She hated herself for doing this. Every time she hated herself.

Sliding in the door and closing it behind her, she made her way around the various stacks of storage that cluttered the room and within touching distance of the square door.

The little sign above the handle was red... it was occupied!

Listening close was... wrong! So wrong. But... she leaned in anyway until she made out the soft moans, the sharp slurps and the quiet, masculine moans of both the occupant and the stallion they were pleasing. Celestia's tits they were really going at it...

There was the bumping and scraping of the occupant turning around, obviously going for the real deal, and then the lip-biting pause before... the long, drawn out groan of a mare being filled.

Slow squelches of hot marehood grinding on the anonymous pole and the thump of hooves, probably the mare's legs kicking out a little. Her own hoof found its way to her nethers, just brushing herself to find out how wet she was... plenty. She chanced starting off a gentle rub, circling around and around to pull and push as she listened to the repetitive thumps of rough rutting build louder and louder through the small square door.

It wasn't long, few sessions were, just long enough for her to get into the swing of things, but not long enough to be satisfying, and the grunting, panting climax of both mare and stallion. With a final grunt and thump that should be the mare pulling away and bumping into the other wall, there was a little splash of liquid that had the rough splat of something thicker and she realised that, whoever the mare was, she was jealous of the massive load the stallion had just blasted inside her.

There was a waiting screen you could pull across, for those like her that arrived before the session ended but didn't want to be seen going in or out (if you put it across the door before closing), so she stepped behind it. Wouldn't do for rumours to start. Of course, that didn't mean she didn't peek.

Slowly, with the reluctance of one still bathing in afterglow, the little door opened and out stepped Ponyville's confectioner, Bon Bon, grinning lazily and moving carefully. A sticky white trail oozed down her back legs and she didn't seem to care, just headed for the door into the small shower room to take care of it, little creamy puddles forming every time she put down her back hoof.

As soon as the cream mare was out of sight, she made her move, stopping only to scoop just a little taste off the top of the largest puddle just outside the square door and pulling the screen behind her. She wanted to exit privately, and prevent anypony from potentially doing what she'd just done.

Inside the box smelled incredible. The stench of sex and sweat was so powerful she thought she might faint, but as she breathed deep of that heady aroma, she winked involuntarily. She shivered at the shock. There was a thick slick of semen sliding down the wall to her left from the last session which she bent to sniff deeply of. Mmm... nothing smelled like this, nothing else was this... alive.

Turning away to lock the door, she decided to open the opposite hole to the one dripping ejaculate, when she was being properly railed that slick mess would be right in front of her, filling her nose... she winked again, once more without meaning to.

Sliding the cover open with a shaking hoof, she knocked twice on the wall.

Looking through, careful to not let the light fall on her too much, she gazed into a veritable heaven of masculinity. Todays bath-goers were certainly up to par, although three of them didn't respond to the knocks. Maybe, on closer inspection, because all of them sported exhausted looking post-coitus penises; limp, but still free of the sheath, one still wet from its encounter. That Bon Bon certainly had an appetite.

One, however, seemed interested. A young one, farm worker, light coat and cutie mark of three horse-shoes. She'd seen him in the shop plenty of times, and he always seemed quite gentle.

She hoped he wasn't too hung up on that 'gentle' for this little bit. She needed him not to be gentle.

His mottled penis was nearly full when he mounted up on the box, pushing himself towards the hole, so she decided to go for the quickest way. She opened her mouth and hung there until she caught the slightly soft head between her lips, and then let him keep pushing.

Long experience let her adjust herself to his movements so that, without seeming to move forwards or backwards, she could slide nearly half his length into her throat without pause. It worked wonders on younger stallions who, even if they'd had sex, didn't expect deep-throat immediately on entry.

He stiffened fully inside her mouth, making her gag just a little, but she swallowed, hummed and started to suck quickly to get over it. The swallow clenched his head, the hum vibrated deeply and, of course, the sucking was to pull as much pre-cum onto her tongue as quickly as possible. The poor colt groaned as she threw as many tricks at him at the same time as she was able, finishing off with a long, slow slurp from base back to the tip lapping her tongue at the pre-spilling hole before popping her lips free.

He was throbbing, the whole length bouncing up with every beat of his heart, which must have been going into overdrive by now. She bit her lip on a giggle and turned around, swishing her rump under the length and letting her tail sweep over the top, dragging down off it again as she held it aside, presenting to a stallion that couldn't see her do it... ooh... this wink sent a shiver down her spine and dropped a little patter of juice onto the tiles beneath her.

