Winged Desires

by Catullus Sedecim

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Wonderbolts, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human
Length: 11397

The human caretaker of the Wonderbolt's summer cottage is surprised when three mares arrive early.

Jason’s summer job in Equestria seemed like a cake walk. House sitting a beach-front villa with private beach during the summer sounded like a dream come-true, until the unexpected arrival of three pegasi mares changes things for the better.

Commission for an anonymous buyer, who also chose the name and description.

Published 2015-06-19 21:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-10-13 04:11:16 UTC

Chapter 2: Ocean Blue

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.

Chapter 3: Rafting

Jason didn’t need to be told twice. He’d hardly needed to be told even once. Just the thought of being able to fuck her had had him straining to hold on through an incredible blowjob. He cut through the water at a rate that’d make an olympic swimmer hang up his goggles. He swam gracefully, eagerly, and, in fact, a bit too fast. He was overexcited, and his momentum came to a sudden stop, as he smacked his head against the raft, a fact which was met with a giggle from above as he repositioned himself, holding the raft with one hand, and his head with the other, giving a bit of a complaining groan.

“I can see you like that idea, eh?” He looked up. The dark mare extended her dripping hoof, offering him his way out. “You all good there?”

“Y-yeah...” He grunted, and she giggled, rubbing him. “How many hooves do I have.”

“Just the one...”

“You feel alright?”

“Yeah...” He mostly felt embarrassed, but she didn’t seem to care too much. “Then up ya get.”

He took the offered hoof, slipping onto the raft, the water splashing off of him. He looked down at the wet-maned mare. She looked between his legs, “Ahhh... Looks like that needs a bit of a revival.” She teased, and slipped her muzzle between his legs once more. Her tongue rolled around his shaft a couple times, the heavenly sensation quickly drowning out the pain that his own enthusiasm had just put him through.

Once her wonderfully talented mouth had returned him to hardness, she turned around, presenting her ass to him.

“Alright, Jason. In ya go” She teased. He stepped up, and grabbed her dripping wet flank. He pressed his cock against her ass, feeling the tight hole up against him. He pressed forward...

She twitched her hips, and he slid along her broad back, rubbing on the spreading muscles.

“Oops. Missed~” She teased him. He slipped back, aligning himself to her tight hole again. He pressed forward... Once again, she twitched her hips, sending him along the ridged muscles.

“Ha. Maybe you hit your head harder than ya thought?” She laughed.

One last time, he pulled back, and gave a final push. She tried to twitch out of the way, but he got her, his cock spreading her ass.

“Ooh, darn.” She giggled, “Ya got me.” He gave another push, and third, his cock about a third of the way into her tight ass.

With a final thrust, he managed to slip his shaft fully into her tight ass. Powerful rear muscles gripped at the human’s cock, massaging it as her instinct tried to force out the intrusion. She let out a gasp, low, and, quite frankly, adorable. She was usually a tough mare, but, well, she didn’t sound so tough with his cock in her ass. It was not, in fact, easy at all to sound tough when being anally fucked. Even if you’re someone like her.

“F-Feel good?” His voice was higher than he would have liked.

“O-Ohh yeah.” She rolled her hips, and he found himself bent over her back immediately, far more than he would have liked. “Feels... Really good.”

He didn’t know if she was in rut. He wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to ask, but it was undeniable, as he was bent forward to grip her shoulders, that at least some of the moisture dripping off her body wasn’t from the water. Not just the cum that she had sucked out, either. He may not have known much about mares, but some things you don’t need to learn. Some things, are just instinct, and the smell that wafted up from between her legs hit all his instinctive triggers to let him know that the mare beneath him was as hot for him as he was for her, even if her pride was probably not making it that easy for him to admit.

The thought that he was pleasuring a mare he’d jacked off to so many times, looking at her spread on the calendar, was a rush in and of itself. He held onto her hips as he pumped himself more, and reveled in the low pants and grunts she gave as he took her on the raft.

“Th-this... Is nice...” She panted, and looked up at him, “Y-you feel better... Than any stallion.”

He blushed, and he felt his cock buck. He looked up at the sky to try to calm himself down, not wanting to disappoint her with another too-fast orgasm. “Y-yeah? I thought... Stallions were... Bigger.”

“Ohh... They are...” She panted, “T-too big... They stretch too much... It hurts... You ever take a 20 inch cock?”

“No...”

“Trust me... You wanna keep it that way...” Her wings fluttered a little, and she looked back at him, with a mischevious smile, then called out to the other mares.

“Hey! Flitter! Chaser! Check out what I found!” She grinned, and began to buck herself back against him harder, straining his ability to hold back over her beautiful back. Then, her wing reached back, with the flexibility that pegasi wings so often showed, and smacked him on the ass. “C-come on! Give ‘em a show!”

He looked up at the house. His eyesight was far from perfect, which meant that his ability to see the details of the two light blue shapes up there was pretty low. He didn’t know what exactly they were doing, but you wouldn’t need perfect eyesight to know what sex looked looked like. He didn’t want to put on a poor performance, and sped up, his hips slamming into her, almost knocking her forward.
Night’s heavy panting was getting deeper, and louder, by the second. He didn’t know much about the bodies of pegasi, but the sounds spoke for themselves. Whatever it was he was doing, was working. His thrusting continued, picking up the pace, as her hips rolled back on him, less with a rhythm, and more with increasing desperation.

