harmony, the only pegasus to ever pull off a Sonic Rainboom and has been the Captain of the weather team for the last four years.”

“Fine,” the first voice snorted. “I'll give you that. But they still selected Flitter and Cloudchaser over us for this mission. But the worst part is that they actually made Fluttershy the acting captain, while RD and the others are out playing hero.”

“Well, she did great during tornado duty last year.”

“Pfft. Dumb luck. If I hadn't been out with the feather flu, we wouldn't even have needed her. Besides, you just want to get into her pants. Admit it.”

“Well,...” the second voice stopped to consider. “Have you seen how her tits bounce, when she takes to the air? It's amazing.”

Velvet rolled her eyes and made her way to the main floor of the gym. She had heard enough of that conversation. There was nopony to be seen at this time of day, so Velvet had free choice of equipment. She immediately dismissed the pressing bench. Even if she had been inclined towards muscle training, she didn't fully trust this leotard to contain her chest load under strain.

With that out, the only thing left was cardio. So she picked up some light dumbbells from the rack and made her way to a step box in front of a large mirror. She began some light exercises to the beat of the music that was being pumped through the speakers of the gym at a moderate volume.

After a few minutes two stallions entered the training area, likely the owners of the two voices she had heard previously. Velvet had a clear view of them through the mirror. One of them was a lean pegasus stallion with a black coat and a blue buzz-cut mane. The other had a white coat that seemed to strain under the effort of having to hold together his rippling muscles and his blonde mane was cut even shorter than that of his friend. At first Velvet had pegged him for an earth pony, but he was in fact a pegasus as well, only his wings seemed impossibly small. How could he even get off the ground with those?

The black one elbowed his friend and began to whisper. “Hellooo, check her out. Haven't seen that hot piece off ass in here before.”

“Dude, keep it down. She can probably hear you.” As a matter of fact she could.

“So what?” Either he wasn't aware of the fact how a mirror worked or he didn't care as he leered openly at her. “Chicks love it when you compliment their curves and she's got them in all the right places.” He made a movement with his hands that traced the shape of an hourglass.

The buffed stallion squinted at her. “I think I've seen her hang around the library before. Hey, I think I recognize her now. That's Twilight Sparkle's mom. You know, the writer.”

The black stallion's eyes went wide and he whistled in surprise. “So that's where she gets it from. Like mother like daughter, I guess. I'd like to flip her pages, if you know what I mean.” He chuckled with a dirty grin on his face.

“Knock it off, Thunderlane. You remember what happened, when you tried to put the moves on Blossomforth in here? I'm not gonna have my privileges suspended for another week on account of your blue balls.”

Thunderlane snorted. “Fine. I get it, Snowflake. Let's pump some irons.”

For the entire exchange Velvet hadn't betrayed the fact that she could hear them, but now a frown crossed her face as they withdrew to a pressing bench with Snowflake lying down and Thunderlane standing ready in support.

I really shouldn't, Velvet told herself. But her shoulders were already aching. There was no way she could spend the entire day training. Playing with those two a little on the other hand would be fun. She just couldn't help herself.

Putting the dumbbells away, she made her way over to the ergometer which was right next to the pressing bench. She walked by them slowly and deliberately, keenly aware that Thunderlane's eyes were on her. Turning her head ever so slightly in his direction, she winked at him and strutted over to the machine.

“Dude, did you see that?” she heard him whisper urgently as she straddled the bicycle-shaped fitness machine. “She was totally checking me out.”

“In your dreams,” Snowflake grunted.

She could feel his eyes on her ass. All that was needed now was another little push. She stood up and began peddling with her rear sticking in the air, so Thunderlane could have a full view of her cheeks that was only obstructed by her seductively waving tail.

When she heard a strange gurgling sound, she looked over her shoulder. Thunderlane was positively salivating, his eyes glued to her behind. The sound however was coming from the white stallion who had the weights on his chest and was struggling to push them up.

