Jason tread the cool, crisp saltwater of the bay, looking back at the cottage, and the two mares watching him from the broad bay windows that made up the entire southern-facing floor of the cottage. Flitter and Cloudchaser, who were an identical blue-grey color, though Flitter’s mane was tied back with a bow, while Cloudchaser let hers loose. They were talking to each-other, as far as he could tell, likely some gossip or comments about other ponies. Potentially about him, as he could make out some gesturing in his direction.

Jason was a neat young man. He prided himself on his organization, and on making everything about the house be as if the wonderbolts had been gone for only hours instead of minutes - With the exception, of course, of the fact that everything would be vacuumed and dusted and shining clean. These three mares complicated matters, putting everything in different places, moving plates around, losing stuff. Especially Night, who lived up to her name. He honestly wondered if the dark blue mare slept at all. If she did, it was in the day. Probably where she was now.

He wondered what the two mares up at the house were getting so excited about, when he swiftly got an answer. A pair of strong hooves wrapped around his chest from behind, and the husky voice of the third pegasus whispered in his ear.

“Hey.”

A broad equine tongue licked along his neck, and he gasped as her forelegs rubbed against his chest, massaging his pecs softly. She gave a light giggle, and let go. Jason turned to her, but only found a giggle trailing away from him and splashes rippling in the water.

The bay was a deep blue, the same color as her coat, and he looked left and right for more evidence of the stormy mare. He saw nothing, heard nothing, but after a while, he certainly felt something. That muscular tongue and mobile lips pressed against him, this time, though, below the water. She bit down against the floating fabric of his boxers, and slowly started to pull down. He felt the water rush in closer as he was stripped down, his cock starting to fill out as she bared it under water, much to his embarrassment.

He reached down to grab her, but there was nothing there once more, and his hands splashed in the empty water.

Her voice, dripping with eroticism, was low and hot in his ear. “It’s okay, Jason... I like to play with my food.”

“Huh?” The way she had been teasing him had him struggling to think, both from embarrassment at his nudity, and arousal from being stripped and teased by the erotic mare.

“Mmm... Let me demonstrate.” She giggled, “I’ll give you ten bits if you can swim all the way over to that platform over there without cumming.”

His mind was still hazy, but he couldn’t just ignore her, at this point. Anyway, there was only so much he’d be able to do. One of the hottest mares in Equestria, and a member of the Equestrian military, had her heart set on fucking him. There was not much that he could do about it. He began to swim slowly through the cool water, as it surrounded his shaft.

The raft was only about 25 feet away. It wasn’t a long distance for a strong swimmer like Jason, but the challenge wasn’t just about getting there. The challenge was about getting there without orgasming, and it was something Night Glider seemed intent on preventing him from doing. No sooner had he begun to move forward, then he felt her warm mouth, a stark contrast from the cool water, wrap around his shaft. He groaned low for her, and his whole body froze up. The pleasure was incredible, her mouth and tongue suckled along his shaft. He gave out a whimper, almost a moan, but now just trying to adjust to the fact that he was getting his cock sucked by one of the Wonderbolts. For weeks he’d been staring at the image of Night Glider, back turned to him, displaying her pert ass in a too-tight uniform. His own hand had taken care of the issue as he watched. Now the situation was reversed. He couldn’t see the gorgeous mare, but she was the one dealing with his erotic tension, a fact he was more than grateful for. Though the ten bits would be nice, he had his doubts on whether or not he would be able to get all the way there before the incredible mare siphoned the cum out of his balls with her forceful suction. It felt like he was likely to blow down her throat any minute, but he did want to impress the gorgeous Wonderbolt. Poor performers were rarely asked to repeat.

He forced himself to breathe normally. Think about hoofball statistics... Think about goals scored, top players, think about the tight uniforms on the mares as they dove for the ball, think about how each kick made the muscles of the ass and back grind together, about how the sweat made their bodies glisten... Oh, fuck, don’t think about hoofball. Think about... Gah, pegasus racing... Tight uniforms, smooth, powerful wings... No, okay, not that... Think... Think about...

Maybe concentrating on anything was the wrong idea. He closed his eyes, and began to focus on his breathing. He’d taken meditation classes in school, which he was thankful for now. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Don’t get distracted by the warm wonderbolt giving you the greatest blowjob of your life, just focus on your breathing. Let the sensations be a part of you. Go along with them, with her lips circling along you, her tongue surrounding your shaft. Slowly, he began to make his way towards the raft, the swimming forward motion forcing his cock into her mouth, his balls resting against her muzzle. So warm, and somehow, even underwater, her mouth seemed wet, from the thicker consistency of saliva rubbing along the human’s shaft. He had to lean forward over her back to even get anywhere, his chest rubbed against her wings, the gorgeous, powerful wings that made the Wonderbolts what they were, the fastest, greatest flyers - And the hottest - In all of Equestria. He was a strong swimmer, and slowly, despite her suckling, he was bringing himself forward towards the old wooden raft.

He felt her wings begin to move. Powerful back muscles beat them against his chest, massaging his abs and pecs. He was far from strong, but had enough definition to feel her wings teasing along his body. The feathers were soaked, but that wasn’t making the feel of them any less erotic against his body, nor was the power and grace of her back diminished by being against him. Her tongue lapped at him, and then, the wings beat a little harder, going from a massage to a powerful force, and she started forward, pushing the human back. It was like he was sitting on a rocket, admittedly a rocket that was giving him a mind-blowing blowjob. In seconds, the human found himself knocked back a good ten feet, and his stamina swiftly waning. He pushed his body against her, but her tongue lapping and slapping at his shaft, draining his ability to concentrate on the goal. Ten bits would be nice, but would anything compare with the pleasure of getting to shoot cum down the throat of a Wonderbolt?