“Y-yeah! C-come on! Fuck me, Jason, fuck me!”

“I am!”

He was starting to get tired just from this. His hips slammed hers, her voice growing louder and higher, until finally crescendoing in a loud gasp and an explosion of juices from her pussy and quick contractions in her powerful ass. He gave a loud groan as well, his cock bucking inside her, eager to seed her as she clenched and ground on his shaft.

“Y-y-yyeeaaaaaghhhh!”

Her whole body twitched and bucked as she came for the human, shaking below him. He was just glad that he’d cum once already, in the water, or else he doubted he’d have lasted even this long in her tight ass.

As she came down from her orgasm, he grinned, holding himself inside her. “Have fun?”

“Didn’t say you were done!” She teased him, “Back to work, humie~”

He wasn’t sure he would be able to last for too much longer, the way her hot ass pressed in on his shaft, but he wasn’t going to disappoint a Wonderbolt. If he got lucky with this, he might even be able to stretch it out and get a ride on the other Wonderbolts as well, though that just might wear him out if they were all as excitable, erotic, and above all tight and hot as this beautiful mare.

He leaned over her back, and wrapped his arm around her chest, up near her neck to hold on. Her wings pressed up on his chest, as he kissed her sleek, shiny coat. His whole body pressed up on hers, chest to wings, mouth to neck, giving her the full force of his affection, and feeling the full power of the muscles of her ass rolling against his cock.

Her voice was rising once more, as his tongue stroked along her neck, mapping the slender but strong muscles, his head pressed up against her neck, he could feel each groan and pant as he pounded her. He considered himself in good shape. Far from perfect, but at least fairly good, but this was getting exhausting. He was in shape for housework, not for continuously rutting one of the most gorgeous and, in her own way, sexually imposing mares in Equestria. Pleasing her was like running a marathon, and he was almost out of breath. His stamina was flagging as well. Mares were lucky. Men could only cum once and then they got tired out, but she was past her first and barreling towards a second.

“Y-yes! Yes!” She cried out, and thrust back on his shaft, pushing him backwards as she did, held up entirely on her strong, wet back.

“YEEEEEESSSS!” She cried out, her orgasm shaking both of them. Her inner muscles went wild once more, twisting and grabbing, feeling like she was trying to pull the cum out of him. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been fucking her - It couldn’t have been too long - But he was already heading towards another orgasm, even as she shook and came against him, her wings stiffening and spreading against his chest. Each buck and twist, intentional or not, of her body made holding off that much harder, and just gripping her was becoming exhausting. His heart pounded in his chest, as they held close, both bodies glistening in the sunlight. Trying not to cum in her was like riding a rodeo bull, and he was getting worried about being bucked off. Water splashed, his cock twitched. He was fighting to hold on through her second powerful orgasm. He began to let out his own groans and gasps as her body shook on him, tossing droplets of water to the air. He continued to hold off, though, he wanted to - Needed to - Show her that he had the stamina to keep up until she was satisfied. Not many humans got the chance to fuck a pony even once, and he wanted this to last for as long as possible, however difficult her twisting, bucking body made it.

Finally, she calmed down, letting out low, relaxing sighs. He breathed easily as well, having weathered the storm of another powerful equine orgasm. He whispered in her ear as he ground himself towards his own orgasm.

“Feel goo-”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence. Before he was done, she twisted her neck, hiked him forward a bit by extending her wings, and began to aggressively kiss and grind against him. She gave him a challenging look, her hips slamming on his, taking his cock in deep with each thrust and roll. He moaned in her mouth, trying once more to hold on, as she began to use him as a human dildo, fucking herself on his cock. Repositioned by her wings, all he could do was hold on as she rolled her hips on him, pumping him as hard as he’d pumped her, if not harder. The look in her eye was daring him to hold on, to try to sate her. He had his doubts if he’d be able to, considering how close he was now, and how hot the feeling of her cumming had been. The orgasm was boiling in him, and he could tell it was in her, too. She was still getting off on this, fucking herself to orgasm with him on her back, holding on for the ride. Trying to, at least, show himself to be a strong enough stud to breed a Wonderbolt. It didn’t seem to be an easy task.

Her tongue pushed his around easily, rolling all over his own mouth. She took it like he had taken her, dominant, aggressive, making him moan into her mouth, and moaning back. He felt a familiar tightening from her powerful rear muscles. He knew she was close to cumming, and could only hope he’d last through the orgasm.

She began to moan into his mouth, an odd feeling as it vibrated along his smaller tongue. He held on tight, she tightened more and more, gasping and groaning. Finally, she gave a loud moan, and began to cum for the third time on his cock, crying out orgasmically, an odd tickling massage along his tongue, mouth, and throat. Pleasant, and in its own way, oddly forceful, as her ass began to clench, her bucking lost all co-ordination, and she just cried out and came like a freight train around his shaft. Her wings shot out in a picture perfect pose, her assrolling on his shaft harder, clenching, twisting, making him groan just from the effort of holding off. He wasn’t going to finish before she was ready, but that was rapidly becoming an incredibly difficult task. Even in unintended orgasmic contractions, she had the power to push around his stamina. His arms around her neck did nothing to help him, no matter how hard he clutched.

