Wonderbolts Vacation

Chapters

1- The Mixup
2- Come here often?
3- Peeping Pegasi
4- Sex on the Beach
5- Man in the Middle
6- Squeaky Clean
7- Spread the Jelly
8- Out with a Bang
Epilogue: The New Recruit

1- The Mixup

The little villa was what anyone would call paradise. Nestled away on an island beach with plenty of space between it and the neighboring villas, the sound of the ocean could be heard in every room, and the thin white curtains billowed lazily with the warm saltwater wind.

For Josh Erickson, it almost didn't feel real. As an engineer working on electronics, daily life was filled with small details and sharp focus, boxed into dimly-lit workshops. He hadn't realized how long it had been since he'd actually gotten a chance to relax. Not just a day off spent catching up on personal projects and making time for friends, but time all to himself.

If the little cabana lacked anything, though, it was ponies. After the Equestrians opened the portal between worlds, it didn't take long for the friendly, peaceful creatures to make diplomatic ties. While they certainly seemed more comfortable in their own world, as did the humans, one of the industries that sprung up around the world-changing event was inter-world tourism. It was this industry that even employed Josh, as he worked to adapt Earth technology for pony bodies. There was just something about the cute little equines that charmed him, made him sympathetic to their plight, being so out of place on Earth. He would miss seeing them over his month on the island.

But if the villa had an abundance of anything, it was baths. Not just a bathtub, but a shower and hot tub too, all in-suite. It was still fairly early with plenty of daylight left to roam the beaches and palm-lined paths, so he decided to see just how luxurious the shower was.

"This. Looks. Awesome!" Night Glider exclaimed upon her first glance at the villa.

"Yeah, a whole month stuck with you two," Fleetfoot joked.

"Keep it up and you'll be sleeping alone," Spitfire jabbed back.

"I still think we should have brought Soarin," Fleetfoot said.

Spitfire just shook her head. "He would have knocked one of us up for sure." She then reached out and gave Fleetfoot a very suggestive nip on the ear. "Just means we'll have to find some other way to get our rocks off."

Fleetfoot grinned. "Easy there, Captain. You're making the newbie blush."

"I'm not blushing!" Night Glider said as she turned to open the door.

Spitfire was about to add another quip when the three stopped as they entered. Their ears perked up as they heard the very distinctive sound of running water and humming pipes.

"Is somepony... in our shower?" Night Glider asked.

Then the pattering sound stopped abruptly.

"I'm going to kill Management," Fleetfoot grumbled.

"This is the right villa, isn't it?" Night Glider wondered.

"Number 14. Said so on the door," Spitfire answered.

Each mare froze again when they heard steps. But not hooves clopping on the wooden floor. Footsteps.

A dark-haired human man walked out in a towel. He almost didn't notice them as he headed toward the bedroom for his bags, but stopped when he saw them out of the corner of his eye. Three pegasi mares, each about chest-height to him, looking at him with a mixture of surprise and acid.

"Uh... what are you doing here?" Josh asked.

"We could ask you the same thing," Spitfire said.

"This is my villa. I'm on vacation. Did the company send you?"

"No, this is our villa, paid for by the Wonderbolts." Spitfire groaned. "The resort screwed up. They double-booked us."

"So what are we going to do?" Night Glider asked.

Josh felt bad for them. He never took up a lot of space to begin with, but he imagined the three mares must be pretty disappointed to find out there had been a mistake on the first day of their vacation.

So he spoke up. "You know, I don't mind sharing. There's more than enough beds, and plenty of space all-around. I'll just stay out of your way and let you enjoy yourselves."

"You want to share?" Fleetfoot said, taking an aggressive step forward.

"Sounds good to me," Spitfire said.

The other two gave the yellow pegasus a look, but they backed down. It was clear to Josh that she was the leader, and he was glad there wasn't going to be any trouble.

He decided to make himself absent before more could be stirred up, though. "Why don't I get dressed and then I'll just head out for a walk?" he suggested. "You can have the place to yourself for the afternoon to settle in."

"Thanks. That sounds great," Spitfire said cordially.

Something was off. Josh could sense it, and it made him nervous. Tightening the towel around his waist, he gave an awkward chuckle. "The showers are nice," he added.

"We'll have to try them out," Spitfire said with a grin.

That grin hooked Josh in a way that made his blood rush. It was as if she was trying to make him think of her in the shower, that flaming mane soaking wet, draped around her shoulders the way her tail would drape around her firm flanks. Suddenly his mind jumped to the other two mares, practically twins, their coats only a few shades different. He didn't know why he was suddenly imagining them making out, their lips roving from their necks down to their chests as they let out sweet moans. The heat alone would make their marehoods-

He needed to leave. Already he was starting to make a tent in the towel. With another smile that he hoped was more friendly than weird, he dove into his room to change, ready to walk and clear his head.

They picked out their rooms and unpacked, waiting until he left. As soon as he was just a mote on the white beach, Fleetfoot turned to Spitfire. "What's the big idea? There's no way he had this booked before we did. We could have totally told him to take a hike!"

"Fleetfoot, chill. Weren't you the one who was just complaining that we didn't have a stallion to fool around with?"

"He's not a stallion, Spitfire."

"No, he's not. Which means he can't knock us up." There was a pause as the other two mares realized what Spitfire had been thinking all along. "They say humans last longer, too," the captain added.

"Wait," Night Glider interrupted. "Even if I did want to fuck a human, which I'm still kinda iffy on, what makes you think he'll want to fuck us? We're not even the same species."

"You didn't see the tent he was pitching? Because I sure did." Spitfire said with a grin.

Her grin spread to the other two. Fleetfoot was already licking her lips, her hind legs quivering with anticipation. "I hope he likes anal."

"Let me take the lead girls," Spitfire said. "I think I know just how to handle this." With that, she stepped out of the bedroom and headed toward the shower to refresh herself, grooming her body like a predator sharpens its claws.

2- Come here often?

The idea was to take a relaxing walk on the beach to clear his head, but so far Josh hadn't thought of much else besides those mares. The white sand was so fine and soft against his heels, but he could only think of the fluffy softness of their coats. The ocean air was warm and moist, so very much like-

He shook his head. He needed to stop thinking like this. The three of them were just here to relax, and the last thing any female wanted, regardless of species, was some guy drooling over her.

Josh wasn't normally like this. He was pretty easygoing and not given to intense feelings, but he found that pony mares were so much... friendlier. Even the way they smiled at him when he was in his towel was almost encouraging, rather than embarrassed or ashamed. It was like they barely even noticed his partial nudity, and the way their eyes took in his body wasn't judgmental in the slightest. Ponies always had a way of seeing the best in everyone. That's why he felt so passionate about his work.

But he couldn't let these thoughts linger. Maybe a walk wasn't the best way to clear his head. Walks were a way to get ideas going, and he needed to shut his brain down. With a deep breath, feeling quite the opposite of how he expected his tropical vacation to be, he headed back to the villa.

Instead of breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of the beachside resort, though, he only felt a pang of nervousness. The mares were in there, and he wasn't nearly ready to face them yet. He would certainly make a fool of himself, or offend them in some way. These were the first real ponies he had ever had extended contact with outside of work, and he was already feeling the pressure not to screw it up.

At least there was a bathtub outside, and he was already in his swim trunks from the beach. It looked like the mares were still doing their business inside, probably looking for a way to contact someone about the mixup.

Feeling confident that he wouldn't be bothering anyone, he uncovered the tub, turned on the bubbles and took his shirt off before slipping in. Even in the tropics where the sun seemed to bathe everything in a balmy glow, the ocean breeze against his bare skin made the warmth of the water perfectly refreshing.

Josh sank into the churning heat and let out a deep breath. He let his body go limp, finally able to find a bit of relaxation as he submerged himself.

And what was he so worried about, anyway? A few rogue thoughts, even rather strong, sexual ones, never hurt anyone. It was how he acted that counted, and he wasn't the type to be impulsive. Realistically, he would likely befriend these mares, or at least become good acquaintances. They would relax together, discuss work and their home lives, and move on feeling much better at the end of the month.

The thought comforted him. Josh closed his eyes and sank even lower into the water, until just his nose was above the bubbling surface. He stayed like this for a long time until he took another deep breath, letting himself sink all the way in, completely enveloped in the warmth.

He nearly jumped out of the tub when he came up for air. "Hey you," he heard a confident, feminine voice greet him.

It was that yellow mare again, the leader. Even at practically half his size, somehow she still managed to intimidate. Something in her smile.

"Hey," he returned the greeting with awkward surprise. "Uh..."

"Spitfire," she filled the gap.

"Josh." He was tempted to offer a handshake, but he had worked with ponies enough not to make such an amateur mistake.

"Nice to meet you." Again, she flashed that smile, the glare of white in her teeth and glinting off her eyes more intense than the sun beating down on them. "Mind if I join you?"

It's not like he could say no. After all, she was here for the same reason he was: to relax. Right? "Go ahead," he said with a calm hand wave.

"Thanks," she said as she slipped into the bubbles with him. She took a moment to adjust and relax, spreading herself with a groan. Josh couldn't help but let his eyes dart down to her hindlegs, but the churning water obscured any sight of her slit. He looked back up to her face, already feeling a blush coming on.

Taking another look at her mane, now that he had heard her name, caused everything to click. They had mentioned that they were Wonderbolts, the most famous fliers in Equestria. He was certain that Spitfire was the name of the captain. His eyes widened when he realized just who he was sitting in a hot tub with, trying to get a better view. He was talking to a celebrity.

"Are you... Captain Spitfire?"

Her smile turned a little cocky. "You've heard of me? Most humans have no idea who the Wonderbolts are."

"When you work with ponies..." he trailed off. "Wow."

"So what do you do?" she turned the question back on him.

"I, uh, I'm an engineer. I make machines to help ponies. Hoof-friendly things."

"Smart," she said back. "Why would you want to do that?"

"Well, I know humans aren't always the friendliest, but I want our world to be welcoming for you. Ponies have been really good to us so far. The least we could do is accommodate you."

Now her smile turned warmer. "Wow. Smart and kind." Even as he reddened under her flattery, she continued the conversation. "So what brings you out here?"

"Paid vacation by the company."

"All by yourself? No family to bring with you?"

"Not really," he answered.

"Huh," she said as she adjusted, spreading her arms around the back of the tub, almost seeming to tease him with how open her body was, yet still obscured. "You know, I'm glad you're here. We don't get to really talk with a lot of humans, and it's nice to see one who's so... comfortable around us."

"Well, I've never really had a chance to sit down and just talk with ponies, either."

Now that smile turned confident, harsh again, as she lowered her face. "You seem awfully eager, though," she said.

"What do you mean?"

Her eyes darted down over his body before looking back up to him. He looked down as well. Even with the bubbly water, the sight of his erection in his trunks was unmistakable.

"Oh. God, I- I am so sorry," he began to apologize.

"Don't be. I'm flattered, really," she said. "Happens to stallions all the time. We mares often take it as a compliment."

"...Really?" he asked, feeling only slightly relieved.

"Of course. Nothing says 'I think you're pretty' better than a stallion getting hard in front of a mare. It's like a secret code or something."

"Is- is that so?" Josh felt things quickly moving out of his control, Spitfire maintaining a poise that made him feel like there was a part of the script he hadn't read yet.

"Yeah. You can say a lot of things," she said. With that, she stood and turned around. Josh's heart was pounding as he watched her rear up, placing her forehooves on the edge of the tub. His breath frozen in his throat, she turned her head to look at him, flashing that cocky smile as she lifted her tail sky high.

"This is how mares say, 'I want you to fuck me.'"

The wet strands of hair from her tail flicked glinting droplets of water into the air and onto her backside, the cheeks taut and toned, the muscles accentuated by the beads. The drops ran down to her pucker, the ring darkened with moisture, and the rivulets continued to trail down to her marehood. Her lips were dark as well, and Josh could see the tiny bloom of pink that was her clit peeking out of the bottom of the folds. Even if he wasn't a pony, Josh got her signal loud and clear.

"So what do you say, stud?" she purred, even wiggling her rump a little.

Josh couldn't help but smile. All thoughts of context and should or should not left him. He was about to get laid, to fulfill one of his deepest fantasies by fucking this fit little mare. "Alright," was all he could say.

He stood as well, slipping his trunks off and plopping them on the edge, letting his cock stand tall and firm, the breeze on his flesh cool against the hot water on his flesh.

"Wow. I didn't think humans would be so big," she said.

Josh didn't know how to respond to that, but her flattery certainly had an affect on him. Wading the short distance through the water, he approached the presenting mare.

He was so close he could smell the water mixing with her fur, could see the sunlight shimmer on her coat. He laid his hands on her back, running down toward her soft wings, her flank, feeling the smooth muscle turn to soft flesh as he cupped his palms on her rump. His breath shook with anticipation as an eager grin spread across his face.

"Go on," Spitfire said. "Breed me, stud."

God, how he loved it when she called him that. Feeling more in charge than ever, about to realize one of his greatest fantasies, he gripped the base of her tail, the wet strands giving him total control of her backside, and he lined his shaft up with her moist opening, the heat radiating off her flesh in waves, hotter than the waters below.

He didn't need to be told again. With a rough thrust, Josh entered Spitfire, the two moaning in unison at the first pleasure. Just being inside her, feeling her slick heat gripping his cock, caused his primal side to take over. Without much care for her pleasure, he did as she asked and started fucking her.

Spitfire didn't seem to mind. Every thrust into her rocked her body forward, and with his hand yanking her tail up and keeping her flanks in place for him, she was entirely at his mercy. She had wondered just how commanding humans could be, and she wasn't disappointed. With every impact of his hips into her, shocks of ecstasy spread through her, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

"Ahh, fuck me, Josh!" she begged. "Hard as you can! I can take it!"

All Josh wanted was to unload his balls into her, and the invitation drove him wild. Releasing her tail, only for Spitfire to raise it higher, he hooked his fingers around each of her flanks, gripping her roughly, and bent over her, pulling her ass into him with every thrust into her.

Stallions couldn't do it like that, and the increase in force was all Spitfire needed to feel the fire gathering in her belly. This new feeling, this new way of having her brains screwed out, was too much for her.

"Josh-!" was all she could get out before her climax cut her off. He felt a surge of wetness and hot clenching around his cock, every bit of the mare's body begging for his load. He laid into her, pounding her marehood again and again, feeling the tightening in balls coming on, ready to fill her with his seed.

With a few last thrusts, Josh rammed every last inch he had in her, letting out an animalistic groan as the first spurts of cum fired from him. Spitfire panted to feel his hot cream filling her, and Josh could only hang his head back as it flowed out of him, the mare's wet depths accepting every drop.

For a few long moments, neither moved, trying to catch their breath. Josh saw Spitfire turn back to look at him with a satisfied smile. He offered a little chuckle in return. He had actually fucked a mare, and it was better than he could have ever imagined it would be.

Josh quickly grew soft and slipped out, releasing his partner. All the two could do was slump down into the water, the small currents against their naked, used bodies refreshing as they basked in afterglow.

Now that Josh's senses were returning to him, he began to feel suspicious. No matter how curious about human Spitfire was, sex just didn't happen like that. Something had to be up.

"Where did that come from?" Josh asked, starting to prod into her motivations.

"I could ask you the same thing," she panted.

"No, I mean, why did you do that? Without any warning?"

She lazily turned her head toward him. "I saw your boner when you were in the towel. I knew you wanted it."

But that couldn't have been the whole story, Josh knew. "So you were just being nice?"

"You think I didn't enjoy it?" she returned.

"But what would the others think?" he asked.

Now Spitfire gave her most confident grin yet. "I think they'll be excited to hear how good you are in the sack."

Josh felt like he was finally getting to the bottom of things. "What do you mean?"

"We've all been pretty curious about you humans. Fleetfoot and I love sharing in bed, and Night Glider's been a fun change of pace, but when it comes to males, there's really only one we can rely on, and it gets a little old after a while. But after that... whew." Spitfire was shaking her head in near disbelief. "That was a lot better than I thought it would be. And once the others get a taste, I know they're going to want more too."

"The others?" he asked.

"Oh yeah. You think I'm the only mare who wants a piece of that meat? I hope you're ready to get laid a lot this month," Spitfire said.

Just the thought was already sparking his arousal again. "You think the three of you can handle me?"

"Ooh, looks like someone's got balls," Spitfire teased. "We like that in a stallion."

"Then you'll like it even better in a human," he teased back.

But Spitfire was competitive to a fault, and she knew how to up the ante. "Then how about we make this weekend a little more interesting?"

"What did you have in mind?" Josh asked with a grin.

"I say we enjoy this little vacation pony style," she said. Then, with a harsh glint of her eyes, "Which means no clothes for you. All month."

Josh could only return her cocky smile. "Sounds great to me."

"Think you can be ready to screw a mare at any moment?"

"I think I'm ready to screw one now," he countered.

Spitfire looked through the water at his erection, full and throbbing, as if he hadn't already just blown a load in her. "You've got stamina, I'll give you that," she said, climbing out of the water as Josh pulled himself up onto the edge.

As she began to straddle him, he said, "But if I'm going to go pony style for you mares, then you should do things my way once in a while."

"What did you have in mind?" she asked.

"Is your ass as tight as your pussy?" he teased.

Josh thought he saw a flash of genuine surprise across Spitfire's bright face. But after the moment passed, her confidence returned anew. "You really know how to sweet-talk a girl," she said.

Spitfire wrapped her hooves around Josh's neck, and while the fur on her arms was soft, her hooves between his shoulders were hard, relying on him for support. He gasped when he felt her marehood grind against his length, the prodding causing some of his liquid cum, mixed with her new flush of arousal, to leak around his length.