“You might wanna help out your buddy there,” Velvet said, “before he suffocates.”

“What?” Thunderlane looked down to see Snowflake shooting daggers out of his red eyes and grunting. “Oh, sorry, pal.” He grabbed the handlebar and pulled the weight up into its holding position. Snowflake let out an explosive breath.

Velvet giggled softly as Thunderlane walked over to her. This was just too easy.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he said in his best attempt at a suave voice while leaning his elbow on the handlebar of her ergometer. “As two of Ponyville's resident Wonderbolts my friend and I thought we ought to welcome the mother of Equestria's latest princess to our favourite gym.”

“Urgh,” she heard Snowflake groan behind her. “Here we go again.”

“That's very kind of you...” She left it hanging.

“Thunderlane,” he supplied helpfully. “And this here is my buddy Snowflake. Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Sparkle.”

“Oh, just Velvet is fine. All my friends call me Velvet.” She practically breathed the last part at him. That brought a silly grin to his face, if Velvet had ever seen one and she had to bite back a laugh. “Tell me, Thunderlane,” she said, thoughtfully putting her index finger on her chin. “I thought all the Wonderbolts were off handling the situation in Cloudsdale.”

That actually sent him for a loop, but the pegasus recovered quickly. “Well, you see. Somepony has to hold down the fort. It might not be as glamorous a job, but obviously only the most trustworthy of pegasi would be left in charge.”

“Of course,” Velvet said with a bright smile. “There's nopony I trust more than Fluttershy to keep us safe in a crisis.”

That one stung and Thunderlane's shoulders immediately slouched a little more while it was now Snowflake's turn to stifle a laugh. Just then a brilliant thought occurred to her. She jumped down from the saddle and made her way over to the buffed stallion.

“And naturally such a strong and handsome stallion such as yourself would never let any harm come to such a delicate creature as myself,” she said while batting her eyelashes at the muscular pony.

Snowflake gulped. “Me? Well, of course not.”

“Go on. Would flex your muscles for me?”

He coughed uncomfortably, knowing full well that Thunderlane was glaring at him, but Velvet pretended not to notice.

He shrugged and struck a pose. Velvet gasped and swooned a little. “May I touch them?”

“Sure,” he replied with a blush, flexing his biceps and holding it in front of him.

She grasped his muscular arm and let out some oohs and aahs. “I bet you could do a hundred push-ups easily.”

“YEEEAAAH!”

“So can I!” Thunderlane spluttered, standing beside his friend.

Velvet giggled. “I see. Well then. Why don't you prove it? If each of you can do a hundred push-ups right now, I would be very … impressed. I might even be persuaded to show off some of my own skills. Of course they lie more in the realm of … flexibility rather than strength.”

The two pegasi looked at each other, then immediately dropped down to the floor, staring each other right in the eye.

“Hold on,” Velvet said, holding up a hand. “Let's make this a fair contest.” She sat down gently on Snowflake's broad shoulders and crossed her legs. He grunted, but didn't buckle under her weight. “Since you have the obvious advantage, you wouldn't mind going with a handicap, right?”

The white stallion snorted. “Of course not.”

The next five minutes were perhaps the highlight of Velvet's day thus far as the sweating stallions began pumping in a regular beat and she loudly counted along. “97 … 98 … 99.”

The two of them were panting heavily as they had pushed their weights up and were taking a brief respite. Velvet was actually impressed by Snowflake's endurance. She had expected him to give up a long time ago. But having come this far she actually wanted to give him the gratification.

So when they both went to the ground for the last push, she leaned down and whispered into his ear. “You can do it, tiger. How about it? You want to see what's underneath this leotard, don't you?”

Snowflake snorted loudly, his whole body rumbling. “YEEEAAAAHHHH!”

With a heave and a push his arms straightened and he rose up. “100!” Velvet shouted, clapping her hands. Her eyes wandered down to Thunderlane. “Your turn now. Remember I said both of you had to go the distance.”