As she screamed out her orgasm in his mouth, he screamed out in hers as well, but not in orgasm. He just screamed trying to resist cumming in her, a herculean task if ever he’d known one. Her glorious wings tickled his chest, powerful yet delicate, reminding him of just who he was fucking. She finally slowed, her bucks and twists getting smaller, her breath coming slower and easier. He broke the kiss and looked in her eyes, breathing heavily after taking her to three orgasms.

“C-can I-”

Once again, she refused to let him finish, this time, bucking back, shrugging him off. He hit the wet boards on his back, as she quickly repositioned herself on top of him, her ass surrounding his dripping shaft. She squeezed tight as she looked down over her shoulder at him. He’d been trying to fight the orgasm for so long, but that squeeze had him near the edge... He gripped her hips tight, fingers digging into the mare’s body, as she looked down at him.

“You look tired, cutie, I’ll do the work for this one”

Just one more. He only had to last to one more orgasm in her, but that was no mean feat. Another squeeze and twist of her hips, and he felt it starting. The cum gathering in his balls, rolling up into his shaft. He bit his lip, trying to keep from just spurting in her. Fortunately for him, at least, this orgasm seemed to be approaching faster for her as well, rapidly riding his cock and crying out light bits of encouragement. “Yeah... Come on... Come on!”

He moaned, clenching all the muscles in his body to keep from spurting in her. He knew she was close, almost cumming. His orgasm was practically screaming to be released, though, and he was seconds from bursting in her beautiful ass. He let out a low groan, his hips seeming to roll against his will as he bounced. She looked back at him, with a teasing smile.

“That’s it, humie... Come on... Cum!”

Just the word coming from her beautiful lips was enough to do it. His back arched, his hips raising high off the ground. He didn’t have a chance for even another few seconds. The most powerful orgasm of Jason’s life blasted through his body, firing off into her tight ass. He had no idea how he’d even lasted this long, and his orgasm was immensely satisfying. The cum burst like a firehose, and as his dead, she came as well. Her wings spread out like an angel, throwing droplets of water outwards, creating a temporary rainbow. Her back arched, and with an orgasmic cry, she let out the loudest and longest groan he had heard come from her yet. His seed dripped back onto his hips, hers stained the wet wood even wetter. The sun glistened off their bodies. The beautiful wonderbolt’s back muscles stiffened and stretched out, dancing for him in the sun, emphasizing the beauty of the moment as the pair of them came together.

Finally, His powerful shots slowed down, stream becoming bursts, bursts finally finishing. As he did, her gasps and grinds slowed down as well, the powerful orgasm that had overcome the pair of them finally finishing off. She pulled herself off, turned to look down at him.

“Feel good?”

“Y-yeah.” He panted, and looked up at her, “Just... Need to rest a bit.”

She grinned, “Guess I wore ya out. Okay, take it easy humie. But don’t think this is the last you saw of me,” she teased him, and sauntered off. He watched her glorious ass as he did.

"You know," He muttered to himself "Looks like this Wonderbolt visit might be a good thing..."

Chapter 4: The Calm and the Storm

Flitter leaned over the side of the rail, watching the human frolicking the water. He seemed to be having a good time. Considering how long it had been since Night Glider disappeared under the water with his pants, she rather suspected that she was as well. She could almost hear the sounds of their excitement from the house. She would have to admit she might be just a little bit jealous that the other mare had gotten to him first. Sure, it wasn’t exactly like she was sex starved. Ponies were hardly prudish, nor overly worried about limiting themselves to one sex or another. Not that straight, gay or lesbian ponies didn’t exist at all. They were as much a part of the world as they were where humans came from. The equine society simply put less stock in who wanted to put what into what part of whose body. With the obvious requirement that you only do so to someone who has (and can) agree, the rest was up in the air.

Still, until recently, the options had been limited to mares and stallions by necessity. With a few divergences towards Diamond Dogs or Gryphons, there simply wasn’t much variety. Those two were aggressive lovers, too. It was in their predatory nature, to take what they wanted. Which, if they wanted you, and you wanted to be unable to sit down for a week after their rough rutting, meant it would work out for everyone. Stallions were gentler, as a rule, but what they lacked in aggression they were more than capable of making up for in raw power and physicality. They were the size of coke bottles and the length of a mare’s forearm, and could ride all night. Which, again, that was just fine. If that’s what you were looking for. As a result, the mix of Equestria’s comparatively lax sexual morals, with her own favored celebrity status, meant that she was certainly spoiled for choice when it came to finding someone willing to share her bed, pure facts of proximity meant that the abundance of lovers didn’t translate to a variety of lovemaking styles.

At any rate, she was on a vacation from regular Wonderbolt events. She could make that a vacation from being railed by bulging stallions and overeager gryphons as well. There was just something undeniably attractive about the way that the human thrashed in his struggles to get himself to the raft. Most stallions could just power through. But whatever Night Glider was doing under the cover of the water was, well, effective to say the least. She rarely got a chance to be in control in bed. Not that she couldn’t or didn’t at all, but there was usually just so much to handle. Submissive stallions were a lot of things, but without heavy bondage, they tended not to exactly come off as helpless. She wasn’t someone who wanted total control in every situation. Just a little experimenting with having someone under her command, enhancing the power that she could draw on by being able to play with the physical power differential. You could only have so much control over someone half the size who you can barely fit inside you. With a human, even if they could be a bit taller, they lacked magic. With their superior lung capacity and flying skills, there was always something a pegasus could do that no human could. That something had the power to drive away the constant reminder that the person submitting to you only did so because of the prior arrangement.