The yellow pegasus continued to grind against him like that, huffing as his tip rubbed against her clit, and finally slipping herself onto him for a moment, letting the sticky liquids coat his shaft before pulling off.

"I think that should work for lube," she said. Adjusting herself, with a flick of her fiery tail, Josh felt his slickened tip prod her butthole as she poised herself over him.

But he knew Spitfire liked it rough, and this was an even greater fantasy than the one before. Without hesitation, he thrust upward into Spitfire, piercing her backdoor and ramming himself to the hilt.

"Fuck!" Spitfire gasped as she felt Josh impale her with his hard length. She faced him, her hooves still wrapped around his neck. "Not even gonna warn me before you do that?" she asked.

"I thought you liked it when a guy took charge," he taunted. He slipped his hands onto her rump, kneading her cheeks and pulling her ass apart as he began to thrust.

"I like a challenge," she corrected him. In rhythm with his thrusts, she began to bounce, her powerful back hooves giving her all the leverage she needed to really drive herself down onto Josh's cock.

The tightness was incredible! Just as hot and slick as her marehood, but the grip on his shaft was rough, every thrust into her fit little ring squeezing over every last inch that went into her. And Spitfire seemed to enjoy it just as much as he did, as she threw herself into his thrusts again and again, taking him for the ride of his life.

"I take it you've done this before?" he said with a moan.

"Please. I'm a pro," she said in between heavy breaths. Her pussy was starting to drip heavily with excited arousal, and she was tossing her head back in pleasure.

"You're a dirty mare," he taunted her.

"Shut up and fuck my ass," she teased back with a big, pleasured grin.

So Josh did. Leaning back, pulling Spitfire forward with him, Josh fell onto the wet tile as she landed on his chest. Bracing his feet against the raised edge of the tub, Josh put as much power into his thrusts as he could, Spitfire continuing to ram herself onto his pounding cock.

The squeezing grip of her asshole against every inch of his cock, the incredible force of his hips against her tight cheeks, the sound of her uncontrolled moans and his balls slapping against her backside, the heat, the wetness, the pleasure, were all becoming too much for Josh. Gritting his teeth, not about to stop his assault on her rump anytime soon, he said, "Spitfire, I'm not gonna last much longer."

"Me either," she said. "Give me all you got. Screw my brains out, mister human."

With a series of loud grunts, Josh unleashed every bit of energy he had left, fucking her butt as hard and fast as he could. Spitfire could gasp and moan as he did, wanting every inch, every rough thrust into her ass he could give her.

"Nng! I'm gonna cum!" Josh called out.

"Do it! Cum in my ass, Josh!" she moaned.

The slapping sound of cock fucking ass increased to a barrage for a few moments before it stopped altogether, the two of them tossing their heads back in pleasure. Josh hilted himself as hard as he could into Spitfire's inviting butt, erupting inside of her, blasts of hot cum painting every bit of her insides with his seed. Spitfire could feel every inch of his shaft, every spurt of his thick cream inside of her, and the sensation of being filled by a male sent her into orgasm as well, her limbs shaking as she ground herself onto his groin, her marehood gushing with wetness, the fluid splashing onto Josh's stomach, her pleasure only encouraging Josh to fill her further.

Spitfire collapsed on top of Josh, who wrapped his arms loosely around her as the last few drops trickled out of him and into her filled rear. His fingers couldn't help but comb through her feathers, the tickling sensation causing Spitfire to shiver heavily on top of her lover.

"You... are quite the man, Josh," she panted.

"And you're... some mare," he replied.

"Think you can handle that all month?" she asked.

"Think you can take me all month?" he said with a grin, running his fingers through her wingtips again.

She moaned. "Make sure you do that to Night Glider," she said. "That gets her really wet."

"I'll keep that in mind," he said. The two gave a soft gasp as he finally slipped out, only a trickle of his seed remaining.

"Whew," Spitfire huffed as she sat up, Josh's hard length still prodding her butt. "Well, well, someone's quite the horny stud, isn't he?"

"I've only been dreaming about screwing a mare for years now," he answered. "Forgive my excitement."

She chuckled a little. "You'll have to tel us all about these fantasies of yours."

"How about another round and I show you?" he offered.

She smiled and patted his chest. "This month is going to be a marathon, Josh. I suggest you save your energy. After all, I'm satisfied. Are you not?"

He just closed his eyes and laid back. "I think I could fuck mares forever," he said.

"We'll see what we can do about that," he heard her tease.

He moaned loud when he suddenly felt a pair of warm lips wrap around his cock, taking him to his base effortlessly.

"Spitfire..." he gasped.

She only moaned around his length, slowly drawing herself back up. "Damn, you're thick," she complimented.

Before Josh could even respond, she was buried into his groin again. Muzzles, Josh realized, were an amazing part of pony physiology. Spitfire twisted and wrapped her tongue around his shaft, only to feel that broad muscle slide up to his tip in a hot, wet, wave of pleasure.

After two recent orgasms, the muscles in his dick were beginning to tire, every throb more sensitive than before. Spitfire's skillfull massage was as relaxing as it was stimulating, her tongue squeezing his hard shaft with a soft pressure that was heaven to his over-driven manhood.

And the best part was that Spitfire seemed to enjoy it. The way her moans vibrated around his tip, the way her lips squeezed his shaft, the way her spit slowly built up, dripping down his cock as she bobbed back and forth, shoving every inch back into her mouth as soon as she reached the tip, signaled how eager she was to suck his cock.

Her technique was having a large effect on him. He threaded his fingers through her mane, gripping tightly, forcing her down on him even quicker. He moaned loud and long, listening to her slurps, her sexy voice. He even thrusted back up into her, not holding himself back from her, taking every bit of pleasure he could.

"Ready, Spitfire?" he asked as he felt the electric tingles running down his shaft.

Spitfire signaled her 'yes' with more dramatic twists around his base, lashing her tongue against his cockhead, and using her hooves to fondle his tightening balls.

With a few more bucks into her mouth, Josh let out a long groan as he unloaded. He felt Spitfire's mouth and throat undulate around his dick as she swallowed his load, her tongue expertly milking him of every drop. He even heard her moan at the first taste, her eyes fluttering as she let the heavy cum flow into her stomach.

When she finally pulled off, she did so with an "Ahh," even showing Josh that not a single drop of cum remained. "Wow. Fleetfoot's gonna love you."

Josh could hardly respond, Spitfire's blowjob leaving him breathless. He simply lied back, his cock flopping against his belly, well-used and satisfied.

Spitfire chuckled as she walked back toward the villa. "I'll give you a break for now. But I hope you're as good with your tongue as you are with your cock."

Josh just nodded, closing his eyes again. This vacation really was going to be paradise.

3- Peeping Pegasi

"Hey! Hey Fleetfoot! Come check this out!" Night Glider called from the upstairs bedroom.

"What?" Fleetfoot said, still towelling off after her turn in the shower. "By the way, that human was right. Those showers are something."

"Check this out!" Night Glider said, her hooves up on the windowsill as she looked out. Fleetfoot reared up beside her as she tried to see what had Night Glider so worked up.

The view outside the second story bedroom was stunning, offering a full view of the beach, the sparkling ocean, and some islands in the distance. The sunsets from this room would truly be a sight to behold. But the mares weren't paying much attention to the panorama. From the window, they had a full view of the pool and hot tub outside, nothing obscuring the sight of Josh bending Spitfire over the edge of the pool, fucking her as she moaned beneath him.

"Sweet Celestia," Fleetfoot said with a grin.

"She looks like she's really enjoying it. Humans must be something," Night Glider said, the first flush of arousal already crossing her cheeks.

"I can't wait for him to pound me like that," Fleetfoot agreed.

"Ohh, Celestia," Night Glider moaned. She could hardly stop herself from stroking her swollen lips, her juices already starting to drip down her hoof.

"You've got no shame, huh?" Fleetfoot said as she witnessed her subordinate pleasuring herself.

"Looks like you're no better," Night Glider retorted. Her tail had raised instinctively, revealing a winking, dripping marehood.

"Yeah, but senior Wonderbolts don't have to masturbate," Fleetfoot said with a cocky grin.

"What do you mean?" Night Glider asked naively.

"Start licking rookie."

Night Glider's ears twitched with excitement as she slid around behind Fleetfoot. Orders like this are what made joining the Wonderbolts so much fun in the first place. Crouching down, her own hoof still rubbing her engorged slit, Night Glider dove into Fleetfoot's wet pussy, her tongue lavishing every inch of it.

"Ohhh, yeah, rookie. Get in there nice and deep," Fleetfoot moaned. Night Glider's eager tongue slid along her sensitive flesh in hot waves, and as she watched her captain receive the ass-fucking of a lifetime from that human, she couldn't help but imagine what his tongue would feel like on her, that chiseled chin and his hot breath. And oh, those fingers...

Which reminded her. "I only feel one hoof on my ass, rookie. You better not be touching yourself."

With a whimper, Night Glider removed her slick hoof and placed it on Fleetfoot's toned hindquarters. "Fine, but let me know if he's about to cum."

"Sure, sure." Fleetfoot shoved her flanks back as Night Glider dove in, her tongue circling Fleetfoot's clit as her hooves massaged the muscles of her ass. "Yeah, that's how it's done."

Night Glider may have lacked precision and finesse when it came to eating out, but she more than made up for it in vigor. Her tongue lashed over every inch of Fleetfoot's pussy, collecting every droplet of juice that issued from her pink slot, her lips nibbling at Fleetfoot's lips like they were a hot meal, earning every moan from her superior.

"Fuck," Fleetfoot huffed. Her orgasm was quickly building, and Night Glider knew it. The younger pegasi buckled down, using her lips to squeeze and tease Fleetfoot's button, her tongue circling it wildly. She was almost more eager for Fleetfoot to cum than Fleetfoot was. Maybe once she did, Fleetfoot would return the favor to Night Glider's own burning, dripping nethers, aching for any kind of stimulation. As Night Glider threw herself at the twitching marehood before her, Fleetfoot's breaths were coming quicker and quicker, a moan slowly building in her throat, transforming into an ecstatic scream.

"Fuck!" With her legs spasming and her pussy winking rapidly, Fleetfoot came. Wetness streamed from her with every contraction, coating Night Glider's face with mare juices as she tried her best to lap up her reward, her tongue still working Fleetfoot's wet lips and clit until she couldn't take any more.

"Ho- hold on," Fleetfoot said, trying to catch her breath. "I think he's about to cum."

"Really?" Night Glider was back up on the windowsill, both mares making puddles beneath them as they watched the show from their vantage point above.

Sure enough, Spitfire was riding Josh as the two let out primal moans of pleasure. Even if they couldn't see any fluids from where they were, they could hear plenty.

"The captain really took charge of that," Night Glider said.

"Of course she did. Captain's tough." Spitfire had given Fleetfoot an idea, and she dismounted the windowsill to fish under the bed.

Night Glider hardly noticed. "It looked like she really enjoyed it."

"I know. He's gonna be a good lay."

After staring at the resting couple for a while longer, Night Glider heard some rummaging behind her. "Hey, whatcha doing?" She turned to see Fleetfoot's back

Fleetfoot turned around to reveal a big, black, rubber strapon fixed to her girdle and a bottle of lube in her teeth. The size was generous, even for a stallion, and the way the sun glinted off its surface was wicked. "Was gonna surprise Spitfire with this," Fleetfoot said. "But I think you've earned it."

"Ohh, thank Celestia," Night Glider said, more than ready to finally get some release.

"Ah-ah. You're going to be a Wonderbolt, and Wonderbolts take it in the ass." Fleetfoot bent her head to squeeze a dollop out onto the head. "Bend over."

"Aye aye!" she said, positioning herself over the bed and lifting her tail. Fleetfoot had to smile at how excited she was, but when she spotted just how dripping wet Night glider was, she knew she was ready to accept anything. "You think that's bigger than Soarin?" Night Glider asked.

"You tell me." Without any further warning, Fleetfoot mounted, grabbing Night Glider's mane in her teeth as she prodded her subordinate's asshole with the rubber head. Letting the lubricant do its work, Fleetfoot slowly worked the head until it entered Night Glider with a pop.

"Ah!" she squeaked as she felt her rear start to fill. Fleetfoot pressed her hips forward, feeling the slight vibrations of Night Glider's tight ring accepting her big cock. Night Glider breathed out as the inches sank into her, relaxing and allowing them in until Fleetfoot hilted, the pressure of reaching the base against her own clit heavenly.

"Ooh," Fleetfoot cooed. "This is gonna be good."

"You're going to go easy on me, right?" Night Glider asked.

"I thought you were a Wonderbolt, Night Glider. Are you telling me you can't take a little dick in your ass?" Fleetfoot said, using a bit of her drill sergeant voice.

"I can take it!" Night Glider said defiantly.

"Good." Without hesitation, Fleetfoot began to pound her subordinate.

"Ohhh," Night Glider moaned, her entire body rocking on the bed with every thrust. "That is bigger than Soarin."

"Shit, this dick isn't even real and I can feel how tight you are," Fleetfoot teased with a nip of Night Glider's ear. "Ahhh yeah, that's good." Every rough buck into Night Glider's fit little bottom sent the base of the strapon straight into her clit, and already her juices were starting to drip down her thighs.

Night Glider's own juices were coming plentifully as well, the thick cock in her ass nailing all the sweet spots that made her writhe in pleasure. "Sweet Celestia, Fleetfoot, you fuck like a stallion!"

"Yeah, and I'll bet they like humping your tight little ass as much as I do, don't they you little slut?"

Fleetfoot's dirty talk was starting to get to Night Glider. Her breath was coming heavy, every pant becoming a ragged moan. "Fleetfoot," she groaned.

"Gonna cum already?" she teased, giving Night Glider a rougher bite on the neck as she really started to lay into her. "We need to get you some endurance training, cadet."

Night Glider could hardly respond. She was throwing her flanks back, willingly pounding herself against Fleetfoot's rubber length, doing anything she could to bring about the release she could nearly taste. The mares' juices dripped heavily between them as Night Glider's voice rose higher and higher. Every buck made a wet plop as Fleetfoot's hips connected with Night Glider's flanks, and every drive into Night Glider's raised ass forced a moan and a shiver out of her. When it was time to go for the kill, Fleetfoot bit down on Night Glider's mane and yanked up, like a big stallion might when breeding a mare.

"Ahhh, Celestia!" Night Glider screamed over the rocking bed as Fleetfoot continued to fuck her, hearing the sounds of her marehood splattering on the floor below. The orgasmic cry alone was satisfaction to Fleetfoot's ears, but her own marehood's burning would not be quenched so easily.

"Fleetfoot, that was..." Night Glider finally managed to say, her voice shaky in her dazed state of recovery.

"Oh, I'm not done yet," she answered menacingly. "Turn over."

With an ever-eager grin on her face, Night Glider hopped onto the bed and rolled onto her back. Not waiting for a command, knowing Fleetfoot would get what she wanted, Night Glider spread her hooves, exposing her dripping slit and firm butthole for Fleetfoot's thick rubber cock.

"Is this my endurance training?" Night Glider teased.

But Fleetfoot hungered for her own pleasure. "Sure, rookie," was all she said. Rearing up again, taking Night Glider's rear hooves in her own forehooves for support and control over her subordinate, Fleetfoot thrust forward and began to sink herself back into that tight little rump.

"Ohhh, fuck," Night Glider moaned again. Her voice was unrestrained, her entire body now at Fleetfoot's mercy. And Fleetfoot took every advantage she was given. She pulled Night Glider's ass toward her as her hips slammed forward, burying her big dick into Night Glider as hard as she could. Not only was thrusting slightly upward doing wonders for Fleetfoot's winking clit, but seeing all of Night Glider's young, lithe body splayed out before her, so readily accepting every inch Fleetfoot could put into her was bringing a whole new level of arousal to Fleetfoot. Her nethers dripping heavily from behind the rubber flesh, her thighs soaked as the droplets were flung to the floor with every buck.

After her orgasm, Night Glider was quite the messy mare as well. Fleetfoot had full view of her pussy, and could see every wink, every strand of sticky marecum coating her engorged lips as they responded to the rough fucking Night Glider's ass was receiving. This was what Fleetfoot loved to see; her fellow mares at her whim, a queen among queens, collapsing into puddles of lust before her power and skill. Fleetfoot didn't want to just take charge of Night Glider; she wanted to rock her world in an unforgettable way.

"Oh, you're loving this, aren't you?" Fleetfoot teased, leaning down to let a few kisses roam over Night Glider's chest and neck as her hooves rubbed Night Glider's slick pussy beneath.

"Fleetfoot, please," Night Glider gasped.

Now she was speaking Fleetfoot's language. "Please, what, rookie?"

"Please, fuck me!"

Fleetfoot's hoof was massaging Night Glider's clit in rapid circles, bringing about new wetness that dripped down her thighs and butt, meeting the base of Fleetfoot's cock as it pounded the tight little rump before it. Ever motion was brought a moan or spasm of pleasure to Night Glider, and Fleetfoot knew she had her exactly where she wanted her. "You want it harder?"

"Yes! Please fuck me harder!" Night Glider begged. Fleetfoot didn't even have to ask.

She only grinned, slowly increasing her pace with a new, lustful fire burning in her. "Is that any way to address a superior officer?"

"Please fuck me harder, ma'am!" Night Glider begged again, even throwing up her hoof in a salute as she moaned and tossed again.

It was exactly what Fleetfoot wanted to hear. "You're gonna be one of my favorite recruits, aren't you?" Already she was leaning forward, throwing her entire weight into every thrust, Night Glider's entire body rocking as Fleetfoot pushed her butt to its limits, stretching quickly around every thick inch of rubber stallion meat.

And even as her own orgasm loomed quickly, Night Glider knew that her legs were spread for Fleetfoot's pleasure. "Yes ma'am. Please fuck my ass, ma'am!" she said, even adopting the same tone she might use in training.