She rubbed him between her cheeks just a little, slid away and let his bobbing, throbbing cock poke the wetness that spread from her lips. He grunted above her, tapping a hoof impatiently on the top of the box, before swinging his hips back just a little and trying to thrust. She let his thrust press against her, hard, threatening to break inside then and there, but that wasn't quite how she wanted. He pulled away again, a little further, and she moved with him so that his next semi-thrust pressed her lips apart and the very edges of his head found the soft meat within before he hit the wall of the box with his hips and could go no further.

He was panting now, she could hear it just getting a little ragged as he pulled back even further this time, until his cock was barely inside the box at all. Wanting to surprise him, she pushed her hips back too, and this time...

This time when he thrust in, he buried himself to the sheath inside her.

Her hooves threatened to curl inwards, her teeth ground a little and she couldn't tell whether her eyes were open or not. That... felt... amazing...

Now she didn't have to do anything more, she just kept her hole pressed against the hole of the box and that fresh, eager young stallion practically threw himself into the effort. Plunge after plunge, thrust after thrust, he pounded her, not like a lover, or a partner, but like an object.

Yes, like an object... all he could see was the box, she was just a toy, a plaything, a way to spill his seed... She found herself sinking down, her legs giving way a little, so she propped her buttocks on the wall and let her chin fall to the ground, feeling the angle change and loving it.

He was going like a hammer on hot iron, beating his hips into the box and she found her chin sitting in a puddle. The puddle. The seeping waterfall of semen from the last visitor had spread and pooled all over this side of the box and the smell of it was sharp and immediate.

Up above the grunts and pants were getting desperate, but she didn't notice, just that now he was pulling all the way out to the head and plunging it all the way back in with every stroke, because her mind zeroed in on the puddle of stallion spooge in front of her face.

She licked it. The thick taste on her tongue sent a shiver through her, made her squeeze down on that cock and try to lock it inside her, it made the stallion moan above her so she did it again. A long, thick lick through as much of the puddle as she could reach, momentarily pulling away from the wall and slipping back against it. She gasped at the timing as he slid completely out of her, but then shoved right back in with stunning ease, the juice on her tongue, rolling around her mouth, almost able to be chewed between her molars was half lost in the gasp, spilling to the floor.

She quickly licked again, trying to find the thickest, jelly-like lumps to mash with her tongue against the roof of her mouth and all the while she was being railed.

He knocked on the roof and, ignoring all her own warnings, she rammed her buttocks up against the wall and squeezed for all she was worth.

With a hearty groan he came, rod stiffening to completely rigid, practically lifting her up against the roof, head flaring and wedging itself deep, and the moment the first splash hit the sensitive flesh inside, she rippled in orgasm herself.

Long moments passed as this unexpected stud drowned her cervix in semen, hot insistent pumps that threatened to push open the seal and find her womb. She felt the unconscious squeezes inside her, pulling in waves to massage more and more seed from his length. Eventually though, she calmed enough to slump down, his member flopping free with the most lewd, wet sound she'd heard since... since last time she'd heard it.

As soon as his member retracted, she gathered herself enough to flip the hole closed again. It was enough. This would be enough for now.

Exiting when she could, moving around the screen carefully, just in case somepony else was actually there, and showering off was done in the absolute bliss of afterglow. And only when she went for the door did she catch a glimpse of who was going next; browned skin and a long dark mane, only one female that could be. The human. Good to know that some things didn't change, no matter the species.

But... if she didn't want to be outed as a visitor herself, then gossip about the other visitors was the first sacrifice she had to make. She headed home with a clear head for the first time in a week. She may be getting on in years, but sometimes you just had to scratch the itch.

"Hello honey, welcome back." Her wonderful husband gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before checking on the ovens, "Did you enjoy your spa date? You certainly have a spring in your step."

"Oh, it was just what I needed. Let me check on the little ones and I'll be right down to help you finish up for the day."

"Sure thing, sugar muffin." He assured her.

Of course, Pinkie had been keeping an eye on Pound and Pumpkin all day, as she usually did. But it was a good excuse to stop by the medicine cabinet for those helpful little pills. Didn't want to have to explain yet another foal to Carrot so soon, after all.

Author's Note

Annnnd... I couldn't help it. My first sub to my newly found group Glory Holes! Damn I'm so wet after writing this out...

For a lot of you, I say 'Ha!' you just fapped to Mrs Cake. For the rest of you crazy people, I just fulfilled a little bit of fantasy that you don't get to see enough of, you're welcome.

I'm not stopping with my other fics, just... look, glory hole stuff is my absolute fetish, I've only participated in a few and those times... they were some of the best sex I've had. Ever. So to find a group dedicated to them? I just had to contribute.

More to come!!