The black stallion pushed as Velvet was feeling especially devious. His arms were halfway straight, when she sent the tip of her tail swaying in front of his nostrils with a flick. Just close enough for the tickle to took full effect. She could see him fight with every ounce of his strength against the rising force within him. But it was to no avail.

“ATCHOOO!” With a heavy sneeze he went down and was out for the count.

“Oh, so close,” Velvet mocked, pushing herself off of Snowflake's back and sending him sprawling to the ground in the process as well. “You were almost there.”

Neither of them could reply. They were both too exhausted to speak.

Velvet stretched her arms over her head while walking away from the pair. “A good workout always makes me so sweaty. I think I'm gonna hit the showers.” Casting one last glance at them, she added: “I may have a consolation prize for you, if you have the guts to follow me. See you later, boys.”

With that she walked off, leaving the two wannabe Wonderbolts behind.

* * *

“Eh?” Velvet's eye had that nervous twitch again, when she stood in front of the showers. “Why are they unisex?”

It was only supposed to be a final twist of the knife, but with a mixed shower there actually was a very real possibility that they would take her up on her offer of a consolation prize.

She considered just skipping the shower and going straight back to the locker room. She could be out of the gym, before they caught their breaths. But no. That would have been too cruel. Not to mention her conscience had already started acting up, when she had pushed poor Snowflake to the ground.

The least she could do to repay them for letting her have her fun was to give them a show. Resigned to her fate, Velvet entered the showers and and slipped out of the damn leotard. It felt so wonderful to finally lose the restricting cloth.

She turned on the water and sighed happily as the stream of warm liquid hit her body. They would probably be a minute, so she might as well get clean. Spreading some shower gel from the dispenser between her palms, she began to rub it into her coat. The light lavender scent was wonderful as it spread around her. Humming a little tune, her hands traced the curves of her body. She frowned slightly, when her fingers hit the spot between her legs. This was neither soap nor water as she was forced to admit to herself that the whole situation back there had made her incredibly horny.

“Well,” she thought. “If they get lucky, they might get more than just a show.”

Ten minutes later, however, Velvet was standing in the showers, still alone and dripping wet in more than one sense. With her arms crossed in front of her, she watched the entrance. Nothing. Enough was enough, she decided and stormed back into the main exercise room.

She spotted the sorry looking pair sitting on the pressing bench, their heads hung low.

“What the buck is wrong with you?” The two stallions looked up in slack-jawed disbelief at the dripping mare who made no move to cover herself up. “Didn't you hear what I said about the shower?”

“B-but we lost,” Thunderlane mumbled.

“So?” Velvet stood there and stared them down, her hands on her hips. “You couldn't cut it, so you just give up? Is that what they teach you at the Wonderbolts Academy? Look at you, sitting there snivelling like two foals who had their lunch money stolen.”

“But,” Thunderlane began and was immediately cut off by a still livid Velvet.

“But nothing!” She jabbed a thumb at the shower room behind her. “Get your sorry butts in there right now!”

“Yes, ma'am!” they both said in unison and made their way past her at the double.

They both stood rigidly next to each other as Velvet paced up and down in front of them with an evil glare in her eye like a drill sergeant. “Obviously Spitfire couldn't make real stallions out of you, so that task falls to me. Now drop 'em!”

“What?” Snowflake asked in confusion.

“Am I mumbling, soldier? Drop your pants! Tackle out! Strip!”

Silently they both obeyed and got rid of their sports wear.

Velvet eyed their lower halves hungrily. Thunderlane was actually pretty well hung. He wasn't quite at Big Mac's level, but that was still an impressive size. Snowflake's tool on the other hand seemed to take after his wings rather than the rest of his body. The diameter on the other hand was impressive. There was something to be said for thickness over length.

Still the state they were currently in was not satisfactory. “Can't you stand properly at attention, when addressed by a superior mare?” she asked, getting right up in Snowflake's face. The giant pony actually managed to shrink down in her now frankly terrifying presence.