Yet the acknowledgement of rank only spurred Fleetfoot to fuck her subordinate harder. No more words could be said as Night Glider was reduced to moans and spasms, her ass being brutally stuffed to its limit with Fleetfoot's huge dick. Their juices flowed readily, and with every thrust, Fleetfoot could feel the pressure growing in her, that heavenly pleasure beginning to mount in her loins and spread into her belly, as long as she could just keep thrusting for a moment or two longer.

"Ahhh," Fleetfoot growled. The pace picked up, the bed creaking and rocking heavily. "Arghh," she growled again, her hips ramming the strapon into Night Glider as hard as she could, her subordinate moaning loud. Fleetfoot's marehood winked madly, the fire starting to spread. Her thrusting took off. She was cumming.

"Arrgh!" the two screamed in unison, Fleetfoot's a rough grunt and Night Glider's a helpless moan, the two lost to pleasure as Fleetfoot's marehood released it's sticky moisture all over the base of the strapon, her legs, and the ground below in a ferocious orgasm. Night Glider herself continued to moan and writhe, this new position causing her marecum to flow all over Fleetfoot's lower belly and the cock that was taking her before staining her own stomach and the previously clean bedsheets.

When it was over, Fleetfoot could only collapse on top of Night Glider. For a moment, Night Glider was happy to feel the thrusting stop, the rubber dick still inside her rump, as she could enjoy the full feeling without having so much yanked out of her so quickly.

"Holy shit," was all Night Glider could say.

"You did good, rookie," Fleetfoot said.

The two exchanged hot, tired kisses, letting their pleasure leave them slowly, savoring the moment as it winded down. Fleetfoot hopped on the bed, quickly removing the strapon as she splayed herself out. Night Glider rested her head on her stomach. "You really know how to please a mare," she complimented.

"Thanks. I was hoping to do that to Spitfire, but she's usually so stubborn. It's not as fun topping her. But you... Luna..." Closing her eyes, she laid her hoof on the back of Night Glider's head with an affectionate rub before pressing downward, bringing Night Glider's muzzle to her soaked lips. Night Glider began to lick again, slowly, knowing it was just a cooldown lap.

"Ahhh," Fleetfoot sighed. "As much fun as it is, though, I think it's better bottoming when you've got the right guy. Nothing like a real stallion stuffing your ass to make a mare wet." There was a moment of silence as Night Glider lapped at Fleetfoot, the older mare groaning lightly. "I think that human's a lot more wild than he looks. It's gonna be hard to stay off of him."

Night Glider lifted her head from Fleetfoot's nethers to ask, "What are you going to do with him?"

Fleetfoot gave an annoyed look. "We have a whole month with him all to ourselves. I think the better question is, 'what aren't we going to do with him?'" With another push, she forced Night Glider back down to her marehood, sighing again when she felt her hot tongue on her folds.

"Now this is what I call a vacation."

4- Sex on the Beach

Josh sighed one of the most contended sighs he'd ever given as his bare back touched the inviting beach. Even damp, the sand was still warm from the tropic sunlight, and that warmth seemed to touch every part of his nakedness, seeing it openly and reassuring every patch of bare skin he showed.

After a blowjob from Fleetfoot for his morning wood, he had decided to give himself time to recover before breakfast with a relaxing walk on the beach. Back at home, walking around naked like that would have been unthinkable for Josh. The taboo alone made it difficult to stay soft, but on this lone resort, the only other eyes around were all too ready to see his nakedness and offer themselves to him.

For the moment, though, he was perfectly alone, content to place his arms behind his head, free of all self-consciousness, and feel the heat of sunlight on his chest, the soft bed of wet sand on his back, and the balmy ocean breeze kissing his balls.

Josh didn't know how much time passed. The day seemed to freeze for him until he was pulled back into time by a chipper voice. "Hey there Josh!"

He opened his eyes to see Night Glider, the wide-eyed, cheerful recruit standing above him. "Hey there," he responded.

"How's it hanging?" Then she grinned as her eyes jumped to his cock. "Well..."

They both chuckled, and she laid down beside him. He let his eyes wander over her body, her slim form and fit legs, his open erection already throbbing a bit at the anticipation of getting have his way with her. But he let mind rule over body for the moment as he turned his head back to the sky and closed his eyes.

"You know, in the human world, I'd be really embarrassed right now," he said.

"Why? I get that you humans don't have a sheath to keep your dick from flopping around, but what's wrong with having your balls showing? I mean, half of you are still male, right?"

"Yeah, but it's not considered polite to show most any of your body in this world. In my country, it's illegal to show your genitals in public."

"I can't imagine," she replied. "How do you know when your females are in heat if you can't see their flanks?" He just laughed, not knowing where to begin to explain human biology. She just seemed to resettle, saying, "Clothes are weird."

"Now that I've gone a while without them, I agree with you. Part of me wishes our world was more like yours."

"Maybe you should move to Equestria. Some humans are already, and it's not like human laws and customs apply," Night Glider suggested.

"I doubt you'd have work for me to do. Not exactly a lot of electrical equipment for a guy like me to engineer," he replied.

There was a long moment of silence. The waves rolled up to their heels, wind caused the palm trees to bow and sway, and the two continued to enjoy the warm weather.

"Wanna fuck?" Night Glider asked without moving.

"Yeah," Josh replied.

Before he knew it, Night Glider had pounced on top of him as he wrapped his fingers through her mane, their tongues meeting in sloppy kisses. She couldn't help but grind her marehood into his cock, the hard flesh sliding along her soft lips summoning her wetness. Night Glider wasn't content to just make out with Josh's lips, but let her tongue explore his body, licking over his neck and chest, teasing his nipples, and inching down his belly.

Josh didn't even have to ask before she was lavishing his cock with attention, licking over every inch and angle before taking it into her muzzle, sucking down to the base in a series of quick, deepthroating twists that left him moaning before pulling off, only to take each one of his balls into her mouth and suckle lovingly. The speed at which she moved left him breathless. It was like she couldn't get enough of him.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked after a groan.

"What?" she responded, her nose still underneath his sack as she licked back up toward his shaft. "Fleetfoot got to swallow a load this morning. I want some cum too!"

Josh could only grin. "Be my guest."

Before Night Glider dove in though, she shimmied around to Josh's side, eventually straddling him, sitting on his chest with her tail raised high. "Do you mind?" she asked with only a hint of a blush.

Josh wasted no time in grabbing her tail and diving into her marehood tongue first. After the initial moan from her, Josh reciprocated as he felt her swallow every last inch of his cock, bobbing her head up and down about as quickly as she could, twisting, slurping, and sucking all the way.

Even with his dick getting worked over in the best way possible, Josh's focus on eating out Night Glider was precise. Her button was swollen with arousal, already her juices flowing down his chin and neck. He danced around her clit, only to attack suddenly with a barrage of sucks and licks.

She couldn't have stopped herself from moaning, even with her mouth stuffed full of his cock as she shoved herself back down again and again. Every motion of Josh's tongue brought her closer to the edge, but every movement of her lips and tongue signaled her hunger for his release as well.

Ready or not, Night Glider's orgasm hit her hard, her body seizing violently as she moaned around the base of Josh's cock, the human twitching as he felt the edge of her teeth in her momentary loss of control. Each spasm brought a spurt of juice to Josh's face and neck, hot and sticky as her cries of pleasure were gagged by Josh's cock shoved deep in her throat.

Josh had to lie back and groan at Night Glider's singular mission. Her orgasm had hardly caused her to miss a beat, every bit of her focus on earning that mouthful of cum she wanted so badly. He could feel her lips mashing into his groin, every last speck of flesh she could take in her mouth was bathed in her warm saliva.

Her eagerness inspired Josh to match it. Lifting his face again, he pulled her taut rear toward him by gripping the base of her tail, bringing her petite pucker to his lips. It was obvious that she had washed thoroughly, the smell of her dripping marehood below stronger than anything else. With a teasing lick, he traced the tip of his tongue along the edges of the raised ring, Night Glider shivering, her lips twitching around his cock in response, tasting only a trace of bitterness on the smooth skin underneath her coat.

Every lick brought more confidence from Josh, who was soon stroking her backdoor and tight cheeks with broad strokes of his tongue, preparing her ass for the pounding it would soon receive. Night Glider shuddered with each pass over her pucker, the anticipation building as the rhythmic motions of Josh's thick cock filling her throat again and again became hypnotic to her, almost pleasurable. She swallowed his precum and squeezed his hard length with her lips, her eyes fluttering at the overwhelming number of sensations assaulting her front and rear.

The vibrations from Night Glider's repeated moans finally sent Josh over the edge. Even as his breathing turned to gasps and his licks over her butt ceased, Night Glider continued her rough, rapid pace, sucking human cock as best as she knew how, no quitting. She could feel every throb, knowing that in a matter of moments her mouth would be flooded with her reward.

Night Glider nearly moaned as loud as Josh when the first spurt came. It was everything she hoped it would be, heavy, creamy, tangy, and hot as fire as he pumped it down her throat. Still swirling her tongue around the orgasming cock in her mouth, it was almost a shame she had to swallow. She let his cum build, savoring her prize, her mouth soon full to leaking with his heavy cum, until it could go nowhere else, she took him to the base again to let him feel her throat move as she gulped down every drop.

"Holy fuck," Night Glider said when she pulled off, her breathing heavy, cum still dripping down her chin and neck. "That's the good stuff."

But her eagerness had rubbed off on Josh, who had no intention of missing a moment of pleasure. Slipping out from underneath her, earning a cry as her belly hit the sand, Josh pounced on her, yanking her tail up as he massaged her butt with the head of his cock before it could soften.

"Hope you're ready," he said to the surprised mare.

Night Glider was always quick on the recovery. "A Wonderbolt's always ready to take a cock in her ass! Show me whatcha got, Josh."

Her silly reply only made him want to reduce her to a quivering mess sooner. After working her entrance over, weakening her defenses, he sank his meat into her butt with one rough, spit-lubed thrust.

"Good girl," he moaned as he wrapped his arms around her neck, pumping her as hard as he could. Night Glider huffed in reply, raising her butt higher to give Josh the best angle possible to fuck her.

Josh didn't go easy on her. Night Glider's ass was clearly that of a rookie's, and despite her experience with Soarin and Fleetfoot, she didn't have quite enough hours of fucking in to take away her powerful tightness. She clamped down on him like a vice, and he almost slipped out a few times as he withdrew. But Josh only thrust every last inch back in as hard as he could, screwing her rump with a heavy pace.

"Luna-damn, you're the best, Josh! Ohh, you can fuck my ass whenever you like!"

"Careful. I just might take you up on that offer," he replied. To drive his point home, he brought his palm down on her ass swiftly, watching the fit flesh give a slight jiggle.

Night Glider cried out again, her voice filled with pleasure. Josh spanked her again on the other cheek, feeling her buck back against him, shoving her ass onto his thrusting meat, wanting the roughest fucking he could give her. His balls slapped against her dripping marehood as his hand slapped her ass, and already he could feel another orgasm coming.

The warm breeze felt cool against their hot, sweaty bodies as he leaned forward again, pulling her whole body close to him as he plowed her raised ass, his grunts of pleasure coming louder and louder. Night Glider kept her legs planted as firmly as possible, her chest down, and her rump up, only wanting him to fuck her as hard and long as he wanted.

The cry tore from Josh's throat as gave one last rough thrust into Night Glider's butt and unloaded. Spurt after spurt of man cream painted her insides, and she began to shudder again at the feeling of being filled with hot seed.

Feeling very drained, Josh pulled out of her, admiring the beads of cum that trickled from her butt. Almost as soon as his butt hit the sand, she collapsed forward, her tail still raised.

Yet Josh watched in amazement as she rolled onto her side and spread her legs again, showing off all of her cum-soaked face and butt, as well as her sopping wet pussy. "Keep going," she demanded.

"You serious?" he said, his cock still hard and throbbing as it tried to soften.

"I was so close! Please, Josh?" Night Glider lowered her ears and flicked her tail toward him, and the sound of her begging was just what he needed to find another round in him.

The waves were approaching as the tide rolled in, and Josh pounced on her once more. "What do you want?" he asked.

She returned a devilish grin. "Fuck me Josh. Hard."

With his previous load lubing the way, Josh rammed his cock back into Night Glider's ass. He hooked his arms under her legs, raising her ass clear off the wet sand as the waves rolled underneath them, giving him total control over the mare and all the leverage he needed to fuck her brains out.

Night Glider moaned and writhed in the seawater, her mane and wings as messy and soaked as her marehood. "Fuck! Ohh, fuck yeah! Fuck me Josh!" she begged, her face a mask of senseless pleasure, her body filled with rough ecstasy and completely at Josh's mercy.

He didn't hold back on her. After two orgasms back to back, this one would take every last ounce of strength he had, and with the water sliding in and out beneath him, cooling his legs and causing them to sink a bit into the sand, he took Night Glider as hard as he could. He let whatever moans and grunts that rose in his throat fly as loud as they needed to, hearing them echo in the open distance. Following his voice was the rapid sound of his hips and balls slapping Night Glider's ass, every thrust ringing as her tight, cum-slick rump gripped him, squeezed him, bucked onto him, pleasuring him as thoroughly as Night Glider could.

"Yes, yes. YES!" Night Glider screamed, her voice descending into raucous calls as her orgasm overcame her suddenly and violently. Her body shook with every clench of her muscles, and her marehood gave a spurt of juice that landed on Josh's chest as the rest leaked out around her thighs, down her butt, and over her chest, trickling even down her neck. He watched the juices flow, seeing his own cum continue to leak around his white-soaked cock, down his thighs and onto his balls as he pounded her.

Josh kept going, wanting this tight, hot pleasure surrounding his stiff cock to never end. He could feel seemingly every muscle in Night Glider's body clench with her pleasure, he could hear it in her desperate voice and even smell it in the sweat and mixtures of mare and man cum that dripped into the saltwater below. The look on her face as her eyes rolled back into her head with her orgasm, unable to speak or move as she shook in his arms was delicious to him, and he wasn't about to end it too soon. He would savor it just in the way that she had savored the cum that still lingered on her chin and neck.

So Josh fucked her. He fucked her long and hard, roughly and with no mercy. Every thrust into her brought the wave of pleasure from withdrawing from that hot, tight hole, her butt clamping down on him, even her asshole begging him to continue, until only his tip remained in her, only for him to feel that heat intensify as he shoved it all back in her ring throbbing down on him with her pleasure as he was buried balls deep in her again. This pleasure of fucking her came at a pace too quick to recognize, leaving them feeling completely submerged in pleasure, drowning in ecstasy as their bodies moved on their own with every thrust, their voices unable to find words.

Night Glider came two more times, and each time her juices flowed down her body, soaking her chest just as much as her mane and wings were. Every bit of her was a mess, from her tangled, sandy mane to her sticky front, to her cum-streaked face, to her unfocused eyes. The pegasus had all but gone completely limp in Josh's arms, unable to even process the pleasure of his cock ramming her tight butthole so hard and fast, the only option left for her but to moan and squeeze, to try and earn that last flood of cum in her ass that would fulfill her.

It was coming fast. Josh was rasping, sweat pouring down his body as he laid into his mare, but the pleasure was overwhelming. It didn't just fill his cock, the tightness of her seemed to work his entire body into a frenzy, the sensations rising through his torso and leaving him light-headed. All he wanted was to fill this mare, to unload into her sweet, sweet ass and lay claim to her, to put the final nail in her coffin and unload every last drop his tightening balls could produce.

He could barely work up the pleasure to moan, but when their orgasms came, the two gave ragged calls. Night Glider's marehood gave up whatever last trickle of juices it could produce in a weak spurt that landed on her face as Josh stuffed every last inch he could into her, feeling her asshole clench like a vice, milking him of cum, her body begging to be filled. And he filled her. He watched the little droplets sneak around his cock, against the best efforts of her tight rump, as the rest blasted into her. Their bodies throbbed in unison, each one bringing a jerk from the two of them as they were powerless to resist their climax.

Josh pulled out with a rewarding splatter, flopping onto his back, totally spent. Night Glider crawled up to him, wanting to lay on his chest, but setting for his thigh, his sweaty sack on her muzzle as she knew she could move no more.

"Thanks..." she said weakly. "You're the best, Josh."

"Heh," he panted. "Not bad yourself."

"Celestia... I can't believe we still have three weeks of this left."

"Yeah. It's like paradise."

"I wish it didn't have to end."

There was a long silence as the two tried not to consider the ending. For a long time, the only sound was their breathing, the rolling ocean waves, and the rattle of the wind through the leaves. The sun beat down on them, a gentle warmth on Josh's naked body under the open sky as Night Glider felt his warm skin against her wet cheek.

"Wanna do it again after lunch?" she offfered.

Josh couldn't help but laugh. "I still have to get breakfast before we think about lunch."

"Right," she said with her own chuckle.

Despite the appetite Josh had worked up, the two laid there for a while longer. Only when Night Glider gave an affectionate lick to his balls and said, "C'mon," did he rise to his shaky feet. The wind was awfully refreshing on his naked body as he headed back toward the villa and the other mares. He knew they'd be waiting for him, but they'd have to wait a little longer, at least until after lunch.

5- Man in the Middle

Eventually, someone had to fly over to the next island to purchase food for the group, and today that pony was Night Glider. Josh was silently glad for this, even if the two of them had been awfully close lately. Whenever Spitfire or Fleetfoot went, they always brought back a surplus of fresh veggies, health food even for pony standards, and nothing to really fill his stomach. But Josh knew he could count on Night Glider to bring back oodles of snacks and hearty foods, much to the disappointment of her superiors.