That wasn’t to say that she wanted to force herself on someone, no, never that... She had a proper respect for other people’s desires and consent. It was more that those light forms of power play - Not tying someone down in heavy rubber, which while effective was still rather crass, just pushing and taunting - were based on the lovely little lie that the power imbalance was real, and when the lie is based on controlling a guy twice your size, suspension of disbelief could get stretched as far as her vaginal passage. Someone who was more reasonably endowed, still discovering how far his body could go in a sexual situation. It was a chance to have the sort of control that you couldn’t get with the overactive predators, or the overpowering stallions. To have him red-faced, moaning as she manipulated his sex, teaching him new things about what his body and hers was capable of, to...

“I didn’t notice it was raining.”

Her friend’s voice cut through her drifting thoughts. She looked up at the clear blue sky.

“Raining? I don’t think it’s raining.”

“Oh...” She heard a light, teasing chuckle, “Oh, I could see how you could miss it...” She heard the sound of her friend crouching down, “It looks like a very... Localized... Storm.”

She could feel Cloudchaser’s hot breath against her nether regions, and shivered involuntarily. Perhaps she had been getting a little distracted, and as a result, her lower reaches had been getting extremely wet.

“But there’s definitely some extremely severe precipitation down here...” She felt a hoof rub along her inner thigh slowly “Yep... And I’m fairly certain this wasn’t scheduled, either...” Another low giggle, “Well... In my duties as a weather marshal... I suppose I should try to drain away the excess. We don’t want to cause a flood. I’ll try to get it in one go...” Her friend’s broad tongue rubbed against her lower lips, “Watch out... This is gonna be a storm.”

Cloudchaser’s oral muscle dragged along her dripping lips. She couldn’t resist a low moan as the other woman teased her dripping passage. She’d barely realized how worked up she’d been, but Cloud did have almost a sixth sense for knowing when her friend needed a little bit of unwinding, and with the way that Night was running their caretaker’s stamina ragged, she knew she’d have to wait for a while before she would be able to enjoy that particular exotic treat. So until she got the chance with him, she would have to settle for the oral attention of her childhood friend. Which was hardly an imposition, as that broad and powerful tongue slipped between her lower lips. Her whole body shivered as Cloud teased her from the aroused wetness of a fantasy to full-on dripping from her lower lips. She could feel the heat of her own juices and Cloud’s saliva on her strong, toned thighs, her arousal falling in rivulets down the contours of her leg muscles. Each lap of her tongue drove her arousal onward. Her wings unfurled, and her head slowly rolled back as her friend’s well-trained tongue worked its magic on her body. Every lick by the broad, dripping underside felt strong enough to lift her off the ground on her friend’s muzzle, while each press of the tip to each tiny, individual spot made her shiver at the scientific assault on her senses.

For just a second or two, she was given a small amount of respite from her friend’s teasing of the outside of her pussy. Enough to allow herself a chance to catch a breath, but not long enough for two, as she felt the edge of her tongue tease along her puffy pussy lips. The lovely mare circled around her dripping cunt for a few seconds, before angling her tongue around and pushing it all the way in. Flitter felt Cloudchaser grab her hips and pull her backwards, the other mare taking her well in hoof and grinding her muzzle against Flitter’s lower lips, slipping her tongue deep inside and lapping at Flitter’s soaked passage. The still-standing mare arched her back and moaned long and low, and was treated to that broad tongue diving deeper into her folds. She put her head down on her fore-hooves, groaning out as she began to lose herself in Cloudchaser’s oral attention. Her eyes clenched tight as she tried to hold on, not out of competition, though she loved to compete, but simply out of a desire to preserve the sensations her friend sent through her shuddering body. It was incredible, and it was not going to last long, at this rate. She could feel her orgasm starting already, her body beginning to quake as the climax built. She bit her lower lip, holding on for just another few seconds, before her body was sent rollicking over the climactic edge.

The mare’s tongue cork-screwed inside her. Sweat dripped from her brow as she felt her grip on her body slipping. Cloudchaser unfurled it and buried it deep into her, and she cried out and burst. Her orgasm could be held back no longer. She let out a cry she was sure that the pair below must have heard, and came. Her juices began to splash out from her pussy, draining out into her friend’s mouth. That thought just got her that much more excited. She loved the taste of cum, hers and anyone else’s, and just thinking about someone drinking her nectar made her whole body shake and another orgasm rocked her.

“Ahhhh, yeeees!” She cried to the sky, to the bay, to the forest on the other side. She couldn’t hold back the excitement and the sensation. Even if she had tried to hold back the gasp she couldn’t, her body wanted the world to know how hard, fast, and hot her friend had her cumming. Without her own conscious control, she felt her hips grinding back against her muzzle, held as still as they could be by those hooves, wings spread out wide. Her muscles shook, seized, and spasmed as the orgasm overtook her, tongue lolling out. The thoughts of the human and their other friend below were nearly gone from her mind as she shuddered and squirted her juices on Cloudchaser’s muzzle, cumming long and hard before finally beginning to wind down from the powerful orgasm.

She rested her head on her hooves, breathing deep after the long, and in a way, exhausting experience. She spoke softly to her friend.

“That... Was incredible.”

“Did I say it was all over?” Cloudchaser asked, “I think this storm is going to be a long one. It’ll take more than that to finish.”