Well, yes, he supposed. Getting to do so more than once, and as she sapped his stamina, he knew he would need do something in order to last long enough to impress her. She was likely used to huge pony cocks grinding into her pussy, if he couldn’t be as big as those, he’d need to at least last longer than they could. This sexy pony, though, was not making lasting through even another minute of the blowjob feel too viable.

“Nngg... N-no fair.”

“HMmmm?”

The sound was audible even though it came from around his cock, the vibration making his shaft shudder and leak pre.

“C-can’t... Push me backwards.”

Her lips curled, as if she was smiling, and he soon found out why. In only a few seconds, she made him regret his comment. Her suckling intensified, vacuum sealing his cock against her lips, and her beating of her wings reversed. Now she was backing up, and pulling him closer to the raft by pure suction. He pulled himself up as much as he could, his hands grabbed and dug into her mane, pulling on her ears as he fought to control himself despite her attentions. Needless to say, it was no easy task, she seemed to be sucking him hard enough to pull the cum out without even an orgasm, pure suction taking it from balls to mouth. As she forced him forwards, eddies swirling through the water around his waist. She was dragging him through the water, and at the same time, dragging his stamina through the mud.

Her lips played wickedly along his shaft. She was lucky to have that incredible Pegasus lungpower that let her stay down, while he was up above her and struggling to keep his breath from the incredible oral force being brought down on him. His teeth were gritted, his body shaking as he held on for the ride that the incredible, erotic Wonderbolt was taking him on. His body had adapted to the chilled water, but he felt his form had been divided. The heat beating down on him above the waist, the cool water below, and then the sudden, shocking heat and suction of her mouth. Hot saliva and pre - By now, large amounts of pre were filling her mouth and being rolled along his stiff shaft by her tongue - made viscous contrast to the easy coolness of the water flowing around him. He clutched desperately at her mane, knowing that there was no chance that he could hold out for much longer if she kept up this intensity. His only mercy was that, for now, she was still dragging him backwards, which meant that he was at least making progress towards his goal, even if she was the one making him make it. His pre flowed easily like a fountain into her throat. His explosion was coming, he could almost swear it had already started, but he was still holding back orgasm by a thread.

10 feet away, she stopped short. His cock hit the back of her throat. The thread was severed.

His cock immediately bulged out in her throat. A drop of cum squirted out, but he clamped down. Squeezing his pelvic muscles, he stopped the orgasm in its tracks, holding the flow of cream back desperately. In times of need, they say, the muscles can activate far more and far stronger than you would ever have anticipated. Mothers lift cars off trapped children, hikers push heavy rocks off their friends, children fight off wild animals, and, in this case, virgins manage to stop the seed from staining a horny, hot Wonderbolt who’s decided to overpower their shafts. Hardly as heroic of a feat, but one which could require just as much if not more exertion. Inanimate objects had no malice, animals would be chased off. His only hope would be if his inexperienced shaft could stand up to one of the hottest mares he’d ever seen, using all her feminine wiles against him.

Her eyes met his, silently questioning if what she had felt was an orgasm. Whether she believed his silent denial, teeth clenched to keep the cum from exploding out of him, he couldn’t say for sure, but she either believed him, or decided it was irrelevant, and went back to decimating his resistance. Her lips slipped lower, her tongue rolled out, and teased his balls. The powerful muscle cupped them, and then, she rolled her tongue back, and slipped his entire package into her dripping maw. Her gaze met his, confident, daring him to keep his seed after she showed him what she had in store. He bit his lip, held tight, and prepared for the gale-force suction he was sure would follow.

“Ngggaaaaaahhhhh!” He had prepared for suction. He had prepared for the tongue lashing. Nothing could have prepared him for the orgasmic sensation of the water sliding over his balls and through her hot mouth. He exploded his cream down her throat, there was no denying what was happening. Still a good ten feet from the raft, he blasted hard and hot, so deep in her mouth. It was the most incredible, the most overpowering, orgasm of his life. His seed blasted like a fire hose, cream shooting deep. There was no more denying that she had made him cum, there was no more denying the incredible, orgasmic feelings of how hot and hard he got worked over by this mare. His body shuddered and shook in the water, pumping out all he had.

She kept sucking, he kept pumping and shaking, overpowered by pleasure. For what felt like almost a minute, he shot his cum in her, before finally finishing. He had, technically speaking, failed, though it was the most fun failure he’d ever had. He might not get her ass, at least right now, but that wasn’t important. He lay back, floating in the cool water under the hot sun. He heard the distinctive sound of her swallowing, as he lay back in the water, basking in the afterglow.

A few seconds later, he heard her voice.

“So. You lost~” She taunted in a singsong sound, “So I get to decide your punishment.”

That wasn’t part of the agreement... His lips curled down into a frown.

“And I’ve decided your punishment will be... That you’ll have to get up here and fuck me until I’m satisfied!”

His smile returned.

Okay.

Now THAT was a punishment he could get behind.

Quite literally, in fact.

Author's Note

I really wish that I'd gotten this up faster, or more. I really vastly underestimated SOMETHING involved in it, that's for sure. And I had a hell of a July, and July's usually hell. A fun hell, but hell nonetheless. Well, once more into the breach. Forgive any sloppy errors, my brain is still fried.