Still, it had been over two weeks since Josh had worn a shred of clothing, and a part of him wished he never had to put on another scrap again. The tropical weather did make nudity much more feasible, but being naked had given him so much confidence, and made him so much more in tune with his body. He loved the feeling of the warm ocean on his balls when they went swimming, only to shiver at the breeze between his wet thighs when they retreated to the beach. The soft chairs and beds in the villa were so much more cozy when their silky surfaces could touch every part of his body. The tropical sun and late night beach bonfires were all the more enjoyable when the waves of heat could pour over him without obstruction. And where Josh had normally been so shy and modest, now he let his body do as it pleased. He no longer felt a shred of shame over his erections, even when they appeared out of nowhere. He had the esteem now to display them proudly, and had no qualms over rubbing his hard cock when he felt like it, even if only for a moment.

But even with three horny mares around, sometimes the best thing for a man was a good session with his own hands. So as Night Glider flapped off with an empty bag around her neck, Josh watched her go from his chair, following her through the window as he stroked himself lazily.

He let out a loud groan, knowing that it was encouraged for him to let his pleasure be heard throughout the villa. He liked the way the sound of his hand meeting his groin mixed with the sound of the wind and waves filtering in through the windows. It was good to have his private, sexual moments put into the open, and accepted so readily.

Josh pleasured himself for a while, his voice continuing to echo throughout the villa, until he heard another moan answer him. Immediately he knew it was Spitfire and Fleetfoot, and he had been with them enough times to know what their sex voices sounded like.

Josh rose from his seat. As good as his hand felt, sometimes the best thing for a man was a good, hard fuck.

As he headed upstairs, he could already hear the sounds of the bed rocking in time with their moans. He groped at his throbbing erection, the anticipation making it difficult to resist. When he rounded the corner, he could see their hindlegs through the open door.

"Fuck, Fleetfoot," he heard Spitfire moan.

"Morning ladies," Josh said as he entered. He couldn't help but grin. Spitfire and Fleetfoot were on the bed, Fleetfoot on her back and Spitfire on top as they spread their legs, rubbing their engorged pussies together, their sticky juices already beginning to mix and drip down their lips.

"Oh, hey Josh," Fleetfoot greeted him, looking past Spitfire.

"Just in time," Spitfire said. "Want to join?"

"Do you even have to ask?" he chuckled. Releasing his cock, he stepped up to the sweaty mares as Spitfire raised her tail high for him.

He gave a heavy sigh as he slid his cock in between their marehoods, spreading each of their lips apart with his flesh as he ground into their clitorises. They groaned in response, each of them grinding down on his shaft, sandwiching his member between their warm, wet folds. Having one mare grind on his erection was heavenly for Josh, but having both mares pressing against each other, rubbing their moist flesh over his throbbing length, coating it in sticky mare juices was like nothing he had ever experienced before.

He began to pump between them, grabbing Spitfire by the tail as he rocked his hips forward, letting his balls slap against Fleetfoot's flanks as his other hand kneaded Spitfire's toned ass. Josh could practically smell the mare's need in the air, but they weren't shy about vocalizing it, either.

"Celestia, this is hot," Fleetfoot said before leaning up to plant kiss after kiss on Spitfire's neck.

"Told you what we needed was some big, fat cock," Spitfire replied with a grin. She wrapped a hoof in Fleetfoot's mane, pressing her subordinate to her chest as she looked back at Josh, their hips still gyrating over his dick. "Thanks for providing the meat for this little sandwich of ours."

Josh had to laugh. "Don't mention it." He continued to thrust forward slowly, taking in every bit of texture their pussies provided, his cock now soaked in their juices and begging him to enter one of the juicy mares grinding on him. But his focus was too riveted on Spitfire and Fleetfoot before him. He watched with rapt attention as Spitfire pulled Fleetfoot away from her chest, only to lean down and stick her tongue in the bottom mare's mouth. Josh could see the bits of pink exchanging between them, and the low noises they made deep in their throats were lusty, steamy. He could see bits of saliva wetting their lips and chins, their makeout as sloppy as their pussies, their breathing as heavy as their grinding.

"Think he's had enough torture?" Fleetfoot said before letting a long lick run from Spitfire's chest to her jaw.

"He's a grown man, Fleetfoot," Spitfire said with a chuckle. "He's got two mares bent over with their tails raised sky-high all for him. If he wants to shove it in, he's gonna shove it in."

Josh caught the implicit invitation, but he was also surprised to see Spitfire being so submissive toward him. Normally sex with her was hot, fast, and heavy, but now she was patient, letting him take charge of her. He smiled as he caught a dirty look in her eye. Even if she was captain of the Wonderbolts, Josh realized that sometimes the best thing for a mare was to be bent over and have her brains humped out.

So, with a yank on Spitfire's tail to hoist her flanks up a little more, Josh angled his hips and rammed every last inch into her wet marehood all in one thrust.

"Ahh!" she started, squeezing Fleetfoot's head to her chest in response. "Oh, fuck yeah..."

Josh didn't waste time in thrusting. He let his hips ram into Spitfire's fit rump, taking as much of her as he could as hard as he wanted. Her pussy clenched on his shaft in response, clearly having wanted a thick rod to fill it for a while now. Below, he could feel some moisture collect on his balls as Fleetfoot continued to grind against Spitfire, adjusting her hips so that their clits rubbed together while Josh pounded the captain.

Normally calm and composed, even in bed, this double-assault took its toll on her. "Yeah, fuck me! Give it to me hard Josh! Ohh!" Her voice had a ragged edge to it, and Josh watched with amusement as she bit her lip, throwing her hips back into his thrusts, grinding against Fleetfoot.

But Josh was in control, and after he had fucked Spitfire for a while, he pulled out of her hot depths only to thrust into Fleetfoot's waiting pussy.

She gasped loud, throwing her head back as her marehood was filled with Josh's pounding cock. Spitfire regained her composure, grinning now as she had her chance to take some revenge. The yellow mare leaned down to bite on Fleetfoots ear, licking over her jaw and scraping her teeth against her neck as Josh took her roughly. Fleetfoot was just as tight as Spitfire, and just as needy, her body practically quivering with pleasure as Josh thrust and Spitfire rubbed their clits, the captain's juices dripping down onto Josh's already-soaked shaft.

Spitfire looked back at him again with a grin. "Enjoying yourself big guy?" she asked.

"Hell yeah," he answered with an equally cocky grin. Pulling out of Fleetfoot now, he pulled Spitfire's rump down to him as he thrust himself back inside of her, earning a particularly loud cry as he spanked her flanks right as he entered.

Accustomed to what was going on, Fleetfoot took this opportunity of bodily control to tease and arouse Spitfire back before her cunt was stuffed full of human cock again and all she would be able to do was lie back and take whatever the other two gave her. Josh thrust as he pleased, swapping from one wet pussy to the other when he felt like it, taking great pleasure in watching their surprised faces and hearing their needy gasps as they were filled and stimulated.

But after a while, Josh knew that this wasn't going to get any of them anywhere. Their marehoods had mostly been for warm up, but now that Josh too had sweat trickling down his neck and face, and could feel the heat of arousal pouring off of the mare's rears, he pulled out of Spitfire. Getting a strong grip to control Spitfire's rear, he prodded her butthole with his soaking wet tip before letting their juices do the work, slowly sliding himself into her.

"Mmm," she groaned as her ass was filled to the hilt with Josh's cock. "That's what I'm talking about," she said with a grin, her eyes closed in bliss.

Once he was balls-deep in Spitfire's tight rear, he began to fuck her. If it had been a double-threat before, it was a triple-threat now as his dick pounded her butt, his balls slapped against her wet lips, and Fleetfoot's clit continued to slide against hers. Gasps and moans tore from Spitfire, her ass squeezing down on his length, getting tighter the rougher he was.

And Josh was rough. He laid into Spitfire's rump, making her voice rise louder and higher with every thrust and getting even Spitfire's muscular cheeks to jiggle a bit with the force of his pounding hips. Her ass was much tighter than her pussy, and only getting tighter with her clenches and spasms of pleasure. Josh was harder than ever, and he wasn't about to pull out of Spitfire's butt anytime soon. He was teasing her earlier, making her whimper with need and moan when she was fulfilled, but now he would make her beg.

Heat was pouring off their pussies as fluid dripped more and more from them in long, sticky strands, Josh's ballsack absolutely soaked with their arousal. But the heat spread upward, sweat beading on their brows as they mashed their marehoods together and plastered their tongues all over each others' bodies. Even if Fleetfoot wasn't currently being rammed full of thick mancock, the lusty energy in the room had a powerful effect on her, hearing Spitfire's gasps and Josh's grunts only increasing her need for his dick in her ass as well.

Josh had been with Spitfire long enough to know that she was close. The desperate tones entering her voice, the way her eyes threatened to cross as he pounded her, rolling upward as her mouth gaped for the flow of air and her calls were all signals. But that didn't stop her from telling him outright.

"Celestia, Josh, I'm close," she whined. "Give it to me. Give it to me hard."

Biting his lip and widening his stance, Josh obliged. He gripped her tail and flanks, pulling her into him with every thrust, taking total control. Spitfire gave it all to him, letting him have his way with her asshole just so she could orgasm. He could hear the pressure building within her, and her limbs began to quiver as her eyes fluttered.

"Ahhh... Ahhh..." she heaved, her hips surging forward and back, both mashing her soaked lips into Fleetfoot while ramming her butt onto Josh's cock. Finally, with a powerful seize of her rump, she threw her head back. "Yeah! Ohh, Celestia!" Her juices began to flow and soak the sheets and Fleetfoot's tail below, Spitfire's pleasure overtaking all other sound in the room.

Sweat was already coating Josh's body, and the bed and room were stained with the musky smell of sex, but he could see the whines forming on Fleetfoot's expression already. As long as his cock stayed hard, though, he was prepared to fuck mares as long as they needed. Josh pulled out of Spitfire, her hole snapping shut tightly as the captain let out a long sigh, the edge of her climax taken off, even if the heat from her pussy was still cooking Josh's groin.

A different sigh issued from Fleetfoot, one of fulfilled needs, as Josh lowered his hips and sank himself into her rear. Fleetfoot was smaller than Spitfire, thinner and tighter, and while she may have lacked the meaty muscle on her ass that made plowing it so much fun, the squeeze around Josh's dick was another mind-blowing sensation all by itself.

He kept things fair, though, and gave Fleetfoot the same rough fucking that he did to Spitfire. The two groaned loud now, Fleetfoot at the heavenly sensations of having her legs spread wide and ass stuffed full of fat dick, and Josh at the outset of another sexual conquest, feeling all the tightness and pleasure he had just experienced with Spitfire once more with a fresh mare. He felt like a lion breeding his harem, king of their own little jungle island as the females beneath him kissed and rubbed their pussies and praised him.

"Ohh, it's so good," Fleetfoot moaned. "Don't you dare stop! I want you to fuck me."

But Josh couldn't be totally sure she was just talking to him. Spitfire was exercising all of her dexterity, her groin grinding against Fleetfoot's pussy and entire pelvis in long, rough strokes, soaking her subordinate's belly and legs in the last bits of sticky mare cum. To see the flexibility of the yellow mare as her hips dragged across Fleetfoot, and to see Fleetfoot's hips jerk and buck into Josh's thrusts in response made him want to unload in her.

That would be too soon, though. Gripping her by the ankles and pushing her hips backwards, Josh moved Fleetfoot's rear, thrusting into her now at a nearly downward angle. Spitfire adjusted, rubbing her pussy against Fleetfoot's in a slow circle now, and he could see their clits winking madly as gravity aided him. He did as Fleetfoot requested, fucking her ass fast and raw, the sound of his nuts slapping her cheeks echoing sharply throughout the villa.

The plopping sound was joined as Spitfire began to bounce now, bracing herself to throw her hindquarters down against Fleetfoot's, their pussies impacting wetly, little droplets of fluid flying with each contact. The strings of their juices stretched in the open air every time Spitfire raised her flanks, only to be squashed as their marehoods slapped together. Their nethers were reduced to quivering messes, their clits swollen with need, and the alternating forces of Spitfire's hips and Josh's thick cock were sure to make Fleetfoot cum soon.

"Nnng, ohhh," she sighed. Her partners had overtaken her body completely, and there was nothing she could do but let them have their way with her, waiting until her butt was pounded enough to cause her own pussy to erupt over her captain's.

Just as Spitfire before her, Josh began to drive himself home, feeling her tight depths clench around him with an hot iron grip as her body tensed like a coil. "Ah! Fuck!" was her quick call as her head threw back, her eyes clamping shut as her hindlegs spasmed in Josh's hands, little gushes of juice spurting from her onto Spitfire and Josh's bellies.

But now that his mares were satisfied, Josh wasn't about to waste a moment earning his own release. Grabbing Spitfire by the tail and yanking her back, forcing her and Fleetfoot into their original positions, Josh shoved his cock back in between their pussies. They could barely react before he started pumping himself between them, pressing down on Spitfire's rear to increase the pressure of the squeeze between their burning, dripping folds.

Josh didn't just sandwich his throbbing length between them though. His thrusts were wild and primal, controlled only by his need to for release and to fuck his mares. While their marehoods acted as guides to keep his motions relatively straight, Josh didn't hesitate to pull back a little longer, allowing himself to stuff the pussy of one of the mares, earning a shuddering grip on his shaft before pulling out, returning his length either to the hot clamp between them or the wet depths of their marehoods. He hardly noticed which mare he was fucking, and they didn't seem to care. Josh's power over them was taking its toll, and their pleasure built with his as they lifted their tails and thrust backward, ready to rub themselves all over his manhood or gladly accept it into their marehoods, whichever he wanted.

The sensations of being stuffed and spread, grinding and squeezing, overtook the mares, blanking their minds as they gave themselves to Josh, letting him fuck and grab and squeeze and bite as long as he wanted until it ended in his well-earned climax.

It felt like Josh humped them for an eternity, all of them balancing on the hot point of orgasm, until he withdrew from their pussies, placing a hand on each of their asses, shoving himself between their lips as his fingers dug into their rumps, every buck rocking their entire bodies and the bed beneath them, and the mares felt their pleasures coming to a head as his thick cock stroked their burning clitorises. They knew he was on the edge.

"Cum on us, Josh! Give us that load!" Spitfire barked.

"Empty your balls on us! Pour that cream all over our bellies!" Fleetfoot cried.

With a mighty roar, Josh did just that. His final thrust brought the first spurt of cum, and with the tight press of the mare's bodies, his cum spread quickly, soaking into their fur in a hot, gooey mess as his cum streamed from him. The mare's could feel their fronts being coated as it leaked around the seal of their torsos, dripping down their sides and flanks, and the feeling of warm fluid spreading between them and the sound of Josh's masculine grunts sent them over the edge as well, reducing them to nearly a single twitching mass as they let their male cum on them, riding the soaring high with him.

Their voices were nearly all used up, and their legs wobbled. Josh hadn't realized how long he had been standing, and Spitfire and Fleetfoot felt like they had just been through a workout. With shaky balance, Spitfire rose to her hooves, and Josh's body gave one last shudder of pleasure as he saw the thick strands of his cum form between the pools of soaked fur between their bellies.

"Get a good look," Spitfire said. "Once I lie down, we'll just be two wet mares."

"Of course, you could just do this to us tomorrow. I wouldn't mind. This is awesome," Fleetfoot said, peeking at his seed as it slowly flowed down the strings from Spitfire to her.

After a moment, Spitfire did roll over, taking her own spot on the bed and lying on her back as Josh did the same, placing himself between them and resting his arms behind his head as the mares pressed their cheeks against his chest and belly.

"I wouldn't mind either," Spitfire said. "I mean, we've only got two weeks left. I don't know about you two, but I'm going to get all the sweaty mansex I can before it's time to go."

"It feels like it'll never end," Fleetfoot remarked. "I wish it wouldn't."

Josh was speechless. The thought had always been in the back of his mind, but it was something he preferred to ignore. These mares were more than just holes for him to fuck. They had quickly become some of his best friends. For the past two weeks, they had done everything together, seen every part of each other, and shared in countless moments of pure bliss. He had never been this open and this comfortable around anyone, let alone a female, and he couldn't imagine going back to a lonely existence.

But it couldn't be helped. And that's why it was better ignored.

The mares rubbed his sweaty body in lazy circles, and he knew they were contemplating the future as well, imagining life afterwards. He would have offered to fuck them again, if only as a distraction, but the mood had left them. They sat quietly, cuddling together in naked warmth until Night Glider returned and it was time for dinner.

6- Squeaky Clean

"Ohhh. Mmm," Josh groaned. Before he was even fully conscious, let alone before he opened his eyes that morning, Josh could felt a warm, wet mouth slurping on his morning wood. This was something he had almost gotten used to, so with his eyes still closed, he laid back and enjoyed his blowjob.

From the sounds in the mare's throat, Josh was certain it was Spitfire. Normally Fleetfoot liked to swallow a load from him in the mornings, but the captain could be competitive. Either way, he wasn't complaining. Spitfire's lips took him all the way to his base, twisting her cheeks and tongue around his shaft slowly. Even if she was hungry for him, she pleasured him slowly. Mornings were lazy for everyone, and they had all the time in the world to enjoy themselves.

And Josh intended to enjoy his time to the fullest. He wrapped his finger's in Spitfire's mane, feeling her tense and groan in her throat as he encouraged her with the press of his hand. She hardly needed it, though. Every inch of Josh's cock was worked over by her skilled tongue, all his sweet spots teased by her soft lips. It was clear she was enjoying herself, too. She was practically purring as she lavished him, happy to have his cock to suck.

He could hear the other mares going about their mornings as well, smelling breakfast cooking downstairs and hearing the shower starting across the hall. The morning sunlight through his window warmed his face and chest as much as the mare under his blankets warmed his legs. He let out a sigh of pleasure and total relaxation. This was how to start a morning right.