The other mare tried to dive her muzzle back between her legs, but she shifted out of position for it. “Oh no you don’t. It’s my turn to have some fun.” Having her lower reaches licked like that had certainly put her in the mood to get a little taste of mare herself.

“Aww, but I’m the weather marshal!” she faux-whined, “Ya gotta let me finish the storm.”

“And I,” she responded, “Am the better Wonderbolt, and I’m saying that you gotta delay it.”

“Wait, since when were you better?”

“Since I just said.”

“I’m better, though!”

“I said it first!” She turned and pounced on her friend. They rolled around on the open porch, first one on top, then the other, playfully wrestling until.

“EEP!” Flitter felt the wood beneath her head give way, leaving it dangling over a drop. “Okay, fine, let’s settle it!” She eased herself back into a more stable position on the landing, “The one who makes the other orgasm first is the better Wonderbolt”

Her friend laughed at that suggestion, “Fine. I don’t think this storm is over yet, then.” Cloudchaser repositioned herself, pressing her own dripping pussy up against Flitter’s muzzle, and Flitter felt that tongue press back against her cunt.

“Alright, ready?” Cloud asked.

“Ready,” Flitter answered.

“On three.” Cloud announced

“Sure,” she grinned

“ONETWOTHREE!” Cloud immediately shoved her muzzle back into Flitter’s nether-regions, not giving the mare on the bottom time to respond. Mouth open, lips locked to lower lips, and tongue right back to work on the pussy that Cloud had already proved she knew well. Flitter’s head rolled back again, and she grasped onto her friend’s hips and sides as she reeled from the ambush, her friend going full steam ahead right into her cunt which had already been pre-soaked in more ways than one. Cloud was picking up where she left off, even suckling a little and taking Flitter’s folds into her mouth. She was a Wonderbolt, and hardly one to give up and give in quickly, but what she wasn’t was a liar, which was what she’d have to be to deny the pleasure that her friend rolled through her body. She gasped for air, she needed to calm down. She closed her legs around Cloudchaser’s head, and pressed herself in close, pawing at the slender yet still powerful muscles of her friend’s back.

“NNngg... No... Fair...” She panted, as she fought to regain her self-control from Cloud’s aggressive tonguing. It wouldn’t be an easy task, by any measure, but she did have her pride, and that wouldn’t allow her to just lie back and take the tantalizing oral treatment. She kept in mind the advice that she’d learned in a brief sojourn into Neighpon, and focused on letting the sensations roll through her. To be one with the pleasure without succumbing to it.

It took a bit of time and effort, but she was soon able to control herself, at least enough that she could return her attention to her friend’s own clenching hole. Her hips slid down (or up, if you wanted to look at it) to Cloudchaser’s lovely round rump, and she used that for the leverage to pull herself back up to her friend’s wet and winking pussy. She pressed her lips to it, and began to put as much pleasure back into Cloud as she was getting, lapping at her. She felt her friend’s pussy spreading for her powerful tongue, juices beginning to drip out of her. This may still have been the early goings of their little erotic contest, but that was no reason to hold back. She felt more and more of her best friend’s sweet nectar along her tongue, drawing as much of those feminine juices out of Cloud as she could. Exploring every wet inch of her friend’s passage, gathering her juices on her tongue and rolling them around in her mouth. She was gratified by a low moan in response to her treatment. Her hands rubbed along Cloud’s plump round ass cheeks, and the moans grew louder. Admittedly, the long low moans that vibrated against her cunt didn’t make the tasking of continuing to hold off any easier. Nor did the taste of Cloudchaser’s tangy pre-orgasmic juices rolling across her tongue, the taste tantalized her taste buds. There was nothing sweeter to her than orgasmic fluids.

She had to keep her head clear, as hard as that was to do when you’re buried muzzle-deep in your best friend’s cunt, taking her juice with the intensity of a vampire bat ravaging an orchard. She gave another light spank to Cloudchaser’s lovely plump ass, and the resulting moan was just as satisfying as the way it jiggled, just enough on it to tantalize without compromising the firm power of the equine aerial ace, nor the iconic sleek profile of a pegasus in motion. Both hooves pressed hard on her full cheeks, massaging her ass as she turned this into a double-pronged attack, cunt being worked while her ass was pumped and patted. She knew how hard it could be to resist squirming for any sort of anal situation. The scent glands in their tailholes were used to signal arousal and availability to nearby stallions, and while they had evolved to the point that one could simply ask, that hadn’t changed the amount to which the pony’s ass was an erogenous zone, a center for pleasure and, in this case, a wonderful tool to use in their little sexual duel. Her friend’s moans only grew louder and she grew bolder. She knew it could be a bit risky to try to change position in a situation like this, but wanted to drive home her advantage in the erotic contest. She squeezed her legs harder along Cloud’s head, repositioned her hooves to those hips, and tried to give one quick buck and turn to put Cloudchaser on her back.