“You're not exactly making this easy on us,” Thunderlane said nervously.

The corner of Velvet's mouth twitched up. “We'll see about that.”

She dropped down on her knees, taking each of them in one hand and looked up with a fire in her eyes that burned brighter than Celestia's sun. “Today I'm gonna make real stallions out of you. When I'm done with you, you're gonna chew rocks and spit sand. You're gonna fly circles around the Wonderbolts and you're gonna get every mare within a hundred yards pregnant by just looking at her. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, ma'am!”

“Good, then let's get this show on the road!” Without further ado, she wrapped her lips around Thunderlane's cock and began to bob her head back and forth. Simultaneously her right hand moved smoothly along Snowflake's shaft, lubricated by the remnants of the shower gel on her palm.

Every so often she alternated between the two of them. The shower room was filled with slurping sounds as Velvet continued to give them sloppy head. Both of them finally started to raise their flagpoles. Eventually Snowflake could no longer just stand there and reached down a hand to cup one of her breasts.

Far from being upset, Velvet actually complimented him. “Finally some initiative. Go on then.”

Finally feeling like he was doing something right, he kneaded her mound harder and began pinching her nipple. Velvet moaned at that. Not to be outdone, Thunderlane moved in closer and did the same thing to her other tit. With both their cocks now in easy reach of her eager mouth, Velvet began to go back and forth more frequently, sometimes just giving a quick lick to the tip of one, before going back to the other.

To finish up she took both of them in at the same time, brushing their sensitive heads against the insides of her cheeks. Both stallions shuddered at the sensation.

Velvet pulled her head back and looked up, her face flushed. “Now then. Looks like you're finally ready to charge.” She sat down on the tiled floor and spread her legs wide, giving them a good look at her honey pot by spreading it with her fingers.

Once again it was Snowflake who got the ball rolling. He knelt down and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him across the slippery floor. He lifted one of her legs up over his shoulder and guided his member into her waiting crevice.

“Mhhmmm,” she moaned as he slowly pushed into her and that warm feeling from deep down took hold of her. “That's it, tiger. Show me what you've got.”

Meanwhile Thunderlane had moved around to the other side and knelt down by her head. He brought his stallionhood closer to her face and Velvet knew what he wanted. While Snowflake began to slowly pump in and out of her, she began to lick his balls, at times even sucking on them. She expertly used her tongue to move them around in her mouth and she could tell that he was getting close by the throbbing, when she took his full length into her mouth again. “You about ready there, too, tiger?” she asked.

Snowflake didn't answer, but the way in which he doubled his speed was all the answer she needed. With wet sloshes he pounded her pussy with all his might, going for that final push.

With a final “YEAH!” he pulled out his dick just in time to cum all over Velvet's stomach and seconds later Thunderlane shivered with a grunt as he unloaded his seed into her mouth with three massive spurts.

Once again they were panting heavily, having exerted their strength with a different kind of physical exercise. After swallowing what was in her mouth, Velvet happily lapped up the last drops from the black dick hanging in front of her face while rubbing the semen on her belly into her skin with circular motions of her hand. “Not bad,” she purred. “For a couple of newbies.”

With a wicked grin she grabbed Thunderlane and threw him on his back, quickly getting on top of him and mounting him in a cowgirl position. “But this rodeo ain't over yet. You can't stop attending a superior officer until she's satisfied with your performance.”

She slowly began grinding her hips along Thunderlane's shaft without actually taking him into her. She beckoned Snowflake closer and he obediently came to her. Taking a moment to lick off the last of the cum from his previous ejaculation, she started to give him another round of head.

In no time at all both stallions were good to go again and Velvet looked down at Thunderlane with misty eyes, biting her lower lip. She shifted her weight and positioned her moist marehood over his large cock. “Time to bring her in.” With those words she slowly lowered herself onto him. The stallion threw his head back, drinking up the pleasure.