His climax approached slowly, naturally. Josh let it happen, tensing only for a moment before his body relaxed. With a loud and free call, Josh came into Spitfire's mouth, and she moaned as well, swallowing every drop with relish.

Only when it was finished did he open his eyes. His cock was starting to soften, and Spitfire's head poked out from underneath his blankets. She was easing him on the way down from his high, licking over his balls with a satisfied grin on her face, a few stray strands of cum still on her lips.

At her last lick, his cock flopped down onto her muzzle, and she realized he was looking at her. "Morning," she said with that sly grin of hers.

"Morning to you, too. Enjoy your breakfast?"

Spitfire rolled her eyes a bit at the pun. But she still answered, "You know I do." She slid up his body to kiss his chest and neck before rolling off of him, lying on her back beside him.

He wrapped his arm around her, the two letting out another round of easy sighs as they shared each other's warmth. With a lazy hand, Josh began to stroke her shoulders, moving around her belly before slipping a hand between her legs.

"Oh, yeah," she groaned as his fingers spread her lips apart. He could feel the strands of warm juice spreading between them as he slid his fingers into her. Meeting her pace, though, he didn't pump into her, but kept an easygoing tempo, slowly dragging his fingertips along her walls, listening to her huff and feeling her shudder next to him. He collected her fluids, spreading them out over her entrance, massaging the slickened surface of her clit with slow circles. She let out another rumble of pleasure before he dipped back down, inserting himself inside her hot, sticky depths once more.

She writhed in his arms as he teased and tortured her, bucking her hips against his hand a little. He could feel her warm nectar slipping down his hand on onto the sheets below, and decided he would give her the release she needed. With the slick sound of his fingers sliding out of her, he placed them on her button, pressing into it gently, slowly moving his fingers back and forth.

Spitfire was gasping, throwing her head back as the shock of pleasure hit her. Josh sped his pace, attacking her clit with his fingertips, and soon she was moaning her own climax into the house as the sheets were wetted with her sticky mare juices.

Panting, still resting her head in the crook of Josh's arm, Spitfire said, "Fingers... you have no idea how good that feels."

"I think I have a good idea."

Spitfire chuckled and kissed his neck. They caught their breath for a while longer before rising, Josh stretching the dull weight of sleep from his bones and muscles. But as Spitfire headed down to breakfast, Josh headed to the bathroom. The only other thing that could come close to the luxury of waking up to a blowjob in the morning was a hot shower.

He could see the dark Fleetfoot against the stony walls before his feet even hit the tile. Her form was obscured by the steam and water droplets on the glass shower door, but with her mid-length mane clinging to her neck and ears, almost obscuring her eyes, Josh knew he wanted a closer look.

Fleetfoot turned when the door opening, smiling when she saw him. "Hey, you."

"Morning," he answered as he closed the door behind him. Stepping into this villa's roomy shower was like entering another side of the world entirely. The walls were made of rough-hewn stone, with natural outcroppings to hold soap, and the floor of soft, rounded stones arranged tightly into tiles. The stream fell from a polished silver head like a waterfall, and bits of ivy hung from the top of the door and walls to make it seem all the more natural. The only thing that gave it away, besides the silver knobs, was the heat of the water instead of the coolness of a natural spring.

Fleetfoot rubbed her belly against Josh as he stepped beside her. Nudging his floppy cock with her nose, she said, "Looks like you've had a good one so far, huh?"

"Try not to be too jealous of Spitfire," he told her.

"Oh, I think I'll be alright. How about getting my back for me, stud?" she asked. She spread her wings and lowered her neck, lifting her tail as well as she grinned at him.

Josh grinned back, taking the bar of soap and lathering it over her navy coat. He wasn't shy about feeling the curves of her small, powerful body, and already he could feel new life spreading through his loins at the sound of her relaxed breath and the sight of her wet mane and tail draping over her body. The water washed over him too, the hot droplets running down his chest and arms before splashing down on her back, washing the suds from her, leaving her coat slippery and shiny.

"Mmm," she hummed. "Little lower?"

Josh obliged, running his hands over her cutie mark and the base of her tail. He wasn't groping her yet, but he was getting close, his fingers massaging pockets of lean muscle covered by her soft fur.

Fleetfoot sighed loudly. "Lower..."

She certainly wasn't be subtle. Josh cupped his hands around her ass, squeezing her cheeks, spreading them apart and her lips with them. Her pink opening winked at him in response, the flowing water mixing with her flowing wetness. He rubbed her butt in circles, his hands slowing moving inward as the soap was rinsed from his hands.

"Ooh," Fleetfoot exhaled as his thumbs made contact with her labia. Josh spread her open and closed again, continuing his circular motions to pleasure the mare, hearing her breaths come heavier. Her entrance was becoming swollen, more inviting by the moment. Josh couldn't resist stroking her lips with his fingertips, feeling the heat, greater than the steamy water, come off her in waves.

With a gasp, he slipped a few digits in her. Just as with Spitfire, he pumped his fingers in and out, using the tips to dig at her inner walls, finding her sweet spots deep within her.

"Celestia, you humans are so lucky to have those fingers," Fleetfoot moaned, just as Spitfire had before her.

"I think you're the lucky one here," Josh said.

"Ohh, I'll have to return the favor then."

"I'm not quite done spoiling you." With his knees hitting the smooth stones, Josh spread Fleetfoot's ass apart once more, looking at the dripping pink treasure between her fit cheeks, withdrawing his hand with strings of mare juices still connecting his fingers to her. Getting a firm grip on her rear, he dove in, his tongue lapping up the hot slot.

"Nnf," her voice caught in her throat as his tongue swept over her clit, collecting her tangy juices as it slid toward the top. "Hah, oh Josh," she moaned as he swirled his tongue around her button. "You're such a gentlecolt."

Josh let his lips answer for him, teasing her clit with soft squeezes, nibbling at her entrance before diving deep with his tongue. She was almost sour, the water hardly thinning her juices, but the strong taste of a mare only seemed to signal the strength of her arousal. Fleetfoot pushed her flanks backward, bending over and lifting her tail as high as she could, practically pawing the shower floor with unreleased tension and electric pleasure.

But Josh was ready to tease her, ready to play with his little blue mare. He used a finger to slowly, almost lazily circle and press her bead while his tongue explored her marehood, collecting as much of her fluid as the water that splashed onto her back. He cleaned her deep, hearing low, needy moans issue from her. Lapping upward, he reinserted two of his fingers, thrusting more quickly as he traced her lips with the tip of his tongue. When he reached the end of her vagina, he prodded her butt, soaked clean in the shower, and earned a yelp in response.

He could feel her pussy throb around his fingers. "You really know how speak a mare's language," she huffed. Again, he felt it was better to lick and rub, circling her ring as he circled her clit with his fingers. The effect was powerful, her tight little butt tensing as she winked harder, spots of thick juice issuing from her, only to be washed away.

"Ohh, Josh," she moaned as he continued. He quickened his pace some, starting to pound her pussy with his fingers while he lapped at her butthole. Her voice grew louder as his ministrations grew more intense, and soon the mares downstairs must have heard her. Josh listened keenly, paying attention to her winks and wetness, the shiver of her muscles.

Fleetfoot was getting close, and when Josh knew it, he stopped. Only for a moment, before taking his slickened fingers and plunging the two into the pegasus's rump while his lips closed around her clit, sucking on it heavily.

"Fuck!" she shouted, but Josh had only just begun his assault. He rammed his fingers into her butt, squeezing down on her clit with his lips as his tongue lashed and circled her bead. Every breath seemed to cause her body to throb, her marehood shivering as her moans turned into screams.

"Ohh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! AHHH!"

Within moments, Fleetfoot could hardly stand under the force of her orgasm. Her body seized, nearly buckling as her holes clenched, her juices flowed, and her voice screamed her ecstasy. Josh lapped up everything he could before the pure nectar could be diluted by the water, stimulating her softly with his tongue while his fingers continued to pump in time with her climax. As it concluded, Fleetfoot was left shaking. Josh withdrew.

"I... Fuck," she grinned, and he smiled back, also catching his breath after being buried in her nethers for so long. "That was amazing. You definitely earned yourself a blowjob, pal."

Sure enough, Josh's cock had become as hard as when he awoke from the action. But he had already received one blowjob today. He shook his head. "I've got something else in mind."

Fleetfoot was all too ready to give herself up to his plans. If he didn't want her mouth, she resumed her earlier position, bent over, tail high, offering her dripping marehood to him, rivulets of water still running down her firm flanks. "Take whatever you want. As long as you want. I'm yours."

He only hesitated for a moment to admire the view, catching a few more winks to see just how badly she wanted to please him as well. But his throbbing rod wouldn't wait long. With a step forward, Josh seized the base of her tail so familiarly, taking control of her hindquarters for himself as he shoved his cock into her wet pussy in one motion.

Fleetfoot moaned as loudly as he did. The stream from above washed away some of her moisture, but Fleetfoot produced so much that every new thrust lubricated the next, allowing him to pound her. And pound her he did. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of his hips slapping her flanks, and he could feel his balls swinging through the steamy air with every thrust before meeting her underbelly.

The heat was incredible, Josh's entire body rippling with warmth as the water, his thrusts, and the mare he fucked filled him with fire, the air in his lungs heavy and cleansing. The droplets running down his chest and shoulders felt like sweat, and his brow was matted with his hair and the stream above. Fleetfoot gripped him with every thrust, pushing her flanks back into his, letting every motion she made work for his pleasure. And how it worked. She clenched around his cock, every inch of her hot passage spreading around him embracing him, her tight flanks providing the perfect surface to let every buck into her impact, the force spreading into his body.

Josh heard the door open. "Hey guys," Night Glider remarked. He couldn't even break pace, turning his head only to see the blue mare enter through the foggy, wet glass. They couldn't even work up the breath to respond, but Night Glider didn't mind, going to the sink to brush her teeth. Whether she smiled at the scene or not, Josh couldn't tell. Such was the nature of things in the villa.

Fleetfoot didn't even seem to recognize her subordinate's presence. "Use me Josh," she moaned. "I'm your mare. Fuck me all you want. Oh, Luna!"

If anything, the audience only heightened Josh's pleasure. Letting out proud calls and free grunts of pleasure, he thrust as quickly as he could, his body still battered by the hot water above. He could feel his cock throbbing, the pleasure spreading through him, his chest heaving and his balls aching to release. But he wasn't the shy man he had been when he first met these mares. They were his mares, and he felt no qualms about having them when he wanted. And how he wanted Fleetfoot, to fuck her senseless, to bring her to another screaming climax and to fill her with his seed. He didn't care if Night Glider was watching. He hoped she was. If anything, it would put her in the mood for when he fucked her later over the breakfast table or on the couch while they watched TV. It didn't matter. He could have pleasure whenever he wanted; the mares' desire for him well-established. The wouldn't say no. They wanted to be fucked just as badly as he wanted to fuck them.

"FUCK!" he heard Fleetfoot cry again, and his thoughts left him as her marehood clenched and gushed around him, his groin soaked with her fluids and the shower. But it was the gasping of her pleasure, the incredible, ecstatic heat that soaked into every inch of his body that pushed him into overdrive. He laid into his mare, clenching his teeth as his balls drew upward, his cock throbbed, his muscles surging with power. His mind seemed so fuzzy, his senses all overheated, but that only left room for pleasure to fill him.

"FUCK!" Josh roared back. With one last thrust into Fleetfoot, deep and hard enough to practically lift her off her back hooves, Josh came. His fingers dug deep into her flanks, his grip on her tail tight, pulling her closer to him, his cock pulsing out his load. Their moans echoed against the tiles and through the halls, and the two were barely aware of Night Glider's curious eyes. All they could feel was Josh stuffing Fleetfoot's offered pussy full of his essence.

The two stumbled when their bodies gave out, Josh withdrawing, leaning against the back wall for support and Fleetfoot resting her head against the glass, both leaving the hot water in search of cool air and stone. Their chests heaved for breath, but tired smiles crossed their faces as post-orgasmic bliss surged through them.

They turned their heads to see Night Glider clopping her hooves against the tile floor in applause.

Josh just shook his head. Opening the glass door, he stumbled out. "Towel," he muttered. Night Glider was helpful enough to snatch him one and offer it to him.

He dried himself off, happy to fill his lungs with clearer air, his cock throbbing happily as well, softening. He ruffled Night Glider's mane, her tail swishing as she grinned up at him.

"Get a good show?" Fleetfoot spat halfheartedly from within the shower.

Night Glider gave a cheeky shrug. "It was okay."

Josh and Night Glider were about to leave, when Fleetfoot called to them. "Hey. You didn't even see the finale."

The two turned around to see Fleetfoot's slim ass pressed against the wall of the shower, her lean build removing any extra fat that would prevent the entirety of her rump from making sheer contact with the glass. With her rear squeezed flat, the two could see the lips of her marehood spread open ever so perfectly, Josh's load filling every inch of her entrance, the thick white fluid trapped in the seal of her pussy and the wet glass.

Josh's cock gave one last overworked throb, and he heard Night Glider's tail swish again. "Damn. You really creamed her. I'm impressed." She looked up at him with, her face dominated by her big, sincere eyes. "So when's my turn to get humped?"

He patted Night Glider's rump, his fingertip coming away wet. "Don't you worry."

The two heard Fleetfoot chuckle as she removed her rear from the glass, and they heard a relaxed sigh from her as they left to get Josh some breakfast.

7- Spread the Jelly

Josh wondered if he was even the same person anymore. He had never walked with so much confidence before, his head high and chest puffed out. He had never been so in tune with his body, his desires and movements, so acutely aware of it all. And he had never thought of females like this to be sure, as possessions, as pathways to pleasure.

To be fair, he still considered the mares dear friends, and they did much to encourage his lusty behavior. With his constant nudity, their free access to his body had them constantly rubbing and licking, even in passing, just to see how he'd react. And they weren't shy about presenting themselves to him at a moment's notice, or seeking him out for their own pleasure. But they had never turned him down whenever he asked for them, which prompted him to ask more. And they were happy to obey.

He dragged the towel across his body before mussing his dark hair with it, the sun still soothingly warm on his bare skin. The pool had been nice and cool, but the onset of an erection caused him to leave the water in search for one of the mares. As he opened the sliding door to the villa, he felt a bit like a predator stalking the tropical jungle. Even if he wouldn't hurt a fly, his movements still carried a weight to them, a power in his steps that he didn't have before. He was on a hunt, and he wouldn't come away dissatisfied.

His ears seemed to twitch like theirs did when he heard the first noise in the house, a small metal scrape in the kitchen. He grinned, and even licked his lips a little. Josh could feel her warm depths on his hungry cock already.

Creeping around the corner, he saw Night Glider at the counter. She was making a sandwich, a butter knife clutched in her happy jaw, and she even hummed a little. Her back was to him. Beneath her lazy, swishing tail, he could see the curves of her flanks. Her greenness to the Wonderbolts was evident. Even if she was as thin and fit as the rest of them, her rear still had a plump roundness that Josh could dig his fingers into. And nestled between those perfect cheeks was his prize. He could see the outlines of her lips, soft and inviting, but not the slot itself. He could hardly contain his need to see her round little pucker under her tailbase. He wanted to shove himself into that tight entrance so badly...

Night Glider turned her head a little when she heard footsteps behind her. "Hey Josh. Want a sand-"

Josh yanked her tail up and plunged his length into her pussy. "Ahh!" she cried out, but he was already pounding her, pushing her flanks forward and her chest toward the countertop withe very thrust. Her passage was so warm on his aching shaft, her insides already wet and ready for him as if she was made for this.

The kitchen was quickly filled with the sounds of Josh's hips ramming Night Glider's flanks, his grunts and her short gasps. She stared back at him, the surprise clear in her eyes, but when she found her voice, she said, "So I take it you're not hungry?"

Josh grinned back at her, his momentum staying strong. "I'm working up my appetite."

Night Glider laughed. "Well, in that case, don't let me stop you."

He didn't. He savored every second, every inch of Night Glider he could feel and fuck, every sensation that coursed through his cock and into the rest of his body. The hunter's lust inside him was being sated now, and he felt like a gladiator towering over his defeated foe, triumphant and strong. But he knew his conquest wasn't a fearful, quivering creature, but a gorgeous mare, more the prize than the challenge.

"Fuck, you're so good," he groaned.

"Speak for yourself. I feel like I'm being spoiled," she responded. Night Glider was making a mess of the countertop, plates and ingredients scattering as she spread herself over the surface, giving Josh all the room he needed to fuck her. Josh owned the space like he owned her, spreading his stance, letting his hands grope over her back, wings, and belly. He yanked at her tail to punctuate his thrusts and delivered rough spanks to her backside, earning a sexy yelp with each smack.

The way her butt bounced with every buck and every strike, the way her tail lifted to offer her tight little hole to him convinced Josh to take more. He pulled out of her soaked marehood just long enough to plunge his cock into her ass, and the two let out long, ragged moans.

Josh rammed himself into her, his pleasure building. Leaning forward, he bit her ear, letting his hot breath fill her brain as he talked dirty to her. "You like that, cadet?"

"Ohh, yes sir," Night Glider answered.

That had a nice ring to it, and Josh rewarded her with another spank. "Gonna fuck your ass good, cadet. Hope you can handle it."

She smiled back at him. "I can take it, sir. Gimme all you got."

With a smirk on his own face, Josh hooked his hands around her flanks, pulling her into him with every thrust, every impact of his hips into hers smacking throughout the house. He took total control of her, just as much as she gave control to him. Josh could hear in her yelps and moans that this was much rougher treatment than what she was used to, and this only fueled his power trip.

"Too rough for you? Want me to slow down?" he breathed into her ear.

"Nng- No," she answered. "Is that all you got?"