She flexed her legs, her hips, her forearms. At first, nothing happened, but after a couple more seconds of struggle, she had Cloud pinned down beneath her. Her hooves repositioned just a bit to roll along her thick ass cheeks once more, and she pulled her tongue from Cloud’s pussy, just for a second, so she could press the flat of it against her wet, wide hole, with special attention being paid to the pressure put to her stiff clit. It paid off with dividends, as Cloudchaser gave a long gasp and moan, and she could swear she heard a muffled ‘Ah, Celestia!’ from Cloud’s lips buried against her own cunt. Even if her lips had been trying to deny how close Cloud was to an orgasm, her pussy couldn’t lie. The juices swelled out along the other Wonderbolt’s lower lips, pre glistening on her thighs and stomach. Flitter could hardly pass on such an enticing feast, and drove back between her legs, tongue twisting and rolling through Cloudchaser’s vulnerable sex. Flitter loved the taste, the texture, the feel of a mare’s cunt juices spilling out into her tongue. Her own pussy was dripping and wings spreading at the thought of the rush of fluids that would soon spread out through her muzzle. Cloud was trapped beneath her, shaking and shivering. It was time for her to execute her own sexual coup-de-gras on the shaking and shivering mare who she had teased up to the edge of an overpowering orgasm.

Flitter dug her tongue deep into Cloudchaser’s cunt, and suckled on the soft yet subtly powerful flesh within. She wrapped her hooves tighter around Cloud’s back, and pulled upwards, while suckling on her cunt. She was going to get those juices she craved so badly. She pulled herself up into a kneeling position, clutching Cloud’s hips and ass, and displaying her spread wings for all to see. Her calves crossed closer behind her friend’s back, and she shuddered at the light groan of helplessness that it netted. Cloudchaser knew she was beat, and they both knew that her orgasm was Flitter’s to command. She soon would have the cum she so desperately craved flowing between her lips. She made sure there was no way out, no hint of a possibility of escape, before beginning her personal final sequence.

She repositioned one hoof a bit lower, holding her by the small of her back, so she could pull the other one away for a moment. She gave an deep moan to shake Cloud’s cunt, and reached her other hoof higher. Then, she finished her all at once. She ground her hips hard against Cloud’s muzzle, and brought her hoof roughly down on her friend’s beautiful ass, giving a flat smack across her cheeks, a spank that was more loud than painful, and a love-nip on the cunt-flesh in her mouth. Neither was hard enough to deliver any true pain, but both were undoubtedly effective at the task of bringing her friend to a rolling orgasm.

It certainly worked. If Flitter’s cunt hadn’t been blocking Cloud’s muzzle, she was sure the cry of orgasm would have echoed every bit as loud as hers or Spitfire’s was. Her orgasmic juices practically exploded into Flitter’s mouth, and the very taste was nearly enough to spark her own orgasm against Cloud’s. Her friend’s spasming pussy expelled burst after burst of marecum, like the gushing of a breaking dam, dancing across her tongue. It was all she could do to take in and swallow what she was being given, but she was determined not to let a single drop of her friend’s juices go to waste. There was nothing in the world that quite had the taste of cum, mare or stallion, nothing that could tantalize the taste buds quite the way that a pony’s - Or gryphon’s, Diamond Dog’s, or even, she assumed, human’s - Cum could. If she could bury her muzzle any deeper between those legs, to get at even another drop of the spurting liquid, she would. Sure, it was the taste of victory in this little erotic contest, but even more than that, it was the taste of the greatest type of power. The power to bring pleasure and satisfaction to others, to bring them to previous unknown, joyous heights while she lapped up the result of her carnal encounter. She lapped, sucked, and twisted her muzzle and lips until she was sure there wasn’t a drop left to be taken from this orgasm, before releasing her friend back to the now far more wet wood of the porch.

She didn’t, however, release her head, instead keeping it stuck against her own pussy. She heard a low, inquisitive grunt, and turned back to Cloud.

“I think...” She grinned, “I just proved that I’m the better Wonderbolt... And now it’s time that I take my prize. Finish the storm work” she teased.

Cloud didn’t listen, instead, her hooves pressed on Flitter’s hips, and she tried to pull back. Their little power play, however, wasn’t quite finished, and both of them knew it. Cloud’s struggles were more about getting her ‘win’ back than about avoiding one of the pair’s favorite pastimes, copious cunnilingus. The mare loved to be facefucked, and you couldn’t exactly do that without some struggle. She smirked and clenched her legs tighter around Cloud’s head, keeping it trapped up against her cunt. The slight breaths that her friend was able draw teased her folds with every hot exhalation against her pussy. She leaned forward on her hooves even as she pressed her knees back towards the ground, finding the perfect angle to get a real squeeze on Cloudchaser’s head and neck, keep her as trapped and controlled as her friend secretly loved to be in sexual situations. She felt the struggles beginning to lessen, and that tongue came out again, teasing the outside of her sex. She shook her hips a little making sure Cloudchaser was as buried between her folds as the lovely mare could be, and began rolling her hips to draw as much pleasure out of her team-mate’s muzzle as she could, relishing in the little whimpers, moans, pants, and kisses her domination extracted from the sexually outdone Wonderbolt. Her own orgasm growing as she savored the taste still pressed on her lips, and the way that her friend squirmed.

Each press of that hoof on her ass, each kiss to her cunt, each twist and squirm more proof of her sexual skill. She turned her head to watch the pair on the raft. The human was pumping Night roughly from behind now, or at least as roughly as a human would be able to take the mare’s tight ass. She laughed to herself.

“It’s a shame you can’t see what they’re up to” She teased her friend, and pulled her muzzle tighter to her as a reminder of just why she couldn’t, how stuck she was in the prison of flesh that Flitter had wrapped around her. Flitter’s own orgasm was growing for the little groans and pants.