At an excruciatingly slow pace Velvet could feel her insides being filled to overflowing. “Oh, sweet Celestia, yes. That's the ticket. You're hitting me so deep.” Taken over by the pleasure she began to grind her hips, not even considering where Snowflake had wandered off to.

Then she could feel his large hand press against her back. Their roles now being reversed, she obediently bent forward, which in turn gave Thunderlane a chance to start playing with her breasts. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suck on it.

She could feel the muscular pony spread her ass cheeks and looked back over her shoulder. He had gotten a bottle of lotion and unscrewed the stopper. Now he was deliberately tipping the bottle, so it could flow down while holding open her anus.

Velvet shrieked as the fluid hit her. “Buck, that's cold!”

But no sooner had she said that than Snowflake was pushing his middle finger into her, spreading the lubricant while simultaneously warming her insides. When he decided that there was enough, he looked at her questioningly.

“Go ahead,” she nodded, raising her tail up invitingly. “You're cleared for landing.”

Velvet stopped grinding her hips and mentally prepared herself for the insertion, when she felt Snowflake grab her ass tightly and put the tip of his dick against her anus.

She bit back a painful grunt as he made the first few inches into her and then paused. “Do it,” she pleaded. “I want to feel both of you in me at the same time.”

Snowflake shivered, then steadied himself. With a mighty roar he pushed in the rest of the way all at once. Velvet arched her back and let her tongue hang out of her mouth. It was too much. Having such a thick cock in her ass almost made her black out from the combined pleasure and pain. She could feel both their members rubbing together through the thin membrane between her rectum and her vagina.

Thunderlane and Snowflake began to grind away at such speed that it almost made Velvet pass out again. Years of training together had given each of them a keen insight into how the other moved. So perfectly in sync were their motions that Velvet could feel nothing but the mind-numbing pleasure it brought her.

“Hey, buddy,” Thunderlane grunted. “You still got some upper arm strength left?”

“I suppose,” Snowflake replied.

“Then let's take this baby to heaven and back, before we finish. What do you say?”

“Gotcha.”

At this point Velvet's head was too fogged to understand their words, but she could feel herself being lifted up by powerful arms from behind that held her legs. A gentle pressure from the front steadied her in the air. She was … flying?

Indeed the two pegasi had lifted up from the ground with Velvet in between them and they had even managed to do it without pulling out of her. “Now that's … some impressive feat … of stunt-flying,” Velvet gasped between moans of pure bliss.

“Now for the final maneuver,” Thunderlane grinned. “Let's stuff this turkey.”

“YEEEAAAHHH!!!!”

They synchronized their hip movements to the beating of their wings, their strokes growing harder and deeper than before or indeed anything Velvet had ever felt as a result. A wall of white rushed at her in her mind.

With an ear-piercing scream she came and so did the two Wonderbolts, climaxing for the second time today and unloading large amounts of sperm deep into her ass and pussy.

For the life of her Velvet could not have described how the three of them had made it back to the ground, but judging by the lack of bruises her two flying aces had managed to stick the landing and lower her gently onto the floor.

They all lay on the tiles totally spent and Velvet could feel the sticky white fluid oozing out of her orifices. It was such a fulfilling experience.

“Thank you for flying with the Wonderbolts, ma'am,” Thunderlane said with a weak smile. “We aim to please.”

“Yeah,” Snowflake croaked in a strained voice.

“At ease, Wonderbolts,” Velvet smiled, stroking their limp cocks lovingly. “You passed your final exam. Now go hit the showers.”

They both gave her a look and then after a moment they all began to laugh weakly.

Author's Note

Phew. This has been the longest chapter so far and I'm quite pleased with it. Unfortunately I can't keep pumping these out on a daily basis. So expect a few days gap between updates from now on.

But don't worry. This story will be continued. I got at least two more chapters planned out in my head right now and we'll soon start to see the lasting effects of Velvet's extended stay in Ponyville and some more focus on the main plot.