Wonderbolts Vacation

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.