“He’s... Really taking her.” Her voice was high and half-broken by the arousal of rolling along her companion’s muzzle, “Fucking her hard... Wish you could watch...” The taunting made Cloud whimper a bit erotically and redouble her oral attention, the orgasm growing deep in Flitter’s core.

Her voice was broken by pants as she narrated the events for her team-mate, her pussy juices beginning to flow freely, “G-gonna have so much fun with that guy... Really... G-gonna get a shot at the humie myself... Nnngg... ‘Cause I’m the best wonderbolt.”

She shuddered as she felt her friend at suckling and twisting tongue movements to the mix, as eager to get her off as she herself was, “Best Bolt... Hottest bolt... Hottest tongue... Hottest mouth...” She rattled off her own praises as she was serviced, wings spreading wide once more.

“G-gonna suck that human cock... G-gonna ride it... G-gonna find out how it tastes... Oh yeah... G-gonna taste all that cum... Gonna suck th-those balls j-just plain dry!” A shudder shook her whole body and drew a whimper of pain as well as desperation from her friend. It was followed by little aftershocks as she felt that orgasm growing and was happy to take it.

“Y-yeah... L-look at him... L-look at the pair of them!” She exclaimed, and bit her lip as she tried to even process all the sensations being derived from Cloudchaser’s lips and tongue twisting around her, “Th-that’s gonna be me! G-gonna get him! H-his cum!” She exclaimed, and her leg muscles spasming and pushing her friend around and against her.

“H-his cock! G-gonna fuck him and make him c-c-cum... A... And I’m... I’m gonna c-cum s-so hard! F-for him! G-gonna have th-th-that human stud in the... Center of my hoof...” Her hips were shaking, and totally not under her control any more...

“‘Cause I’m the hottest... I’m the fastest... I’m the sexiest... I’m... The...” She cut herself off with a long groan, and finished “I’M THE BEST WONDERBOOOOOOOOOLT!” She cried out, and her own orgasmic cry sync’d up perfectly with the one given by the mare on the raft, both of them cumming and moaning at once. Her juices flooded her facefucked friend, squirting along her muzzle, muscles, legs, whole body spasming, wings spread out as she came hard on Cloudchaser’s muzzle. Her eyes rolled back as she cried out and buried Cloud in her, splashing out juices heavily across her best friend, staining the wood with her marecum. It looked like there had been a storm now, if a highly, indeed suspiciously localized one, as she came and shook over her friend’s trapped muzzle, her inner walls milking at that broad tongue.

Finally, the orgasm died down, and she allowed herself to flop off of Cloud, and lie back, breathing deep and taking in the gorgeous view. That may have been enough sex for one day. At least for one few hours or so. That didn’t mean she was done, though, not at all. Their vacation was just beginning, and their cute little caretaker was going to be in for quite an experience.

She heard her friend breathing heavily as well, coughing and panting once she’d been freed from her little pussy prison. She looked over to Cloud to make sure she was alright, and was relieved to see a broad smile across her friend’s face.

“That... Was awesome.” Her friend panted.

“Y-yeah... Definitely.” She looked up, watching the sun and clouds across the sky. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been doing it, when her friend seemed to have caught her breath enough to ask.

“So... You mean what ya say about goin’ after the caretaker?”

“Oh yeah.” She laughed, still high on the rush of power and sex, “He isn’t gonna know what milked him. I’ll be the ride of his life.”

Her friend giggled, “You think you’ll be that good, huh?”

She turned to look Cloudchaser in her eyes. “Oh, Cloudy...” She grinned, “Just you watch me.”

Chapter 1: Arrival

Jason rested his arm on the back landing’s railing, and looked out across the dark blue Ahaso Bay. It was a pretty good job, when you thought about it. No boss looking over his shoulder, no deadline, no sales quota. It really came down to just ‘Live Here.’ If you were a suitably neat person, which Jason was by nature, the job practically did itself. Do some dusting in the ones you don’t live in, pick up after yourself in the one you do. Jason wasn’t a guy to leave it to what was easy, but still, it was a good time, and even his perfectionist approach left plenty of time for the simple things, like swimming, music, or reading. The things that made the difference between loneliness, and being alone.

The cottage was one of a group that had used to belong to an acting troupe, which the Wonderbolts had bought as a group vacation home. Each house had room for a couple of ponies, two or three, and the wonderbolts numbered somewhere between 5 and 8. It was an elite group, and thus, a small one. As a result, their vacation place was a nice complex that gave enough community, by giving each of the ponies a couple to a house, and yet also a little privacy if they wanted to be alone and away from the others. Something that, despite the small confines, was surprisingly easy to do.

Jason had chose the red one, the first of the three, to use for himself, but he took pride in maintaining all of them exactly as they’d been left. Sure, he washed some dishes and picked up things left on the floor (You’d think their military precision would have made them better at cleaning up) and an in-progress videogame had been saved rather than left for months on a pause screen, but in all other ways, when the Wonderbolts came back, they would come back to the cottage they had left. A book left on a bed was still on the bed, a stuffed Ursa Major that Soarin’ had won at a summer fair sat at the head of the table. There was even an in-progress Poker game. The cards were face down, but he’d had to occasionally pick them up when he was dusting. He’d made notes of the hands. Soarin’ would get a flush, if another diamond showed, and Flitter would if there were two hearts. If nothing good came up, though, Cloudchaser would win with a pair of tens.

Night Glider should just fold.