Josh grinned. "No." Hunkering over her, bracing his arms on the countertop, Josh gave it everything he had. The cabinet doors and chairs on the other side of the counter were rattling, and Night Glider screamed as his cock pistoned into her, stuffing her butt with iron force.

"Ah- ah- Ahh!" she cried out quickly, and Josh could tell from his soaked balls that she had just came. But that wasn't going to slow him down. Not until her ass was filled with his cum. Not until she was fucked hard enough to feel it next week. Not until she was begging for mercy.

He rewarded her orgasm with another sharp spank. How good it felt to take her, not just in his loins, but in his chest. Like a king of an island nation, Josh knew that he ruled here. With Night Glider moaning encouragement beneath him, Josh fucked his mare to his hearts' content.

"Hey there," Josh heard Spitfire speak from behind. He only slowed his pace enough for the two to turn their heads as the captain entered. She simply smiled at the two of them, as if she had caught them.

But it wasn't like Josh had been quiet. "You want in on this?" he asked her.

Her grin only widened. "I've been dying for some cum all morning." She sauntered toward Josh as he pulled out of Night Glider with a wet plop. When she reached the counter, she reared up, placing her hooves on the surface and lifting her tail, presenting her rump to Josh. "Whenever you're ready, big guy."

Josh didn't waste time. Grabbing a hold of her tail with one hand and her ass with another, he shoved his length into her backside, and she groaned with the rough force. When he had hilted within her, he gave her a spank, feeling the tightness of her rump, much different from Night Glider's softer ass. "Good girl," the compliment oozed from his lips.

"Ahh," Spitfire sighed as Josh began to lay into her. Just as with Night Glider, every thrust pushed her forward, the cupboards rattling as Spitfire accepted every inch of thick human cock. "Just what this filly needed," she moaned.

Josh wanted to make her scream the way he had with Night Glider, and he knew all the buttons to push with Spitfire. She was a tough mare and she knew it. She took pride in being able to take a rough rutting like a pro, and Josh was determined to give it to her as hard as he could. He started with spanks, letting the firm slaps ring throughout the villa, leaving pink marks on her ass, the muscle clenching as he thrust into her rear. He knew it was working when she said, "Yeah, Josh! Fuck my ass! Hope you're paying attention, cadet. This is how a real Wonderbolt takes it!"

Night Glider seemed awestruck. "Yes, ma'am," was her only answer.

After a few more moments of rough thrusts, stinging spanks, and loud moans from Spitfire and rugged grunts from Josh, Spitfire turned to Night Glider. "What are you doing just standing there? The man's balls are still dry, cadet. Get polishing!"

With a jump and even a salute from Night Glider, she said, "Yes, ma'am!" She quickly ducked beneath the pair's tangled legs.

Josh moaned as he felt an eager tongue plaster itself to his swinging balls, lips wrapping over the surface of his sack, tugging gently and warmly. "Those nuts better shine, cadet!" Spitfire barked once more.

Josh thought he heard a garbled, "Yes, ma'am," from below.

Spitfire was clearly enjoying herself, but she wasn't putty in his hands yet. Releasing her tail, Josh slipped his hands around her waist, lifting her backside up with himself still inside of her. She moaned as he pushed her onto the table, a knife clattering to the ground as Spitfire spread out over the surface, her ass hanging off the end and her legs dangling in the air. Her legs were still spread and her tail was still raised, and now that Josh had total control again, he took it.

With his balls being thoroughly sucked and wetted by Night Glider below, Josh pounded Spitfire's ass. He hunched over her, letting his hips slam into her rump with all the force he could muster, biting down her shoulder like a stallion would as he bred her. Sweat poured down his brow and neck, dripping onto his mare below, but he thrust on, the room once again rattling with the thumping of his cock into the captain's tight, clenching rear.

Just as planned, Spitfire began to melt in the heat of his lust. "Take me, Josh," she moaned. "Fuck that tight little ass. Show me you're man enough to rut me. Oh, fuck yes!"

With hot breaths pouring over Spitfire's neck and back, Josh barraged her with bites and spanks just as hard as he thrust himself into her, filling every inch of her body with his force. Night Glider seemed to be getting into things, too, as Josh felt a wayward tongue slip from his balls only to wrap around whatever bits of his shaft it could find. The extra pleasure encouraged him, and as he brought all his power to bear, he could feel that tongue slip a little lower, slipping into Spitfire's throbbing, dripping folds.

As pleasure coursed through Josh, he felt her muscles tense beneath him. He didn't dare let up, knowing her orgasm was coming soon. His rough endurance, his ravaging cock and heavy spanks and bites broke her.

Spitfire's eyes rolled upward, her mouth hanging open as she cried out at the fire building within her. "Sweet Celestia, Josh! Oh, yeah! That's how you hump a mare! Oh, fuck! I'm all yours! Just take me! Fuck my brains out! Yes!"

With a piercing scream from the captain, her body seized violently beneath Josh, every one of her muscles contracting as her climax overpowered her, just as Josh had. She no longer had the words or brains to praise him or beg for more, every fiber of her body alight with crazed ecstasy. Still, Josh continued to fuck her, rocking her body and rocking her world at the same time.

When it was over, with Josh still pounding her, Spitfire managed one last weak request. "Let me taste that cum, Josh. Please."

As Josh slowed, only for a moment, he realized how tired his body was. With a nod, he pulled out of her, earning a soft groan from each of them. He had done all of the work so far. It was time for his mares to pleasure him now.

Spitfire tried to slide as gracefully as she could to the kitchen floor while Night Glider crawled to where Josh stood, giving gentle licks to his balls. He steadied himself against the kitchen counter, and Spitfire made her way over to him. Looking up at him with satisfied eyes, she smiled, and he smiled back despite his heavy breaths.

She reared up, placing her hooves on his chest, planting gentle kisses on his sweaty chest. Josh let out a cleansing sigh, starting to relax under her attentions, warmth spreading through him from his orbs and pecs alike. Spitfire slowly made her way down his belly, her kisses almost worshipful, certainly thankful, until she made her way to his length. While his body might have been exhausted, his cock was clearly still brimming with vigor, rock hard and throbbing.

Spitfire delivered a couple sweet kisses to the tip and shaft, letting her lips spread over his flesh, feeling him throb against her mouth. Then, just as eagerly as her cadet, the captain opened her mouth, taking Josh's cock into her hot maw all at once.

"Ohh," Josh gave a relaxed sigh when Spitfire reached the base. Her cocksucking was slow, methodical, and worshipful, making sure her man could feel every creeping swipe of her tongue along his shaft, every squeeze of her lips, the slow melting pleasure of every twist as she made her way up, down, and up again. Normally Spitfire preferred to demonstrate her skill, her knowledge of the cock and how to pleasure it with precision and quickness, but with the way she looked up at Josh now, he could tell he was gazing into the eyes of a completely different mare. She sucked his cock like she was making out with the love of her life, slow and tender, but heavy and passionate as well. With Night Glider beneath him, gently taking his orbs into her mouth, tugging slowly as she rolled her tongue over them, just as Spitfire rolled her tongue around his length, Josh was filled with molten pleasure. As soft moans formed in their throats around his junk, Josh could tell they were enjoying this as much, if not more, than he was.

But Spitfire wasn't content to simply pleasure him. She wanted him to feel the mind-blowing orgasm that he had given her, and to do that, she would have to give him her best. She slowly picked up the pace, the licking, teasing, twisting getting faster, yet she didn't lose a hint of passion or tenderness as she slurped at his cock. She deepthroated him lovingly, paying impeccable attention to every inch of his dick, every motion its own "thank you."

Josh filled the villa with his groans now, every bit of his cock and balls dripping with mare's spit and covered in lips and tongues, all seeming to beg for his load. He could feel it welling up within him, his balls aching to spill themselves, his hot body filled with fatigue and tension, needing release. As Spitfire and Night Glider increased speed, the captain's worshipful blowjob transformed from one of praise to one desperate for cum to swallow. Josh was still, and yet Spitfire was being facefucked, her muzzle mashing against Josh's pelvis, her tongue and lips and cheeks lavishing every inch of him.

He gasped as that familiar tingle formed at the base of his balls, right were Night Glider was licking, slowly spreading through his groin. Finally, at long last, his orgasm was coming. "You want to drink my cum, Spitfire?" Josh groaned, his breathing picking up again. All he heard was a choked moan in response. "Here you go, mare!"

With a few instinctual thrusts, Josh held his breath, feeling every muscle pull taut. Then, with a deep roar, he fired the first spurt of cum, hot and thick, into the waiting maw of Spitfire. She moaned back, savoring the heavy, salty liquid, accepting more and more as Josh pumped it into her. Josh's orgasm was drawn out, Night Glider gently pulling his balls away from him as they fought to draw up, to unload themselves into the thirsty captain. This only seemed to milk him, and after so many minutes spent being aroused, stalking, fucking, and being pleasured, Josh filled Spitfire's mouth to the brim with warm, gooey cum.

Finally, Spitfire withdrew, her lips closing in a near-perfect seal, only a small dribble of white running down her chin. She looked to be in heaven, and he could see the fluid moving in her bulged cheeks as she slowly swished her tongue through it.

Catching his breath, Josh grinned at her, goosebumps spreading over his skin. "Spitfire," he got her attention. She looked up at him with eyes like soft, glowing coals. "Be a good girl. Share," he ordered.

She smiled as much as she could, and turned to Night Glider, whose face was already turning red with embarrassment and arousal. Yet still, at the command of their stud, Night Glider opened her mouth to kiss her captain. When Josh saw Spitfire's mouth open, a few droplets of his seed spilled around their lips, his jizz slowly running down their jaws and necks. He watched the load move through Spitfire's mouth, her cheeks shifting, as the white mass spilled into Night Glider's mouth, who moaned in response as her tongue was filled with the flavors of his essence. He could see their tongues dance, the tips circling each other as Night Glider's mouth pushed the load back into Spitfire's, who savored it for a moment, only to pass the warm, tangy cum back to her cadet. Each pass caused a small splash of cum to stain their mouths and run down their bodies, but they retained most of his issue.

Finally, when they were satisfied, Spitfire passed half of what was left to Night Glider, both of their mouths filled with cum. Their lips met in one final kiss before closing, and Josh watched smiles spread across their faces as they swallowed his cream.

"Ohh, that hit the spot," Spitfire moaned when she opened her mouth again, a few strings of sticky cum still on her lips.

"Yeah. That was the best," Night Glider agreed.

Spitfire nuzzled Josh's leg, inspecting his sack, still dripping with Night Glider's saliva. "Well, you did good work, cadet. That's a handsome pair of spit-shined balls." Night Glider beamed, but Spitfire's praise was to be short-lived. She glared at her subordinate. With a little cuff from her wing, she barked, "What are you doing? Shouldn't you be making the man a sandwich? Who told you to stop? You know how males get after fucking!"

Night Glider almost jumped. "Yes, ma'am! Sorry, ma'am!"

Josh and Spitfire took their seats at the counter as Night Glider scrambled to collect all the things that had been scattered by the rough sex. "And make one for me, too, dammit! Taking it up the ass is hungry work!"

Josh just chuckled. His cock throbbed happily, sated for now. But as Night Glider began to assemble their lunch, he toyed with the idea of grabbing them, bending them over, and starting another session on the countertop, this time letting them fight over which one would get to have their butts stuffed full of his cum.

After he ate, he decided.

8- Out with a Bang

Josh groaned as he awoke, shifting with the group of sleeping mares in his arms. While this vacation had left him more rested than he had ever felt in his life, he felt groggy and tired anyway. His movements caused the mares to stir as well, and it was clear that they were just as sluggish as he was.

"Morning," Fleetfoot greeted them. She got little more than a mumble in response.

The mares gave Josh some affectionate rubs that he returned, but despite his morning wood, none of them slid down his belly to service it. It was just as well. He wasn't much in the mood.

"I'll start on breakfast," Night Glider offered. Josh gave her a peck on the cheek, and she nuzzled his neck before leaving the warmth of the bed. The others stretched and rolled for a little while, letting their soft fur rub over their man's smooth skin before they rose as well. As they headed down to the kitchen, he pet their heads and they kissed his hips, but it wasn't long before his erection drooped and dangled, any arousal between them entirely absent.

Night Glider cracked eggs into a skillet as Josh and the rest entered, trading yawns. While the group had been on a mostly vegetarian diet for the vacation, eggs were an exception. "Can't bake cakes and other yummy stuff without eggs," Night Glider had explained.

Normally conversation over breakfast was cheerful, and more often than not, flirty, each mare dropping hints as to what they wanted Josh to do to them that day. But today was different. So there were no suggestive remarks, no swished tails, and no breakfast blowjobs to "complete a mare's balanced breakfast." Just sizzling eggs and silence.

It bothered Josh. He enjoyed silence as much as the next guy, and was certainly able to appreciate the peaceful quiet of the island resort, but this was an uncomfortable silence. And as he finished his eggs and milk, it was clear to him that none of the mares wanted to talk about what was bothering them. He knew he'd have to take the lead in this situation.

"What a month, huh?" he decided to start casually.

"Yeah," Fleetfoot agreed with a little chuckle. "I can't remember the last time I've had this much fun."

"No reason for it to end, though, right?" he continued.

"But it has to end. It's the last day. We all go home tomorrow," Spitfire voiced their thoughts.

"And you go back to the human lands, right? When are we going to get to see you again?" Night Glider added.

Another heavy silence filled the air, and Josh wasn't sure how to overcome it. They were right, of course, and he had been trying to ignore how much he would miss these mares, how worried he was that he'd never see them again. But he knew just giving in to the despair they were feeling wasn't the right way to end this vacation at all.

"Hey now," he raised his hands to calm them. "Just because we're leaving tomorrow doesn't mean we should mope around all day today. Is that how you want to remember the last day of our awesome vacation together?"

"Of course not, but it's hard not to think about it," Fleetfoot pointed out.

But Spitfire's tenacity kicked in. "So we'll just think about the awesome memories we'll be making today." She stood, looking each one of her subordinates in the eyes. "Last time I checked, we were Wonderbolts, and Wonderbolts don't let petty feelings like this worry them. We're champions, and I say we spend today fucking like champions! So are you with me or not?"

"A party! Yeah!" Night Glider was in.

"Just like that?" Fleetfoot asked. "I'm not a stallion. I don't get horny at the drop of a hat, Captain."

"So let's give our stallion a little love and see where it goes. You like cum, don't you Fleetfoot?" Spitfire probed.

Fleetfoot grinned back. "You know I do, Cap."

Josh merely grinned and spread his legs. "You are going to be one tired man by sundown, Josh," Night Glider said.

"Somehow, I don't think I'll regret it," he chuckled. "Ohh."

Fleetfoot already had his limp dick in her mouth, working it over with her lips and tongue, bringing it to hardness as quickly as possible. She groaned as she felt it swell in her mouth, rising to its full size, ready to tackle the mares that swarmed it. With Fleetfoot covering the cock, Night Glider ducked underneath her chin to wrap her lips around Josh's balls, suckling them warmly. He groaned as the mare's heat spread through him, his grin widening.

"Hey, move over and let me at those nuts, Cadet. And save some cock for me, Fleetfoot," Spitfire ordered. The other two mares stumbled a bit as she moved between them, and Josh spread his legs a little wider to allow room between his thighs. He rubbed their heads, tangling his fingers in their manes as he watched three heads bob and suck as his manhood, filling him with pleasure.

"Looking good, ladies," he smirked. "Ah." Fleetfoot went down on him hard, twisting wetly as she did, effectively shutting him up.

"So," Night Glider said in between sucks on his balls, "you uh- got a big load- for us thirsty mares?"

"First thing in the morning?" he answered between moans. "I think there'll be plenty for all of you."

This only seemed to encourage them, and Josh's head lolled as they licked and sucked, bobbed and weaved, tugged and squeezed on every bit of flesh he offered to them. He could tell the mood was definitely improving as red flushed their cheeks and their voices hummed in their throats. Their tails swished, and he was certain that he could smell their arousal staring to drip from them. He could only imagine what the view from behind must have looked like as they serviced him.

Spitfire was particularly eager. "Make room, Fleetfoot. I'm hungry for some meat," she chuckled. Fleetfoot withdrew from Josh's cock, angling her head along its side as Spitfire gave a long lick along the other. As one traveled down and the other traveled up, Josh groaned at the parallel sensations, only to gasp as Spitfire took his head into her mouth. Her lips traveled down his cock, and Fleetfoot wrapped her tongue around every inch that remained until Spitfire hit his base, only to move down to join Night Glider's service to his balls as Spitfire had her way with his cock. She sucked his dick like it was a meal, hungrier and rougher than either of the others. But soon, she too slid up, her tongue and lips teasing him all the way, pulling off and letting Fleetfoot back at his shaft. The two traded licks and kisses to his length, only for Fleetfoot to shove his cock back down her warm throat. Even if Spitfire was technically the more skilled when it came to cocksucking, Fleetfoot had an attention to detail, a gentle pace that allowed him to carefully lick and suck at each one of his sweet spots.

Josh was in heaven. "You keep going like that, girls, and I don't think I'm going to last much longer," he huffed.

"Oh, I wouldn't mind. Give us the cum, big guy!" Night Glider encouraged.

"Well, if you insist," he replied. It wasn't too difficult to let his endurance down, to let each motion, each wet suck and hot lick spread through him, letting his balls churn as the pressure built within him. The mares could feel it in his shaft, his looming orgasm poised to give them the load they had been waiting for. Josh clenched his fists in the mares' manes, his breaths growing more ragged as he pushed their heads down on him, each motion bringing him closer to the edge.

Until their lips and tongues finally brought him over. "Yeah girls! Drink up!" The mares pulled off as his cock began to throb, and each opened her mouth and closed her eyes, waiting for the first spurt of heavy semen to fire.

