Wonderbolts Vacation

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.