The sun was slowly disappearing behind the mountains to the west, making them glow with orange light. Some evenings, you’d swear they were on fire, the way the reflected glare from the white rocks shone on the buildings. He looked down at the receding shoreline, powered in this world, like all natural processes, by the hard work of pegasi, unicorns, and earth ponies. In this case, a series of treadmills operated by Earth Ponies cranked the water back, and then, after a while, cranked it back forward. Equestria was like that. Weird, but charming, in its own way, like a world designed by a small child. He could just imagine a kid explaining it.

“And then, when they need water, all the flying horsies get together and spin around real fast, and then the water turns into a tornado and they carry it up! And one of them makes the sun go up, and the other one makes the moon go up, and then when it’s fall, all of them run really fast and the leaves fall down!” It was the sort of logic that made sense only in bizarre imaginings.

In part, that was why he liked it. It was a dreamworld. And the going around naked didn’t hurt the appeal of it. The ponies were sexy. Most of them walked around completely naked, or close to it. He followed suit, both because of the enjoyment of being naked, and because of the heat. It was rather nice, too, that for the most parts, the mares didn’t remind his... Genetic reaction to the view.

It might have just been his upbringing, but he just liked the view. Those nice round asses over long, strong legs. He had never been interested in vaginal sex, but he always liked a good looking ass. He figured the way they walked, they had to be really grinding together the muscles, which made them good and strong. Good and strong, meant good and tight, a good and hot place to slide in and really slam. There were scent glands were up there, too, left over from a time when pheromones were a better way to attract attention than a seductive look and a flower arrangement. It lent them a sweet smell that made him just want to pounce them and lick them all night.

Especially the pegasi. Their wings, beating against the air, a perfect paradox. Fragile, yet strong. Slight, yet empowering. They made the pegasi look like equine angels, and yet at the same time, seemed like they should be blown away by light gusts. The mix of power and tenderness was so beautiful. He wanted to run his fingers through their feathers, hold them, and be held by them. Each beat of the wings made him want to grab them and fly away. Or use them as handholds to fuck their owners rapidly.

He was getting lost in thought. He may have wanted to fantasize about pegasi all day and night, really, but he did have to do things. In this case, eat. He tried to minimize the mess from cooking, so he’d make all his food for the day in the morning, put it in the refrigerator, and take his meals out of there. It wasn’t the most exciting cuisine, certainly, but he wasn’t a fan of fine dining. It was enough to keep him fed and that was that. There was nothing else to it, and nothing more he needed. He wouldn’t have minded a few friends, of course, it did get lonely.

He pulled a plate out of the refrigerator. A salad sandwich. He was sure they wouldn’t mind if he had something other than vegetarian, but he didn’t want to disturb them when they came, if there was something that he missed. Ponies were vegetarian, and so, while he was in their house, so was he. If he wanted meat, he’d eat out. He did do that, sometimes. The Wonderbolts paid him well to keep things in order. That was why he put so much effort into making sure they were as ordered as could be, he prided himself on being worth the money he was paid by Equestria’s top flight team to keep things in order.

He sat down at the table, looking across it at Soarin’s bear. Ivan was his primary companion, these days. It was lonely, but it wasn’t too bad.

“So, Ivan. How was your day?” He asked. The bear gave no answer.

He sighed, “Yeah, same for me. SSDD, eh?”

Ivan agreed silently.

“Yeah... Hey, you cut the firewood like I asked?”

Ivan looked down nervously, and he took another bite of his sandwich.

“You know, Ivan, you really gotta start pulling your weight around here. This isn’t a one-person operation, you know.”

Ivan had been told too many times to want to answer.

“Look, Ivan, I know you’re just a stuffed bear, but that’s no excuse for not being helpful. Look at Ted. He does stuff all the time. I know. I saw it in a movie.”

Ivan’s look silently questioned him on whether Seth MacFarlane films should be used as evidence in this discussion, a point he conceded.

“Oh, fine, Ivan. I’m sorry. I just get frustrated.” He finished his sandwich, and stood up, patting the stuffed bear on the head. Poor conversationalist, that one, but a great listener. He brushed the crumbs into the trash, and washed the plate, before going back out onto the large front deck to enjoy the evening. The deck looked out up a long pathway, to where the pegasi landed or carriages stopped. The entrance to this little complex. The cool evening air washed over him. This wasn’t a bad place to be, or a bad time to be here. Sure, he was alone, but there was so much to enjoy here. The sound of the ocean lapping at the shores. The cries of birds in the trees. The wind rustling through their leaves. The three wonderbolts landing at the entrance and coming up the path.

Wait, what?

He looked again, as if perhaps a second check might correct the oversight. But there was no denying it. A trio of mares had landed and were walking up the path, Flitter, Night Glider, and Cloudchaser. He recognized them from the posed calendar he’d put on the wall. May, June, and July. While obviously he knew he had every right to be there, this was a first. He’d always been paid to do it while no-one was around, and then left before they got there. He’d only ever met Spitfire, once, and then only for a brief interview and to get the keys.

The three mares were chatting idly, but then one of them noticed him, and gestured with her wing. He was a deer in the headlights as they stared at each-other. He didn’t have anywhere else to go, and while he had every right to be there, he knew one thing was for sure. Things were about to change for him.

Author's Note

This is an interesting one for me, because it's nothing like what I usually write. It's really exciting to go outside what's expected of me like this.

There's no sex in this chapter, but trust me. Give it some time.