In the midst of orgasm, Josh's aim was a little wild. While a few stray gobs landed in each of their mouths, a happy moan sounding from them as the tangy taste hit their tongues. But mostly each gave cute yelps as the strands of jizz coated their faces in stripes, forming a sticky mask of white over their fur. They didn't seem to mind one bit, swallowing what they could get, and grinning as the hot cum covered them.

Josh huffed when it was over, and the mares smirked. "You know, you'd think after a month of orgasms, you'd shoot a little straighter," Spitfire remarked.

"Aw, come on, Spitfire, that was fun! I say we do it again!" Night Glider cheered.

Josh chuckled. "Sorry, ladies, you're going to have to give the big guy a moment to mix up another batch."

"Fine with me," Fleetfoot smiled. "A girl's supposed to wear her facial for a while, anyway. It's good for the face."

With another laugh, Josh stood. "Why don't we go for a walk on the beach? Enjoy the sun and sand?"

"Good idea," Spitfire agreed.

The sun was as invigorating as they hoped. Each of the mares mentioned how good the sunlight felt on their cum-soaked faces, and it wasn't long before they had taken flight, the warm sea wind quickly drying the fluid into a white, streaked mask. Josh strolled below them, smiling up at his friends as they performed acrobatic tricks and played the fastest game of tag he had ever seen.

Even as the sun rose higher above his head, though, Josh could feel his loins stirring. The warm sun always brought out his erection, and it wasn't long before it rose to full mast. But he was still happy to walk the beach with his hard-on waving, feeling his strength return to him.

Night Glider was the first to take notice. "Hey, whatcha got there, Josh? Looks like a good one!"

"Bend over and we can find out," he said as he squeezed her ass.

"Oh!" she said, a blush quickly coming to her face. "Well, if you had told me we were keeping you waiting, I would have flown down here a while ago. The blowjob was fun, but my butt's killing for a humping."

"No worries," Josh growled as he wrapped his arms around the little blue pegasus. "I'll fuck you as hard as you can take."

With a yelp, Josh tackled her to the sand, bear-hugging her in his arms, her back on his chest and her belly toward the sky. Her yelp became a cry as Josh shoved his cock into her spread butt, moaning as heat enveloped his shaft. He quickly buried himself to the hilt within her, and began thrusting wildly as his desires were sated.

"Ohh, fuck Josh. You weren't kidding!" Night Glider called happily.

But the fun was only just beginning. Spitfire and Fleetfoot saw Josh fucking their cadet on the sand below, and they quickly dove town to join the fun.

"Well, well, what do we have here, Fleetfoot?" Spitfire asked as her hooves hit the sand. The two of them began to circle Josh and Night Glider, but Josh wasn't about to stop his thrusts for anything.

"Looks like the newbie's finishing her training," Fleetfoot answered. She chuckled. "You think she can fuck like a Wonderbolt, yet?"

"Maybe we should find out," Spitfire said. "Let me get her 'test.'"

"Ooh, good idea," Fleetfoot said. "I'll keep her busy."

"What- ah- test?" Night Glider asked, but Fleetfoot straddled Night Glider's head, her flanks hovering over her face.

"Quiet, newbie," she ordered. Night Glider looked up at the shadow that had drawn across her, but before she could protest, Fleetfoot lowered her rear onto Night Glider's head, shoving her marehood onto Night Glider's muzzle. "Get cleaning."

Night Glider put on quite a show for Josh, and he could see the bits of her tongue poking around the flesh, diving between Fleetfoot's lips, causing the older pegasus to sigh in pleasure. Both of their bodies shook a bit with every one of Josh's thrusts, and Night Glider's moans were smothered by Fleetfoot's marehood. But Josh groaned loud and free, Night Glider's tight ass always a treat for his cock, and his voice mixed with the sounds of his hips slapping against her rump and her wet licks to Fleetfoot's folds.

"Not bad, newbie. You're going to make me cum. Ooh," Fleetfoot groaned. She mashed her rear into Night Glider's face, rubbing every bit of her moist pussy over her subordinate's cum-stained face until she began to shout. "Yeah, newbie! Eat that cunt!" With a final call, she came, her fluids mixing with Josh's cum as it splattered over Night Gliders muzzle. Josh only increased his pace, and Fleetfoot's wetness combined with Josh's rough pounding was enough to coax a sharp cry from Night Glider, and the two watched her legs twitch as her own wetness began to flow suddenly. Josh smirked, knowing there was plenty more where that came from. He only gripped her ass in his hands, spreading her cheeks apart as he started to fuck her even harder.

Being a Wonderbolt, it wasn't long before Spitfire returned, and even if Night Glider couldn't see her, Josh and Fleetfoot were awed at the sight of the captain wearing a long, thick, black horsecock on the end of a harness. She grinned wide, but strutted like a drill sergeant, barking at Night Glider as she approached her. "Alright, Cadet, you've done pretty well in your training, but being a Wonderbolt takes more than just being fast. You gotta have guts. You gotta be tough. You gotta walk like a Wonderbolt. You gotta think like a Wonderbolt. And most importantly, you gotta fuck like a Wonderbolt. Because I'll tell ya, those Wonderbolt stallions are triple A studs with balls of steel, and we gotta keep 'em at peak performance. Only a real Wonderbolt mare can satisfy a Wonderbolt stallion, so let's see if you've got the flanks for it."

Night Glider tried to crane her head to see what Spitfire meant, but Fleetfoot was all too happy to grind her rear into her face and block her vision. Spitfire stood between Night Glider's legs, and the little blue pegasus stopped when she felt Spitfire step over her, straddling her.

"Try to slow down there, slugger," Spitfire said, looking down at Josh with a grin. "I need her still for a few seconds."

With a few more thrusts, Josh brought his rough fucking down a steady pumping, not willing to stop his pleasure entirely. Spitfire bent her legs, and Josh used a free hand to take hold of the smooth rubber shaft, angling it toward Night Glider's marehood.

She gasped when she felt the broad flare against her nethers. Josh and Spitfire nodded at each other, and with a chuckle from the captain, she shoved as much of her new cock into her cadet as she could in one rough thrust, with Josh thrusting hard at the same time, hilting himself, stuffing her full.

"Holy Celestia!" Night Glider cried out.

But she couldn't get anything else out as Fleetfoot smothered her mouth. "Keep eating, rookie. I expect a few more orgasms from you. A real Wonderbolt mare can use her mouth and her flanks at the same time."

Night Glider did the best she could, lapping at Fleetfoot's wet pussy in wide passes, but every thrust from Spitfire and Josh caused high moans to rise in her throat. Josh wasn't holding back on her, Spitfire's bucking causing Night Glider to clench, and her ass was tighter than ever, squeezing Josh's cock hard and enveloping him completely with heat. But now it wasn't just his fucking that rocked Night Glider's body on top of his chest. Spitfire was a fit mare, and even Josh could feel the raw force in every thrust pounding into Night Glider's soft body.

Whimpering cries sounded from the cadet as orgasm rushed through her, but Josh and Spitfire weren't about to let up for a second, even as her juices stained the harness Spitfire wore, soaking rubber and fleshy balls alike. "Don't cum just yet, Josh," Spitfire barked. "Let's see how much cock she can take!"

"Aye aye, captain," he replied, matching his thrusts with Spitfire's rapid pace, tensing his stomach and biting his lip to withstand the incredible pleasure spreading through him. The crashing waves were drowned out by the sound of their hips smacking into Night Glider's, and the musky smell of sex filled the salty air. Night Glider's legs twitched and her breathing was uneven as her holes were stuffed full and smothered, but she managed to keep enough control to nibble at Fleetfoot's clit and kiss her lips to Fleetfoot's lower ones.

"Doing good rookie," Fleetfoot said, panting as her climax rose once more. "Ng- yeah. Ohh, don't stop," she sighed, grinding slowly over Night Glider's muzzle as droplets of her wetness trickled down Night Glider's nose, chin, and neck. Yet, following orders, the cadet managed to withstanding the pounding enough to use her tongue well, and worked quickly to bring Fleetfoot to orgasm again, her tongue sliding over every bit of wet flesh it could reach.

Sweat poured down Josh's chest and brow, his arms wrapped tightly around Night Glider's belly, his nuts slapping her ass hard with every thrust. He could feel the tension building within his muscles, the taut power like fire spreading through him the more he worked, the harder he fucked. Every noise Night Glider made only encouraged him, making him want to invade her tight little rump all the more.

Spitfire was in a similar state. Her jaw clenched, and even Josh felt the impact of her hips, her thick cock sinking into Night Glider's folds. "Fuck, Cadet," she groaned. "If I were stallion, I'd have blown my load by now. I don't know how you do it, Josh."

"Lots of practice," he growled.

"Should make you an honorary Wonderbolt," she replied. "I don't know if I can hold on much longer."

"Let's give her all we got," Josh told her.

"Yeah."

The two hammered their dicks into her with every ounce of power they could muster, and Night Glider all but shrieked into Fleetfoot's nethers as her orgasm stormed her. Her juices cascaded down the thick members once more, and her insides squeezed around Josh's cock, sending him over the edge at last.

"Fuck!" Spitfire cried out as Josh roared, and the two shoved themselves as deep as they could into her, Spitfire grinding the base of the cock into her clit as her wetness flowed down onto Josh's balls and thighs. Fleetfoot also yelped as her orgasm started again, her pussy gushing as much as Spitfire's. Finally, Josh was the last to blow, and he grunted and squeezed Night Glider as he blasted his cum deep within her ass. With little thrusts, his seed leaked in tiny streaks, coating her cheeks in white. For a long moment, all of them were groaning in pleasure, totally lost in the throes of their climaxes and jerky movements.

At last, though, they were able to breathe and move, and Fleetfoot climbed off Night Glider as Spitfire stood wobbly on all fours, with Josh holding Night Glider's tired weight above him. "Did I pass, Captain?" Night Glider asked.

Spitfire chuckled. "I'd say so. We'll do the paperwork when we get back."

"Wait, really? Like, for real?"

"You're a pretty talented flier. I wanted to get to know you a little better during our vacation before making it official. But you're tougher than I expected. You can really take a pounding. So yeah. For real." Spitfire could see Night Glider's excitement welling up within her, but she quelled it by pulling her hefty cock out of her in one long stroke, earning a gasp from Night Glider. "Try not to go too crazy."

"Thank you, Captain," Night Glider replied.

"Congrats, kid," Fleetfoot said, giving Night Glider a pat on the cheek.

"Yeah, congratulations," Josh added, bringing another moan from Night Glider as he pulled out of her too. Now that she was free, she rolled off Josh, her body thudding in the sand. She giggled with giddiness, the excitement clear on her face, but it was possible she was still riding high on her orgasm. Her face was an even sticker mess than before, and now her lower cheeks were streaked in white just like her smiling cheeks were. Fleetfoot and Spitfire stood over her, their own faces still white and crusted with Josh's semen, but now their coats shone bright in the sun with sweat, and their groins with their wetness.

"Hey, you deserve some credit, too, Josh," Spitfire said. "You've really taught the little one how to be a real mare. If you had wings, I'd make you a part of the team in a heartbeat. I think we all consider you an honorary member anyway."

"Thanks," he said. "That means a lot to me."

"Two new members? This totally calls for a celebration," Night Glider said.

"Oh?" Fleetfoot said. "So eager to get that cute little butt of yours pounded again?"

"We should head back and see about celebrating," Josh said. The mares agreed, and they headed back.

The sun was on its way down when the group reached the villa. They didn't even bother stopping in the living room or the kitchen, Spitfire leading the rest upstairs to the bedroom. "Hope your balls aren't spent yet, Josh," she said. "I think Fleetfoot's been dying for a load."

"You think?" he replied cheekily.

"Yeah," Fleetfoot replied. "I don't see any reason why Night Glider gets to be so spoiled." She draped her upper body over the bed, her hooves planted firmly on the floorboards, her flanks spread, her tail raised high, presenting the entirety of her supple backside to Josh for his use.

"What about you two?" he said to Spitfire and Night Glider as he stepped up to Fleetfoot.

Spitfire smirked, pulling Night Glider onto the bed with her. "Enjoy the show," she said before planting a heavy kiss on Night Glider's lips, slipping her tongue into her. Josh felt his erection perk up just at the sight, and he smiled as the kissing mares tumbled onto the sheets before him. Gripping Fleetfoot's flanks, he wasted no time shoving his cock into her tight butt.

"Mmm," she groaned. Josh began to thrust into her steadily, his hips plopping against her butt as Spitfire and Night Glider tousled the sheets before them. Spitfire planted kisses all over Night Glider's chest and neck, but Night Glider had the confidence to strike back, nibbling on Spitfire's tawny ears as she did. The room was filled with their moans and hips meeting, the air charged with their arousal.

Spitfire pulled up from Night Glider for a moment to look at Josh. "Sorry, where are my manners?" She maneuvered her and her partner around on the bed so that their rumps were facing the human, Night Glider's ass still soaked in wet cum, and Spitfire's pussy throbbing for attention.

But if this was a show for Josh, he was happy to direct. "Spitfire, why don't you treat your new recruit? I'm sure she'll be happy to give you a yummy treat in return."

"Is that an order?" she replied with a grin. But before Josh could answer, she had Night Glider gripped in her hooves, and rolled her over so the navy pegasus was lying on top, now smothering her captain's face with her rear. Spitfire dove in with a hunger, and Night Glider raised her tail, allowing Josh to see every detail of Spitfire's tongue as it explored Night Glider's ass, swirling around the white-stained ring, collecting as much of his leftover cum as she could, swallowing it greedily. The captain made quite a mess as she did so, and soon her face was once again masked in white jizz.

"Nice," Josh said. He hunched himself over Fleetfoot, laying into her more roughly, her tight ring squeezing and pleasuring him expertly as she shivered in pleasure beneath him. Night Glider seemed to be enjoying the attention just as much, grinding her butt into Spitfire's maw, feeding her every drop of cum she had left in her until her cheeks and Spitfire's face were a sloppy mixture of saliva and sperm.

"Ohh, yeah, Josh," Fleetfoot moaned, fluttering her wings in ecstasy. With her face flushed red and white, he could tell she was already close to her climax, but she maintained enough composure to encourage the show. "Don't spoil her, Spitfire. Josh is going to want you next, and he'll want that ass ready. Make her put that loudmouth to use."

Spitfire only chuckled in response, but wrapped Night Glider in her hooves again, throwing her off and rolling on top of her. At this angle, Spitfire was facing Josh, and Night Glider's soaked rump and pussy were on view for him as she spread her legs, and Josh could just see Night Glider's muzzle squeezed between Spitfire's firm butt, her own marehood dripping onto her subordinate's chest below. Her tongue slid out and around Spitfire's rear, and the captain groaned loud. "That's it, recruit. Good technique. Mmm."

"Yeah, Josh. Fuck that ass. Oh, Celestia," Fleetfoot answered as she climaxed, her wetness splashing to the boards below. Josh put his hips into it, his cock pistoning into her rear. He could feel his orgasm approaching too, and he rose to meet it.

Night Glider was in her element, her hooves massaging Spitfire's flanks, pulling apart her cheeks, her tongue painting her tight little butthole. "That's real good, Night Glider. Fuck," she huffed, grinding her rear into Night Glider. But the new recruit ate ass like a champ, and Spitfire beat Josh to the punch. "Fuck, Night Glider! Yeah!" Spitfire's hips lurched forward, and she threw her head back as she came. Her juices gushed from her, harder than they had before, and Night Glider's belly was soaked beneath her. A couple spurts of fluid even shot toward Josh, splattering onto Fleetfoot's face before him, and she moaned as the hot, sticky juices coated her.

The sight sent Josh over the edge. With his call joining Spitfire's, he fucked Fleetfoot with abandon, gouts of cum spurting from his balls as he emptied them inside of her. Fleetfoot thrust her rump back into him, saying, "Cum in me, Josh! Fill that ass! Yeah!" And fill it he did, his climax seeming to drag on and on, his rough treatment sending her into another spasming climax as well.

But finally, with heavy breathing, Josh pulled out of her, a wet slurp filling the room as the other two mares tumbled over each other, sprawling out on the bedsheets. For a long while, the only sound was their panting, but their lips pulled into smiles and their eyes sparkled as they looked at each other's sweaty faces, tangled manes, and wet rumps. "Good show," Fleetfoot said.

"Yeah," Josh agreed. "But I think I still got one more load in me. What do you ladies say?"

"I think you've saved the best ass for last," Spitfire said, crawling over to him to plant a kiss to his belly. "No way are those two getting their asses creamed while mine stays dry. But I think we should go all-out for this one."

"What did you have in mind?" he asked her.

Her grin was more devilish than ever. "Fleetfoot, be a pal and get out that other strapon from under the bed."

"Another one?" Night Glider asked.

"Yeah Spits and I were planning on double-teaming you before we found out there was a man around," Fleetfoot said. "You thought you were fucked hard before. Just you wait, newbie. I'm going to make you scream." She pulled it out, the shaft a bright pink, just as long and thick as the black one.

"Actually, Fleet, that one's for Night Glider to use. On you," Spitfire said, and even her eyes sparkled impishly.

"What? Since when?" Fleetfoot said.

"Since you've been pushing Night Glider around all month. But now that she's a Wonderbolt, she's the same rank as you. I figure a little revenge is only fair." Spitfire slid off the bed, retrieving the black cock and sliding it onto her hips again, Fleetfoot staring, speechless.

"Hah! In your face!" Night Glider shouted. She flitted toward the pink one, struggling with the harness only for a moment as she strapped it onto her hips. "I'm gonna fuck your ass so hard, Fleetfoot, you won't be able to walk straight for days."

"She can't do this," Fleetfoot complained.

"What, can't take it?" Spitfire said.

"Of course I can take it! A rookie like her couldn't out-fuck me!" she protested.

"Good. Then bend over."

"Fine." With a grumpy huff, Fleetfoot climbed up onto the sheets, planting her chest on the pillows and raising her flanks and tail high again. Josh's cum was dripping heavily from her, coating her marehood and ass alike, strands still dripping out of her tailhole.

"Go on, Night Glider. Josh already got her warmed up for you," Spitfire said, giving Night Glider a slap between the wings. Night Glider leaped at her, her thick pink dick flopping lewdly as she mounted her superior.

"Look, kid," Fleetfoot started, "Try not to get too cocky, because- Ah!"

Night Glider shoved the head into Fleetfoot's ass, the pink flesh disappearing quickly, inch after inch of rubber sinking into her white-spattered depths, the cum lubing the entire way. "Shut up," Night Glider commanded, her tone still somehow light and cute. She began to thrust, her hips smacking into Fleetfoot's, and as she moaned, Josh could see her pussy throb, the remaining droplets of his cum mixing with her wetness. "Oh, Spitfire, you guys didn't tell me this felt so good. This is really hitting the spot."

"It's good on the clit, right?" Spitfire agreed. "Imagine how it must feel for the fellas."

"Oh, fuck," Night Glider groaned. Fleetfoot moaned beneath her, her face shoved into the pillows as Josh's cum was pushed out by the new invader, splattering her ass and thighs. Night Glider, eager as ever, was anything but gentle, humping quickly and roughly, taking as much pleasure and revenge as she could.

"Not bad, rookie," Fleetfoot grunted. "Maybe you will make a good Wonderbolt someday."

Night Glider beamed proudly, even giving Fleetfoot a spank, the sharp sting and her subsequent cry causing each of their marehoods to throb heavily.

"Tail up, Night Glider," Spitfire ordered. "Your captain's coming in."

"Yes, ma'am!" Night Glider answered jauntily, even managing a salute as she lifted her tail, her wet rump exposed for Spitfire's tool, her hips still hammering into Fleetfoot. Spitfire approached her thrusting subordinate, and managed to slow her a little as she mounted. Then, bringing a moan from Night Glider that was all too similar's to Fleetfoot's cry of pleasure, Spitfire sank her thick black cock into Night Glider's ass, hilting hard and pumping harder.

"Yeah, that's it, Night Glider. Move with me," Spitfire said. With every buck of her hips into Night Glider's ass, she shoved the navy pegasus forward. Night Glider used this force to fuck Fleetfoot all the harder, and the smacks of their cocks filling the lower-ranking asses could be heard all throughout the villa. Spitfire and Night Glider fucked as a team, and their combined force was brutal.

"Shit! Oh, fuck! I'm- ah!" Fleetfoot could hardly form her words as her climax took her, jetting from her throbbing pussy, squirting even harder than Spitfire had earlier. Her limbs shook visibly, and her eyes rolled up into her head, the force of each thrust into her just as powerful as each surge of her muscles, the overpowering orgasm leaving her helpless to the other two.

"That's a fine ass, Night Glider, and some even finer fucking," Spitfire complimented. "I don't think I'm gonna last much longer. You with me?"

"Yes, Captain! Oh, I'm gonna- I'm gonna..." Night Glider groaned.

"Now, Night Glider! I'm cumming too!"

"Oh, yes, Captain!"

The sheets were thoroughly soaked as the mares all came together, their clitorises burning, their folds throbbing, their hips thrusting wildly as they lost control of their movements, their white-streaked faces twisted into the crazed expressions of orgasm.

Josh was harder than he had been in a long time, but the performance in front of him was so impressive as to be stunning. So he stood a the foot of the bed, his eyes pouring over every detail, every droplet of mare juice and thinning cum, every fold and crease tightening around the slick rubber horsecocks, every bead of sweat, taking in every gasp, moan, and wet thrust into the clenching tailholes of the mares before him.

Only Spitfire could tear his attention away from the sex before his eyes, the mares stopping momentarily, allowing her to speak. "Why don't you put that thing to use, big guy? No fun in being a mare unless you're getting your ass stuffed, and I've been waiting all day to take that cock."

"Yeah, Josh! Give us a hand and show us how it's done!" Night Glider added.

He chuckled. "Alright. But you ladies asked for it."

Spitfire raised her own tail diligently, and the mares held still as he moved up to her. Even taking her flanks in his hands, his fingers digging into her tight cheeks took the edge off his heavy desire, but the sight of her dripping marehood, a sign of her desperate need, her cum-splattered face, and the tight little asshole that was the crown jewel of her fit body only made his balls churn with a primal, male lust. He wouldn't wait a moment longer. He shoved his cock into her butt, thrusting to his base in one rough motion, and before she could even cry out, he was fucking her hard.

His powerful thrusts sent Spitfire forward, sinking her black cock further into Night Glider, who was pushed forward, shoving more of her pink shaft into Fleetfoot. The first two mares moaned, but Fleetfoot managed to speak. "Damn, Josh. Even I can feel you fucking the captain. It's like you're fucking all of us."

"Mmm, Luna, he's good, isn't he?" Night Glider said.

"Heh," Spitfire gave a breathy chuckle. "Rough like a real Wonderbolt stud. C'mon, girls. Let's follow his lead." Spitfire thrusted cruelly into Night Glider, using Josh's heavy momentum with her, and Night Glider yelped just as Fleetfoot had before.

"Wow, you were right, Fleet. That's sooo good," she said.

"Told you. Ohh, fuck," she groaned back as Night Glider began to thrust as well. The three mares all did their best to keep up with Josh's rapid pace, letting the force of every buck into Spitfire's ring carry through the line, causing every cock to impact heavily into the next mare. By the time the thrust reached Fleetfoot, Night Glider's hips were shoving her into the pillows, her knees lifting off the bed as her ass was pounded.

"How's that ass feeling, Josh?" Spitfire asked, laying into Night Glider just as hard as he laid into her.

"Tight," he said, spanking Spitfire's ass for emphasis, getting a yelp out of her. "How's that cock feel?"

"Thick," she answered. "Fuck, I'm not going to last long. I've been needing this."

"Me either," Night Glider said. "How are you holding up, Fleetfoot!"

"Shit!" she screamed her answer. With the weight of everyone else thrusting into her, Fleetfoot was the first to cum, and she came hard again, thrusting her ass back into Night Glider, impaling herself on the hot pink horsecock.

"Keep going, Josh! I'm cumming too! Aw, yeah!" Night Glider joined her, mashing her pelvis against the base of her strapon with every thrust into Fleetfoot, and throwing herself back into Spitfire with every withdraw.

"My turn," Spitfire said. "Fuck, Josh, this is so good. Stuff that ass! Fuck me!"

The mares' rhythm went out the window as their climaxes took them, sticky mare juices soaking their thighs and the rubber balls that slapped their pussies. Josh took over for them, the force of his thrusts carrying through the group, drawing out their orgasms until their voices were ragged with begging moans and pleading cries.

But their pleasure only encouraged Josh further. Grabbing Spitfire's ass in one hand and Night Glider's mane in another, he fucked the absolute hell out of Spitfire's ass, and the mares couldn't keep up any longer. He fucked all of them at once, each strapon sinking into the next one's butt just as roughly as his own cock sank into Spitfire's. They could hardly speak, his force, his dominance over them effectively silencing them. They could wear their fake cocks and try to fuck each other like stallions, but they simply couldn't compare to a real flesh-and-blood male like Josh. Thrusting was in his instincts, and knowing how to breed a female until she screamed was in his balls. And as he took them, each one of them, they could feel it. They could feel his power traveling through the dicks in their asses, filling them with rough pleasure. Spitfire in particular didn't stand a chance. She offered her hips to him, thrusting her ass back for his pleasure instead of her own, as desperate for his cum to fill her ass as he was to fill her.

"C'mon girls! We got a stud to satisfy!" Spitfire called. The mares, even amidst their frantic moaning and thrusting, managed to change their pace enough, shoving their hips backwards, giving Josh the rough sex he had been giving to them this whole time.

"Fuck," he growled. He could feel it rising with him, the tense, boiling need for release deep in his sack, spreading through his belly and chest as he breathed harder, fucked, harder, sweating and pumping, tugging on Night Glider's mane and groping Spitfire's ass, holding in place for his cock to take.

"Cum Josh!" Spitfire begged. "Cream that ass! Give me your load! Give it all you got! Fuck!" Her scream echoed throughout the villa, throughout the island, and her pussy clenched in one last mind-blowing orgasm. Her hips quivered and bucked, stuffing Night Glider's ass with thick black rubber.

"Yeah Josh! Give us the jizz! Yeah!" Night Glider encouraged as she hit her own peak, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, her head throwing back, shoving her ass onto Spitfire's dildo just as roughly as she shoved her own into Fleetfoot's abused tailhole.

"C'mon, stud! Take us! We're all yours!" Fleetfoot added, her voice cutting off into a ragged cry. She came just as hard as the others, her breath shaky, her vision hazy and her knees weak.

Each of their pussies throbbed and winked, their rumps burning to be fucked harder, even as their marehoods spurted the last of their juices weakly, having no more fluid to spend. But still, they managed to stay up for Josh, offering the line of flanks to him, letting him fill them with pleasure. Spitfire all but held still, waiting for the flow of cum.

With a roar of triumph that overpowered all their voices, he unloaded, pumping out more cum than he ever had before in his life. He poured all he had into her, all his lust, all his energy, all his emotion, earning release with every half-thrust and every squeeze of her cheeks, filling her ass with streams of hot, sticky cum until he had nothing left to give, no desire left in him, his muscles unable to thrust one more time.

Josh collapsed on top of Spitfire, and the whole train tumbled forward onto their bellies, a yelp rising from all of them, then a series of tired, satisfied giggles. Josh pulled out with a warm, wet slurp, and was able to get to his knees to look at all of them.

"How do you like the view?" Spitfire asked. The three mares raised their tails, and Josh saw three fit, toned pegasus rears splattered with cum, each of their tailholes leaking little white streaks that ran down to their sopping marehoods.

"It's perfect," he said.

He flopped down between them, and they shifted around him to make room. Their warm, sweating bodies were more than enough to warm each other, and just as they had that morning, they wrapped themselves up in Josh's arms, nuzzling into his chest and belly.

"A perfect end to a perfect day," Night Glider said. It was the last thing spoken before the sunset, before the four of them fell asleep, exhausted from their day of passion and pleasure, their minds buzzing with too much memory to worry about what would happen come sunrise.

Epilogue: The New Recruit

The wind in Cloudsdale was a little more brisk than it was on the tropical island, but with the weather control center located at the heart of the cloudy city in the sky, it was never too cold and never too hot. After a while, Josh had come to enjoy the breeze just as he had months before. Now, he wouldn't want to go outside without feeling the wind on his balls.

But none of the other ponies seemed to notice. As he strolled down the street, he could see just as many ponies, almost exclusively pegasi, flitting about, wearing just as little clothing as he was. And he felt comfortable among them. He had managed to speak with a few stallions a bit more candidly about it, and they agreed that something enjoyable was lost whenever their bodies were covered from the air currents that swirled in the city. So Josh had no qualms about strolling openly nude, letting his eyes wander wherever they may, even at the flanks of the mares overhead. Of course, this left him quite erect more often than not, but Josh could spot a couple of stallions just as hard as he was. In the world of the ponies, though, such things were commonplace. Normal.

Even many of the citizens had gotten used to seeing him. "Hey, Josh!" a blue mare with a rainbow mane called as she zipped past him. He had gotten to know her a little as he became more involved with the Wonderbolts, and she was more outgoing than any of them. Even if she didn't fully appreciate the genius of his special cloudwalking shoes, they were quickly becoming friends, even if they weren't as close as he was with his vacation mares. She idolized Spitfire, and after he had come highly recommended by the captain, Dash had actually been the one to introduce him to Twilight, who had combined her knowledge of pegasus magic with his technological expertise to create the thin, airy slippers he wore on his soles.

A resounding success in the field of human-pony relations and accommodations, and one that had left his bosses quite impressed. His success led to a promotion, which led to a transfer, which led to his new job: Wonderbolt Flight Technician. His old human company still technically employed him, but it hadn't been hard to join them in cooperation with the Wonderbolts franchise to provide his offices and help him find a place to live in the city.

So after a few months, this nude walk to work had become routine. Not that he failed to appreciate it. It simply felt like ages since he and the other three had said goodbye on that island, worried they would never see each other again. And it did take a few months before they were able to contact each other again. But now he saw his three best mares every day.

In fact, as he entered the Wonderbolts' facilities, heading through their locker room to his office, Night Glider was the first one he saw. She was lying belly-up on a bench, her legs spread wide open as Soarin stuffed her ass full of cock. Still, she managed to greet him with the same excitement as always. "Hey, Josh! How's it going?"

"Good. What are you up to?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"Oh- nng- you know. Helping the boys warm up," she answered, cutting back groans as the blue stallion had his way with her. "That boner for me? I'd love to swallow a load, " she offered.

"I'll do the honors, thank you very much," Fleetfoot said as she appeared around the corner. She was dressed in her uniform, and Josh loved it when they wore it. Their jumpsuits only made their supple bodies look tighter, sleeker, all the more appealing. She smiled up at Josh, and he didn't stop her from coming to him, only rubbing her white mane affectionately as she nuzzled his belly, then his cock, before taking the shaft in her lips, sucking all the way to the hilt.

"Ohh, morning to you too, Fleetfoot," Josh groaned, giving her another friendly pat. She only responded with a moan in her throat, sucking him off to the best of her abilities, clearly enjoying herself.

"Hey Josh," Soarin greeted him. "If you want a round with this ass when I'm done, just let me know. I don't think she could get enough."

Before he could respond, Fleetfoot pulled off of him. "Sadly, he's got work to do. Spitfire was asking for you, which means I probably shouldn't keep you too long."

"Shame," he answered, letting his hands wander over her body.

She nuzzled his belly again. "Still, when you're done with her, if you want to finish what we've started, come find me. You know how thirsty we mares get during workouts."

He chuckled, but moved on. Things went so fast among the Wonderbolts that he had learned to roll with it all, taking everything in stride. Conversations, meals, breaks, and even sex all seemed to happen as a team, and each one never seemed to last quite long enough.

Josh passed his office as he headed up the stairs to Spitfire's. He and the captain had grown closer than any of them over the course of his new job, and he sincerely hoped this was one of their "human/pony relations" meetings that she was so fond of. After meeting Josh, she had become a very vocal proponent of better relations with humans, and she met with him at least once a day to model to her subordinates her commitment to human diplomacy.

But when he opened the door, he not only saw Spitfire sitting at her desk, but what seemed to be a potential new Wonderbolt. It was the rainbow-maned mare who hung around the Wonderbolts sometimes. She was dressed in the flightsuit, but she had the goggles up, her fuschia eyes sparkling with fierce determination.

"Glad you could make it Josh," Spitfire began. She rose, moving around the desk as she spoke. "This here's Rainbow Dash. I think you've been acquainted with each other. She's been a potential recruit with us for a long time, but she's had other duties interfere with her training. Still, she's got lots of talent, so I decided to make her a cadet again. But I'd like her to meet with you daily for some extra behavioral coaching. She can be a bit reckless and cocky at times, so I need you to teach her discipline and submission. Can I count on you?"

"Of course, Spits," he answered with a grin.

"Excellent," she grinned back. Then she turned to Rainbow Dash. Barking loudly, she ordered, "Hooves on the desk, Cadet! Eyes forward! Legs apart! Ass up! Tail high!"

"Yes ma'am!" the Cadet responded, snapping into her position. Just as quickly as she moved, Spitfire's hooves flashed down her chest, unzipping her jumpsuit, exposing her trim, toned ass, her tight little marehood, and her even tighter tailhole. She stared straight ahead as she presented herself to Josh, waiting for him to take her.

"She's all yours, Josh. Have at her stud," Spitfire said, her eyes gleaming.

Josh stepped up to her, prodding her butt with his cock, parting her folds with his head, thrusting his shaft between her cheeks, exploring. "Very nice, Cadet. I think you're going to do very well here," he said, patting her rump with a firm grope.

"Thank you, sir!" she barked her response, maintaining her position with perfect discipline. But even if she was doing her best to show how dedicated she was to following orders, Josh could tell how badly she wanted him to take her. His cockhead was already soaked with her juices.

But with a little chuckle to himself, he gripped the base of her tail, gave her a rough spank on the ass, and sank himself to the hilt in her tight little rump, thrusting quickly as she moaned loud. She was going to be a good recruit indeed. Tight as a vice and hot as a furnace. Josh's cock was already throbbing within her.

"Oh, and once you're done with your disciplinary training, Josh," Spitfire began casually, "I was hoping you would help me plan next year's vacation. There are some nice little snowy cabins up in the Crystal Mountains," she said.

"Sounds cozy," he answered, spanking Rainbow Dash again, earning another cry from her. "Perhaps we should take this one with us. Break her in."

"If she can hold up," Spitfire teased, drawing her hoof along the cadet's wing.

"I think she has a good chance. You weren't kidding when you said she was talented."

"Thank you, sir! Ah!" Rainbow Dash managed before she gasped in orgasm, her juices splattering the floor as she slumped on Spitfire's desk.

"Hey! Keep those flanks up! You've gotta earn that cum, Cadet!" Spitfire barked.

"Yes, ma'am!" Rainbow Dash said.

Josh just spanked her again, riding her harder. "I love my job," he thought to himself. No, he wouldn't mind another vacation with the Wonderbolts at all. He was already eager to spend a month with Spitfire and this little new pegasus, surrounded by shimmering snow fields, hot springs, and a warm log cabin, stuffing their asses full of cum morning, noon, and night.